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Homestead

Putting together a cs, will post it tomorrow. In the process of moving right now so I'm a little busier than usual.

Cleansed: Peace Keepers

Ooh, the new guy is putting a gun in Boyd's Long John's face. I like him already!

Cleansed: Peace Keepers

"Christ you're slow on your feet," Elliot shot at the woman, turning away from her and lowering his shoulder, his backpack sliding down into his hand. Elliot flung the backpack up toward the stairs that were still standing some eight or so feet up. "I hope you're not planning on carrying that think up with you." Elliot said to the woman who had a jewelry box held tightly between her arm and her torso. It was bound to make plenty of noise and frankly, Elliot had no intention of making them a more noticeable target than before. Elliot went through the motions, fully aware that a small horde was minutes away from joining them. He pulled the crowbar from his belt loop and tossed it up towards his backpack, it making a distinct clang as it bounced on the concrete. His bat was fortunately tucked into the pack already, so he wouldn't have to waste any more energy throwing things. "You can relax with the hammer, by the way. If I was going to kill you I would've cracked you with my bat while you ran in here headfirst." Elliot spoke casually, the undead noticeably closer now, perhaps on his floor searching for them. Elliot slowly took two steps back, slightly bumping into the woman as he did so, muttering a soft apology as he gathered his resolve. It was only a matter of time now, they had perhaps a minute? Perhaps less. "Your going to grab my arm by the wrist and lift yourself by grabbing the concrete. If you rely on me, you'll pull me down with you. We'll introduce ourselves later." Elliot spoke in almost a whisper, knowing too much noise would draw the unwelcome guests even faster.

His movement was fluid as he stepped forward quickly, his body lurching up into the air as he latched onto the step that withstood the test of time and pulled with all his strength, bringing himself onto the stable platform well out of undead reach. With a harsh quick breath, he brought his legs onto the platform and quickly spun around, dropping his wrist towards the temporary ally. He held his tongue, not wanting to clue her in on the infected that had wandered no more than a few meters near the door.

Prometheus Academy: Open-world, multiple locations, unique classes and an overarching story.

MULTI_MEDIA_MAN said
As far as I can tell, specific summons are totally cool. However, you can have two types of summons as the OP said (since you're a secondary summoner). So it might be better to go with a general type of summons. It's totally up to you though, if that's the case.Also, the Guardians are a Wanderer group, not anti-Wanderer.

Alighty, coolio. Thanks for the heads up you two. And as to my mistake to the Guardians, crap. I'll get right onto fixing that. Thanks again!

Kalamadea said
What Multi said. Two types, and then you can have a specific summon you like to use for each type. If you were to go with primary, you'd get three normal and a grand.Also, I have watched it in pieces, but I've listened to the entirety of Discovery many times. Can't go wrong with Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger, which is my absolute favorite Daft Punk song.

HBFS is definitely one of their bests. I'm partial to Giorgio by Moroder and Contact on their album RAM. Have you heard the Jess & Crabbe remix on Daft Punk's Daft Club album,

Prometheus Academy: Open-world, multiple locations, unique classes and an overarching story.

Ah, I'll have to make sure to correct that. What are the limitations on summons, if you don't mind me asking? Say I want to create two specific beings that Jesse could summon, would that be acceptable or do they simply have to be of some elemental variety?

And always good to meet another Daft Punk fan. As I tell all Daft Punk fans, if you haven't already, watch Interstella 5555

Prometheus Academy: Open-world, multiple locations, unique classes and an overarching story.

Jesse Wolfe

Name:
Jesse Wolfe

Gender:
Male

Age:
Seventeen

Height:
5'10 or 178cm

Weight:
135lbs or 61kg

Appearance

Head:
Long platinum blonde hair hangs over Jesse's bright golden eyes. A gentle smile often accompanies his expression, his teeth slightly discolored from being unable to afford a visit to the dentist in his life time. His jaw is slightly wide toward the back of his face due to his wisdom teeth which he was fortunate enough to have room for in his mouth. His skin, much like the rest of his body is a deathly pale as if he rarely saw the light of day despite that being very untrue.

