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In Avalon Academy: The Confines of the Crown → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Wanted to drop a line saying I'm ducking out of this, just more than I can manage at this time and I've been holding up a few players long enough. Apologies to @Snagglepuss89 and @Polaris North for the continued delays, and best of luck with the future of the RP!
In NCQ — Polaris → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
V E R A

Corridors, New Anchorage
[[ Around 0200 Hours]]

Vera wasn’t sure if they’d been running for seconds or minutes. Fear had a strange way of stringing out time, dragging out the slightest of instants, passing days like blinks, Vera had felt it leading up to her surgery, and she felt it much more potently now. Their footsteps were like alarms, and she worried each one might catch the attention of someone looking to make it their last, but she dared not to voice it. Madison for the time being had lived this side of the facility, surely she knew what she was doing, where she was going. Perhaps they’d barricade themselves in the wards, but then what about the others? Maybe there was an armory of sorts this way, though she’d never heard of it, and she wasn’t likely to prove well with a weapon anyway.

Her confidence waned in what she felt couldn’t have been more than a minute, and she found herself tugging against Madison’s grip before she even had words ready. At this point she figured it might just be best to wing it.

”Madi--Madi! Wait we— where’re we going?”

”I don’t know!!! Everyone just started screaming, they were all running, there were shots being fired, and now they’re all dead!” Madison’s frantic speech was just pure fear. She just wanted to run away, she didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire, she didn’t want to feel any more pain, she didn’t want to die.

Vera realized quickly that her faith in Madison, while certainly optimistic, might have been momentarily misplaced. Could she blame her? She was right. People were screaming, people were running, and as much as she wanted to put it out of her mind, people were dying.

It took some effort, and even more to make the assertive action gentle, but she managed to pull Madison to a halt, if only for a moment. There were no bullets flying by their heads right then, no screams for them to put their hands up, or otherwise worse, it wasn’t a peaceful moment, but it was still, still enough to think. She tried to pull a mental map from her memory, but got nowhere, she hadn’t spent enough time wandering in the dark, even if she’d made an early habit of exploring.

Madison dropped to the ground and curled herself up, wrapping her hands around her knees and leaning against the cold wall. She didn’t want to deal with this anymore, she didn’t want to keep running for her life. Slowly, the tears started to well up under her eyes as reality began to hit her hard.

“Alright we just gotta...just think what’s down that way? You came from the hospital place, so…” It came slowly, but nonetheless, staring down the dark corridor, eyes well-adjusted enough to make out patterns in doorways she’d meandered down plenty of times before, especially in recent weeks, Vera understood where they were.

“Lofgren!” She only just managed to hold her voice to only a whisper. “Okay, I know where we are! A little!”

Looking down, Vera saw that Madison had collapsed, and her heart skipped a beat. Was she hit? Dead? No, if only as a faint, murky blur she could see the other girl’s form shuddering with breath, and soon after could hear the faint beginnings of a crying spell. Casting another glance behind them, she got low once again and settled her hands atop Madison’s knees, craning her neck for an angle that let her meet eyes. Vera had no illusions about understanding how to handle every type of panic attack, every bout of anxiety or stress induced shutdown, but for the moment it didn’t matter, she didn’t need to, she couldn’t. Right now they needed to keep going, it was her fault they’d stopped in the first place, but now they needed to go.

It took a moment for her to work the tremor out of her voice, another to make sure it stayed down, but at length she managed to turn her hushed, hurried whisper into a familiar, gentle murmur.

“Madi? Hey, it’s okay—”

Madison gave a short nod and reluctantly agreed with her.

“— we’re okay. We’re gonna be okay, I promise.” Vera gave Madison’s knees a firm grip, more to prove she was there than anything, that there was someone else present. “I know right now you really don’t wanna keep going, it’s okay, I’m scared too, but we’re almost safe, okay? Right down there, we’re gonna go down there and find someone, and we’ll be safe, I promise. Can you do that?”

Though she asked, Vera knew that it rarely enough to leave it up to the other person. She got to her feet, moving to take Madison’s hands with hers, and gently pulled up. “Just down there, c’mon, you can do that I know you can.”

