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Yeah, I am actually working on that. I just haven't put it up yet. I have been slowly piecing it together the past couple of days.
No, I am fine with it, I just found it kind of funny that we're both staff wielders who are focusing on the Cold elements of our Parents. We will still be highly different, I plan to focus Adam's slight use of element powers in a ranged manner.
"Alright so... What else do you all want from me..."
Adam smiled with a slight chuckle as she stepped back out of the Cabin and he joined her while crossing his arms over his chest. He looked out over the new prospects of the camp and studied each one a moment while stepping up to her side, just one step to her left, and one step behind her figure. He curled his lips to drag a smile grin to the right side of his face and he let a small chuckle escape once more before speaking.
"I think you have a good bunch here." He said softly in a whisper to her. He then stepped up, now actually beside her. "Don't take all of her words poorly, she can be a bit tiring. It just comes with the job." He said jokingly to them while his smile stretched and he turned to her, his left side now facing the group, and his left arm across his chest. His right hand extended and lightly touched her left cheek, while int he form of a fist, to mockingly act like he was going to punch her. "Come Erin, I will help you walk them around. I won't make you do it all on your own. Gods know you might hurt one of them by the end." He placed his right hand on her back softly and gestured for her to continue on and he followed behind her as they stepped away from the Cabin and he turned to the crowd a moment, assessing them for any signs of interests. "So, Erin, where shall we lead them? The Arena? The Cafeteria? The Forges? The Chariot Stables? We can go anywhere." He said optimistically while turning to her with crossed arms. "You know what, no." He poked her right shoulder and then pointed his index finger at her. "You don't get to choose, not with that attitude you had a moment ago." He then turned to the crowd and smiled. "We will be going to the Stables!" He slung his right arm up and gestured for them all to follow as he began walking with Erin by his side and he wrapped his left arm over her shoulder.
This isn't awkward at all, we have two Ice-based Staff wielders..
Sam's body jolted between the trees, his brown fur waving as he ran faster and faster, but came to an abrupt stop as he reached the border of the Claymore's land. A few of the guards stood before Sam, there muzzles high and snarling lightly. There paws dug into the ground as they took wider stances in attempt to prepare themselves. Sam never lowered his head, but he kept moving forward and then passed around them. The one snapped forward towards him in a greater attempt to scare him, but Sam snapped back, dropping his clothes, and then swung his right paw and then down on the wolf's muzzle to force it into the ground. He then let out a low growl and turned continuing on his way slowly as the one wolf kept his head lowered and the other two stood in case anything else was about to go down, though they only watched as Sam exited their sight and took off running once more. He trailed the scent of the car, the scent of his Mate was the most prominent in his nose, and it was the calling card that allowed him to track them.
His nose was kept moving, following her scent wherever it was taken. The smell was almost intoxicating, and it kept Sam running, no matter how far he had gone, he never tired. He kept his feet moving, his legs outstretched, and his head forward. His form was shadowed in the trees and the foliage. Hours passed as the Lupine Sam ran and sought out the location Vera had taken everyone. It seemed longer then it actually was to Sam, because Sam's mind filled with all manner of scenarios, it filled with good and bad possibilities that involved the group. His mind finally came to one conclusion, when he finally laid his eyes on the group, and on Rhea. He darted forward ot the car and to the standing group, taking a moment to mentally laugh at the fact Jaii was being hoisted up by a stranger, before coming to stop before Rhea. He looked up to her face with his muzzle and slightly turned his head before pressing his body up against her leg softly. He then stepped away and around to the rest of the group, and then sunk behind the one side of the car no one was standing on and shifted.
He stood over the car, stretching his arms over his head a moment while letting a low groan escape his throat before looking around at everyone. "Hey.." His voice was low, and kind of faint, almost as if he didn't want to talk. He stepped around and approached. He placed his hands on her shoulders and nodded to her a few times. "Thank you, thank you so much. These people needed to get away from Luke, Jaii most of all, and you helped make that happen." He Smiled faintly before parting her presence to return to Rhea. He smiled brighter now, wrapping his fingers over her cheeks with a soft caressing touch, before pulling her in close and lacing his lips with her own to passionately kiss her. He broke it a quick moment later and let his hands slide from her cheek, but his right hand slid down to softly grip her chin with a curled index finger and thumb before letting go of it and turning her so that he could wrap his right arm over her shoulder. "Come on, let's go inside, where are we by the way?" He asked her softly while leading her to the front of the building.