Torso:
His torso is thin, much like the rest of his body, there being no sign of fat and a minute amount of muscle. On his back is a tattoo of feathered wings that extends from the edge of his shoulder to just above his hips. Between his pectorals in the center of his chest lies the Rod of Asclepius, a wooden rod with a snake wrapped around it, paying homage to Asclepius. Typically he wears a button up with a tank-top beneath it, always desiring to be reasonably presentable.

Arms:
One of the first things many people notice about Jesse is his unusually large hands and long finger which engulf hands in a handshake. His well manicured, feminine nails are typically noticed right after. His arms are long and thin, little muscle to them. Around his left wrist is a jagged scar from a desperate attempt to understand his power.

Legs: .
His legs are the most muscular part of his body, but always concealed by jeans due to his distaste of showing his legs. Affixed to his feet are black leather boots or black leather dress shoes. Despite his financial short comings, he believes in buying solid footwear.

Personality:
Jesse is a loving person who always wants to look out for those around him, despite their feelings towards him. Jesse has been known to heal Guardians who have tried to attack him on the streets, forgiving them for their transgressions against him. Jesse believes the only way forward is for the world to come together. That being said, Jesse is also an innovator with his abilities, having even found a way to use white magic to an offensive extent by creating a barrier around people who seek to harm either himself or others.

History:
Jesse grew up with his adoptive aunt and her husband, mother having died shortly after giving birth, father completely unknown to all but his mother. Life wasn't particularly easy, his family living just above the poverty line in an area heavily inhabited by the group known as being anti-wanderer. His aunt was against the group, thinking they were shortsighted and ignorant, though her husband saw differently, believing in the group. When Jesse's first inklings of power began to manifest themselves he was no more than six. They took forms in sharp lights engulfing cuts and leaving unblemished flesh. His aunt immediately recognized what was happening when she witnessed his unintentional wailing of magic and ordered him to hide away his gift from the world at all costs. Three years passed by before Jesse accidentally used his power openly, shielding his aunt's husband's car moments before a collision that killed the other driver. Despite the man's personal ideologies, his aunt's husband taught Jesse that both those against Wanderers and the Wanderers should become allies and not enemies which became a defining feature of Jesse's personal philosophy growing up. Days after his open display of power, his family home was burnt to the ground while they were out to see a movie. Months after a man gunned down Jesse's aunt while at work. He was later apprehended breaking into the motel room Jesse lived out of with his adoptive uncle.

His uncle did his best raising Jesse, picking up where his aunt left off. The two had a rough few years, occasionally living on the streets while his uncle was between jobs. It wasn't until a few months after Jesse's seventeenth birthday that his Uncle told him about the Prometheus Academy, a place where he could be safe and learn how to hone his abilities. His uncle sent him off with a hug telling him "I've done everything I could these past few years to make up for your aunt bein' gone so I want you to go and make me proud, alright boy?"

Primary:
White Magic

Secondary:
Summoning
-Mjolnir

Mjolnir is Jesse's guardian and knight in shining armor. Her body is a weapon solely formed to protect his summoner, the blade is an added bonus. She makes her presence known with a metallic cry before charging into battle propelled by her blade-like wings. She is what one would call a glass cannon, incredibly deadly but equally fragile.

-Charos

Charos, named after Charon the ferryman, is Jesse's friend, able to communicate telepathically. It is incapable of communicating speech, instead 'speaking' by broadcasting its emotion. Its floating form is utiized by Jesse to fetch those in need of healing in areas too dangerous to Jesse to reach himself. It cannot and will not fight, though in some battles its presence alone is a weapon.

Guild:
White Mage

Theme:
Hallelujah

Boredom is Key to everybody's insanity...So RP with me? :)

'Ello, 'ello!
I'm down for a servant x princess if you're still searchin'.
Care to shoot me a PM?