Madison could feel herself gradually being pulled out of her small slump. It wasn’t nearly enough to make the day better but the comfort of knowing that someone was there made all the difference.

”Just down there?” she motioned towards the end of the hallway.

Vera felt a wave of relief, the first step was the toughest. She smiled, nodding and pointing with her. ”Not even— not even. See, almost right there.”

They were up. Good. Running would have been the best, but she’d take it. Vera heard another distant round of gunfire and knew if they took too long her promises wouldn’t hold too much. At least their walk was quickly-paced, and she had no trouble keeping Madison’s remaining hand clutched tight, or at least tight as a girl her size could.

She watched the doors as they passed by and was glad to see that she’d been right. This was Lofgren’s hall, and they came up to her office before long, but that was only half the battle. Vera hesitated for another agonizingly long moment, debating whether or not to knock. If Lofgren wasn’t there, no harm, but the potential for the room to be occupied otherwise was far from small. The door could open to rifle fire and the next wave of screams could be theirs.

In the back of her mind she could hear her own panic bubbling up.

’You can’t keep stopping, you’ll be running on luck.’

Once again, the very real, very nearby terrors jolted her from thought and forced her to act, only she wasn’t given the time. The door opened, and while it wasn’t to a group of angry soldiers, they were met with faint lights and the barrels of guns. Vera gasped and pushed herself close to Madison. If she’d had the thought to scream, she might have done just that.

The weak light moved away from her eyes, towards the ground, allowing her to see the faces of Dr. Lofgren and Orry. The boy’s silhouette had jumped in time with Vera’s, but his expression now was one of immense relief, a smile on his face; he almost looked like he wanted to hug the two girls.

”Are you two okay?” He asked quietly, taking a shaky step into the doorway as he quickly glanced down the hall.

“Orry, Lof!” Vera would have hugged them as well if she didn’t have Madison’s hand held within her own. She instead settled for a relieved grin, and an exhale that made her feel pounds lighter. “We’re okay yeah, we came from, uh, down there, the place where Madi was.”

Vera looked to the other girl, a brief sadness flashing through her. “I think everyone else that way is… but we don’t know. We just ran. Is it safe in there? Madi needs to sit down.”

“It won’t be safe for much longer; our intruders will be upon us soon enough, and I’m not going to be an easy target if I can help it.”

It’d been a long-shot anyway, but Vera was let down all the same, partly for herself and partly for Madison. She eased her grip, patted her hand, then looked back to Orry and Lofgren. “We gotta find somewhere to go then, hide somewhere, right?”

“Correct. There’s a service tunnel a few meters northward, near the base of the medical wards. We get the doors opened manually or we get cornered like rats before they kill us. We will need to be quick and decisive.”

Orry bit the corner of his lip, his concerned, darting gaze—which had settled on the frayed-looking Madison for a moment—moved back to the depths of the hallway, towards the nearest sounds of violence. He seemed reluctant to be moving anywhere, but he nodded quickly following Lofgren’s words.

”Let’s go then, please.” He said tightly, as though trying hard not to let his voice crack. He stepped out into the hall, moving to bring up the rear of the small group and let Lofgren lead.

Vera nodded along with him. Lofgren’s stark words were as jarring as they were painfully true, they needed to be moving sooner than later. She turned to Madi, again to meet eyes with her, and again smiled softly.

“We can’t stop quite yet, we’re gonna follow them, alright?” Gently pulling along a lead, Vera meant to coax her through once more. She’d promised safety, and even if it was delayed, at least now their chances of actually finding it were much better now. Orry seemed to be steeling himself, and Lofgren didn’t show any cracks at all - as good a pair as any to find, given their circumstances. Madison did not look as if she was having the best of days by any stretch of the imagination.
In NCQ — Polaris → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
E L I

Personal Quarters, New Anchorage CC
[[ Around 0200 Hours (2:00 AM) ]]


Eli held the bunk with a deathly grip, stiff and only just suppressing the shudders crawling their way up her arm. She couldn’t pry her eyes away from the empty cot, the thrown off covers, the dent in the pillow where the girl’s head must have been only a short time ago.