His nose was kept moving, following her scent wherever it was taken. The smell was almost intoxicating, and it kept Sam running, no matter how far he had gone, he never tired. He kept his feet moving, his legs outstretched, and his head forward. His form was shadowed in the trees and the foliage. Hours passed as the Lupine Sam ran and sought out the location Vera had taken everyone. It seemed longer then it actually was to Sam, because Sam's mind filled with all manner of scenarios, it filled with good and bad possibilities that involved the group. His mind finally came to one conclusion, when he finally laid his eyes on the group, and on Rhea. He darted forward ot the car and to the standing group, taking a moment to mentally laugh at the fact Jaii was being hoisted up by a stranger, before coming to stop before Rhea. He looked up to her face with his muzzle and slightly turned his head before pressing his body up against her leg softly. He then stepped away and around to the rest of the group, and then sunk behind the one side of the car no one was standing on and shifted.
He stood over the car, stretching his arms over his head a moment while letting a low groan escape his throat before looking around at everyone. "Hey.." His voice was low, and kind of faint, almost as if he didn't want to talk. He stepped around and approached. He placed his hands on her shoulders and nodded to her a few times. "Thank you, thank you so much. These people needed to get away from Luke, Jaii most of all, and you helped make that happen." He Smiled faintly before parting her presence to return to Rhea. He smiled brighter now, wrapping his fingers over her cheeks with a soft caressing touch, before pulling her in close and lacing his lips with her own to passionately kiss her. He broke it a quick moment later and let his hands slide from her cheek, but his right hand slid down to softly grip her chin with a curled index finger and thumb before letting go of it and turning her so that he could wrap his right arm over her shoulder. "Come on, let's go inside, where are we by the way?" He asked her softly while leading her to the front of the building.
Name: Allen Jensen
Alias: Allen
Nationality: American
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance:
Height/Build: He is six foot tall, and trim, but has a wiry strength.
Eye colour: He has mahogany eyes.
Scars/tattoos/birth-signs: He has a knife scar across his chest, reaching from his left detoid to the top of his ribs on the left.
Fashion: His civilian appearal is essentially this:
He often leaves the last jacket off though.
Voice: He has a suave, but deep and low voice.
Biography: Allen grew up raised by an old fashion who worked in the northern Hill-lands of West Virginia in the Coal Mines, on the east Coast of the United States. His father raised him to be hard working, trustworthy, mannerly, and almost as old-fashioned as himself. Allen lived with his parents up until he eighteen, at which time he left, but until that day he worked and hunted with his father on the house and land they owned while going to school. Once he turned eighteen he left the home and took up an apartment in a nearby city where he began a career in Emergency Medical training, Medical training, Trauma Care, and various other Medical lessons that he could go through without delving into a full-fledged Medical Institute.
After several long years of testing, training, and exams, Allen passed the series of tests he had applied for and was ready to begin his career. He had become a licensed EMT, Paramedic, Nurse, and had training in all manner of sub-set Trauma cases, Disaster care, and Emergency Response Protocols. This allowed Allen to take up a primary job in the Hospital, while also working at the Volunteer Fire Department as an EMT and Paramedic. He made a fair living, and enjoyed his life, but he also had his hobbies. The biggest one was Archery, which his father had got him interested in during the hunting seasons, and Allen kept hunting a routine in his life by going out during any Bow season and filling as many tags as he could buy, not only to use his bow, but for the experience of hunting, and so he could get some good ole'fashioned food for his fridge.
A few years passed before Allen finally decided to do anything else with his life, he signed up for the local Police force, and with an excellent score on all of his tests, physical or otherwise, he was accepted and quickly became one of the better members. He was quickly opt for military service, inside of a year of Police work, and was inducted into the US military as a Ranger, but within a couple years he was requested to join a specific program within the UN by a representative seeking eligible prospects, and was inducted as a new member of an elite Sleeper Cell unit. He received his training, in as many forms as he could, and then focused on his greatest skills. He became what many military units classify as an Urban Tactical Archer, but Allen doesn't let his weapon classify him, he prefers to classify himself by his medical skills and recon capabilities.
Civilian Specialization/Job: Medicine, more specifically Trauma and Emergency Medical.
Combat Specialization: Tactical Archery, Reconnaissance
Weapons:
, and a single back-up
.
Equipment:
The primary chamber of this pack usually carries two small Oxygen contaniers, but when he isn't in an immediate threat situation one of the canisters is replaced with his bow for concealment.
His rucksack is designed to look like a maximum capacity Luggage Pack for traveling.