Cleansed: Peace Keepers

Behind the walls that surround cities, some people have long since forgotten the severity with which the infection struck the world. It was easy to become lost in the secluded world that removed one from the harsh reality just beyond the gates that separated cities from the dead world. Most people Elliot's age had not left the walls, even fewer had stepped into a dark zone. The Dark Zones were meant for the PMCs, raiders, Peacers, and mostly the infected. Of course even in those four groups, two of them tended to avoid dark areas unless it was a necessity or unless there was something particularly worthwhile out there. Elliot had been an exception since he joined the Peacers some years ago, his eyes set on the world that mankind had lost to the raiders and the infected. It wasn't easy, learning to live in a world where everything wanted to kill you. A world where the lights ignored the flicking of a switch. Elliot spent months reteaching himself how to exist in this world. Learning how to navigate when light abandoned the world, learning how to scale a wall while relying almost entirely on the strength of your fingers, learning how to exist on his own. Even now the loneliness still creeps in from time to time.

Today's work led Elliot to Franklin, a small city that sat directly in one of the dark zones surrounding Nashville. It wasn't Elliot's first time coming to Franklin, nor would it be his last. He had a hole in the wall in an apartment complex, one that could only be reached by scaling a collapsed stairwell. Something most people weren't foolhardy enough to do. Elliot's first steps into the city were cautious as always, the streets being as calm as they were when he last left. The apartment complex, Altman heights, was exactly as he left it, though there was a sign of a break in at the front door. The previously planked over door frame was now agape, cracked planks strewn about the concrete entryway. No real shocker there. Everything was up for grabs in this world, especially in a dark zone. Elliot would've shrugged off the display as something that happened in the past few weeks that he had been away, but it seemed that wasn't the case. At least that's what the group of infected making a round about the apartment complex said. Whoever took down these planks must've done so recently. And pretty fuckin' noisily

Elliot initially planned to slip into the building and pick off the three that turned the corner. Plans are rarely made to last, especially when a guttural cry rips from the bloated throat of an infected approaching from the opposite side of the building. Elliot could see the other group now, a little under a dozen of them, excited from the cry of the bloated one, the piercing white eyes telegraphing their intentions to Elliot. "Christ." He spat, kicking in into fullspeed into the now open apartment complex, the sound of stomping footprint in now hot pursuit of him. Elliot knew time wasn't on his side and neither was his own body. The only mark of safety straight ahead was his hide-away on the seventh floor. A race that required him to run up five stories, then run across the length of the building and scale the secondary staircase that only led to the sixth and seventh floor, a staircase that was primarily footholds and rubble. The fifth floor was mostly boarded up as well and incredibly difficult to see during the middle of the day, even more so at dusk. This would be a bit of a pain to say the least, Elliot grimaced.

His feet met the ground with the rhymic thump as he ran through the entry hall toward the staircase, infected pouring into the building behind him, lusting after his very being. Elliot's knowledge of the building's layout was useful when dealing with the living, but a rather moot point when racing from the dead. They relied on sight, sound, and scent. They weren't hindered by an over reliance on sight. In a matter of minutes he had made his way up the stairs, short of breath and pupils wide. A sound of rattling metal coming from a nearby room snatched the Peacer's attention, reminding him that there was still at least one living being in his place. "If you can hear me, get out here!" He called, moving quickly down the hall, constantly looking back for anyone who moved like a normal human being. "You'll die if you don't follow me!" He now yelled, standing in the doorway of the staircase to the sixth and seventh floor. He could scale it and bring someone up with him and the infected wouldn't be able to follow them up, but in this equation time was the biggest bastard.

Cleansed: Peace Keepers

Alrighty, edited the time discrepancies. All should be well.

Cleansed: Peace Keepers

Oh, my apologies. I didn't see a date for the creation of the vaccination, so I took some liberties in when Elliot could've been vaccinated. When was the vaccination spread to government facilities?