Then she began to hear the gunshots again, only this time they were harsher. Every single one felt as though it were fired off by her ear, cracking against the wall near her head, she felt death hanging off of every moment, every half moment, every fraction of every rapid panicked blink. Only it wasn’t hers.

Vera is gone.

Vera is gone.

It took every last miniscule bit of self control for her not to rush immediately out of the barracks, and even then she might have gone anyway, had she not spotted the empty bunk below Vera’s. The empty bunk that ought not have been empty.

It’s Styles’.

The thought was hardly conscious, but registered in full all the same. Vera shared her bunk with the former Red Star pilot, something Eli was not particularly happy about. She’d seen Red Star, she’d fought Red Star, she’d killed Red Star. As far as she was concerned Tahlia had been on thin strings from the get go.

It’s a coincidence.

No.

She looked around the barracks again, as if the last vestiges of reason were hoping to find Tahlia standing there with the group, ready to go out and defend New Anchorage. Then just as quickly she felt a horrid wave of guilt, the realization that she hadn’t hoped see Vera first was one she was quick to deny as stress-induced. That didn’t stop the anger from rising though, nor did she hesitate to direct that anger at the absent Tahlia.

She took Vera. She betrayed New Anchorage.

Traitor.

Eli dropped down, cold, deft. Her hands were steady, her thoughts collected, every trace of panic and terror vanished, or at least suppressed. The knife was clutched so tight it might have been a part of her hand, which was for the better, being her only weapon. If Tahlia was still in the base, she’d likely be armed, and she might have Vera with her along with however many invaders there still were. It could be a fickle task.

You have help.

You have distractions.

Shaking that thought off was tougher. The others, even if they might not shoot her in the back, likely wouldn’t support her if she outright planned offensively. They’d doubt her, or worse they’d trust Tahlia, and from there things would only go from worse to catastrophic.

So, rearing up near Stein she decided to keep her worries vague. “Vera’s gone, so is Tahlia.”
In Avalon Academy: The Confines of the Crown → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Accompanied by Ser Mara

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@Polaris North@Snagglepuss89


”Oh boy.”

Ezran heard Mara before he saw Haytham, and for a moment wondered if something about the boy or his charge might have caused her alarm. He wasn’t Aladori, that was for certain, but given his approach he doubted there was any immediate threat of danger.

It struck him then that her exasperation was perhaps more directed at him. Indeed, after the momentary confusion he felt himself grow nervous again at the new face, bringing with it the promise of more interaction and more introductions, more opportunities for him to squander a rapport that didn’t even exist. Mara knew he’d collapse on himself even before he did, and could see from a glance that she’d turned away again to observe the crowd. Preemptive disappointment, even if she wouldn’t admit it. It would have been easiest then to just resign himself to it, stay quiet, let the two other boys talk and just listen.

But then, he already had a good thing going. Even with an extended silence, he’d been conversing with Brendan and thus far, things were nice. The boy had indulged his quieter demeanor, hadn’t belittled him or anything of the sort, would he really botch that so quickly?

”Hello.” Evidently not. Ezran extended a hand in greeting as well after Brendan had finished. He restrained the urge to apologize, as it stood the continued conversation also seemed on a more light-hearted track.

This new boy, whoever he was, was already more casual than most people he’d met in his life, with quite a tongue on him for the Grand Keeper. Brendan seemed to share the opinion, and to be honest, Ezran couldn’t blame them. The speech was long, even if it was livelier than most of the ones he’d heard back in Darkthrone, and it would have been a lie to say he’d preferred that to the social aspects of the day. He found himself smiling along, quiet still, but adjusting himself to stand at least in the conversation.

One last glance back at Mara showed a much different expression. She smirked, but kept herself occupied with the rest of the room.
In NCQ — Polaris → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
E L I

Personal Quarters, New Anchorage CC
[[ Around 0200 Hours (2:00 AM) ]]


Get up, Elizabeth.

And she did.

Eli’s eyes were open upon at the first echo, after which there were two reactions she had a split moment to decide upon. On reflex alone the hand beneath her pillow closed tight around the handle of the blade she kept there, which influenced her choice only somewhat.