All Standard issue items.
He has a civilian wrist watch which also has a small compass setting off to the side of it up his arm. His quiver is thigh mounted,and is black, similar to competition shooters for quick access, and quick re-draw. He has ten regular steel Combat arrows, three recon tracer deploying arrows, and three Air-burst explosive arrows.
Standard issue is:
Gadgets: His arrow count is ten regular steel Combat arrows, three recon tracer deploying arrows, and three Airburst explosive arrows. He also has a semi-similar Strength Suit piece, which fits only over his right arm. It allows him to knock up the weight of the pull on his Bow to eliminate heavy targets or heavily armored objects. He also has a quick repel system that fits on a belt.
Alias: Allen
Nationality: American
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance:
Height/Build: He is six foot tall, and trim, but has a wiry strength.
Eye colour: He has mahogany eyes.
Scars/tattoos/birth-signs: He has a knife scar across his chest, reaching from his left detoid to the top of his ribs on the left.
Fashion: His civilian appearal is essentially this:
He often leaves the last jacket off though.
Voice: He has a suave, but deep and low voice.
Biography: Allen grew up raised by an old fashion who worked in the northern Hill-lands of West Virginia in the Coal Mines, on the east Coast of the United States. His father raised him to be hard working, trustworthy, mannerly, and almost as old-fashioned as himself. Allen lived with his parents up until he eighteen, at which time he left, but until that day he worked and hunted with his father on the house and land they owned while going to school. Once he turned eighteen he left the home and took up an apartment in a nearby city where he began a career in Emergency Medical training, Medical training, Trauma Care, and various other Medical lessons that he could go through without delving into a full-fledged Medical Institute.
After several long years of testing, training, and exams, Allen passed the series of tests he had applied for and was ready to begin his career. He had become a licensed EMT, Paramedic, Nurse, and had training in all manner of sub-set Trauma cases, Disaster care, and Emergency Response Protocols. This allowed Allen to take up a primary job in the Hospital, while also working at the Volunteer Fire Department as an EMT and Paramedic. He made a fair living, and enjoyed his life, but he also had his hobbies. The biggest one was Archery, which his father had got him interested in during the hunting seasons, and Allen kept hunting a routine in his life by going out during any Bow season and filling as many tags as he could buy, not only to use his bow, but for the experience of hunting, and so he could get some good ole'fashioned food for his fridge.
A few years passed before Allen finally decided to do anything else with his life, he signed up for the local Police force, and with an excellent score on all of his tests, physical or otherwise, he was accepted and quickly became one of the better members. He was quickly opt for military service, inside of a year of Police work, and was inducted into the US military as a Ranger, but within a couple years he was requested to join a specific program within the UN by a representative seeking eligible prospects, and was inducted as a new member of an elite Sleeper Cell unit. He received his training, in as many forms as he could, and then focused on his greatest skills. He became what many military units classify as an Urban Tactical Archer, but Allen doesn't let his weapon classify him, he prefers to classify himself by his medical skills and recon capabilities.
Civilian Specialization/Job: Medicine, more specifically Trauma and Emergency Medical.
Combat Specialization: Tactical Archery, Reconnaissance
Weapons:
Equipment:
All Standard issue items.
Standard issue is:
Gadgets: His arrow count is ten regular steel Combat arrows, three recon tracer deploying arrows, and three Airburst explosive arrows. He also has a semi-similar Strength Suit piece, which fits only over his right arm. It allows him to knock up the weight of the pull on his Bow to eliminate heavy targets or heavily armored objects. He also has a quick repel system that fits on a belt.
The values are for everyone to get a general scale, the numbers on Bosses aren't for calculation so much, as they are for allowing the player's to realize the scale difference. Muriel could do immense damage to a non-blocking armored character, and likely kill a lightly armored one with ease. I am giving everyone the chance to be reasonable with their characters, and then after this if I have to I will get technical with the calculations for the rest of the bosses if people have trouble being reasonable, but I doubt that will happen.
Note: No one is to post an actual numerical representation of damage to Muriel, I will be adjusting her Health Bar with each Boss post I make for her and future bosses.
Note: No one is to post an actual numerical representation of damage to Muriel, I will be adjusting her Health Bar with each Boss post I make for her and future bosses.
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Someone, breathe! Medic! Medic! Get me the Defib, we got a cold one here!
Someone, breathe! Medic! Medic! Get me the Defib, we got a cold one here!
Yeah, things are just a little slow, it will pick up with some encouragement I am sure.
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