Threat or inconvenience.

I can’t tell yet.

Figure it out.

I’m trying.

Elizabeth–

The sounds of distant violence continued only a moment more, and the decision was made. In routine long-practiced, long burned into her mind from morning after morning of trial, she moved. A quick, fluid motion altogether, her free hand slid beneath the pillow and briefly braced itself against the rough leather sheathe, just long enough to assure the blade was pulled free when she rolled. There were advantages, she knew, to sleeping above the covers. Being on the bottom bunk was an advantage, she was sprawled like a hunter on the hard ground without so much as a thud to tell it, but for the moment it didn’t matter.

Her eyes scanned the room, and she saw that she wasn’t alone in her alarm. Stein was awake and mobile, Agatha, albeit slower, was as well, there was Ryn’s voice in the distance, and she heard Joshua too. Nothing hostile, at least not immediately.

People are missing.

They left weeks ago.

Eli cursed herself as she rose, thoughts addled by her first waking moments. The empty bunks weren’t a concern, the people present were. Her first concerns went to Graham and the NC’s; aside from themselves, those seemed like the most likely targets, unless there was an attack on the settlement itself.

A chill like rigid lightning ripped up her spine, a sudden tremor rocking her shoulders.

Mother.

They’d have hit it first if it was their real target.

She’s in danger.

Focus.

The armory was the best shot. She’d spent countless hours of the past weeks plugged into that damn simulation preparing for this exact scenario. Well, it wasn’t the mess hall, but it was close enough, and it was time to see how much of what she’d learned holding simulated firearms translated over to actual combat, and not just a meager test.

Wordless, Eli moved to follow Stein, and couldn’t help the shaky thoughts that came to her. Her squad CO was calm, which was good, but even then it was hard to place faith in her.

It’s her.

No it isn’t.

A passing thought, another reflex, and one she put no stock in. If Stein had wanted them dead, she’d have done it in their sleep. If anything, the people up and present were, if not trustworthy, the least likely to put a knife in her back. Even some that weren’t present she could at least write off as allied. Percy was fine, Ana was fine, Graham was a non-variable, which left few options outside of the staff and administration. With a silent dread she found herself hoping the traitor wasn’t someone she knew. Lofgren, Kat, there were many options, none of them good.

There might not be a traitor.

There’s always a traitor.

Again she stopped, but this time it wasn’t out of distrust or caution. She whirled around on her heel and headed the other way down the barracks, towards Vera’s bunk. In all honesty, despite technically sharing a room, the stark division had been somewhat jarring for her in the first days. In personal quarters, even back home, the girl had been in arm’s reach through the night, which she viewed as a comfort both ways. If anything wanted to get to Vera, it had to get through her first, now it was a bit more complicated. Besides, she wasn’t sure how she felt about her sleeping above Tahlia.

The thought alone made her draw the woman’s immediate loyalty into question, but she quickly repressed it. She clambered up the end of the bunk and dragged Vera’s sheets away even before she all the way up. Any deep urge to wake the girl slowly, run a hand through her hair and whisper good-mornings, was overcome by the raw instinct to protect her. Even still, she kept her voice to a low whisper, soothing as she could manage on the back of silence being a necessity.

“Vee, get up we–”

Eli froze. Vera was gone.

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V E R A

New Anchorage CC Halls
[[ Around 0200 Hours (2:00 AM) ]]


“Ow. Ow. Ow.”

Vera dabbed the paper towel against her neck, and eventually pulled it away unbloodied. Only a few stray spots, but it had been enough of a nuisance to deal with in bed. Craning her head around brought more dull, groaning pain with it, like her bones were trying to push past each other, but it was something she’d gotten used to in the weeks since her surgery. Indeed, the raw flesh around her neural plug had ceased to bleed.

What she hadn’t yet gotten accustomed to was sleeping on her stomach. Lizzy had since they were young, and Vera never knew how she could deal with it. She’d heard once that sleeping that way caused bad dreams, something she now knew was likely false, but back then it seemed to make sense. Regardless, now sleeping on her back simply wasn’t an option. Too much pain, and even if there wasn’t, the plugs had her head on an arch that was more than a bit uncomfortable. So she tried her side, her stomach, and found the latter had her rolling onto her back far less often. Strange, and it kept her up late some nights, but it made incidents like this far less common.

Satisfied, she tossed the paper in the trash, and slowly brought her head back around, catching her face in the mirror. For the most part, she was unchanged. Lizzy told her the hunch was a natural response and would wane away soon, and she caught that certain movements and tics made her face twitch in minute pain, something else she’d been told would wane. Her eyes were more sunken, but that was from the odd sleep habits, and it had been tough showering for a while after the surgery, so her hair was a bit more unkempt than usual. Not that she often saw it like this, undone from the ushanka in the barracks. But the smile was there, even in the ticks, she’d grimace like she’d been told a bad joke, but still thought it was funny.

Stein’s words played in her head again, so often now it usually felt like the girl was there. “This is nothing if you want it.”

”This is nothing if you want it.” She whispered to her reflection, but the small, tiled room echoed it anyway.

She started to laugh, felt the giggle bubbling up from her middle and working its way up. She covered her mouth out of decency, it was late, she didn’t want to wake anyone, and made her way out of the bathroom, down the hall. At first she was headed straight back for the barracks, but a passing entrance caught her attention, and her eyes, slowly adjusting to the dark, could make out the long shapes of tables that filled the mess hall.

It was almost involuntary the way her feet redirected her, an aspect of wanderlust so common she hardly noticed it anymore. Residual pains had kept her up at night, but it hadn’t leant to any explorations, and so the big, sprawling rooms were things she knew only by how the daylight painted them. Looking around, everything was foreign, she couldn’t even place her regular seat for a good handful of moments. The dark never really got to her, even when she was younger. Not to say she particularly liked it, but growing up she rarely had anything to be afraid of when the lights went out. She could sit there at one of the tables, rest her head on her hands and relax without any fear of the odd supernatural, unexplained chill that plagued scores of children and adults alike. Would it have been so bad to fall asleep there? It was arguably more comfortable, even if she was sure she’d wake up sore, or more sore than usual. Already the pleasant numbing provided by the stim injections was beginning to fade, and she knew by then the throbbing would only get worse until her next dose in the morning. Suddenly the prospect of trudging back to the barracks, climbing into her bunk, and trying to fight with her position for a few hours of sleep. It was almost enough to get her eyes shut.

Almost.

The sudden crack made her jump to her feet, would have teased a yelp from her had she not already been making an effort to stay quiet. At first she thought a door had slammed shut, but the sounds continued, and the realization that came to her was slow, but with every piece put together she found herself getting lighter, her stomach twisting tighter, the aching in her neck started burning and all at once she remembered how familiar the feeling was.

”Oh my god.”

The panic began to settle before she could leash it in, and she found herself momentarily frozen there. Lizzy had told her about this, long ago and not so long ago. It wasn’t quite preparation, nothing could have already prepared her for this, but she had points, a list almost, to go on.

Don’t stop moving. Don’t make noise. Don’t approach anyone that isn’t me. If someone sees you, run. If you see someone, run. If you get hit, run. You do not try to save anyone. You do not try to help anyone. You stay alive.

The sounds of gunfire tore through the hall on the back of horrible screams. It jolted her, sent a harsh breath through her teeth and into her lungs, as close a chance as any she’d have to give into fear and scream, scream for help, scream for Lizzy, scream for anything.

Her lips sealed shut, she ducked low. Back home she used to play like this, crouched and nimble, scouring shelves and mounting piles of boxes, precarious cliffs of thick books that only tolerated her weight so long as she didn’t trouble them long. She’d climbed the jagged, jutting and lopsided building too many times to count, all beneath the unaware eyes of her mother and Lizzy. She’d once heard Celina refer to her as a rascal, a scurrying child, and found herself now thankful for it.

The pilots, she wanted to bet, would be safe. Lizzy would be among them, so would Stein, they’d survive. Who did come to mind were Ana and Percy. Separate from the rest, alone, but she didn’t harbor the same doubts about Percy that most of the others seemed to. Something told her that if anyone tried to lay a finger on Ana, they wouldn’t be getting it back.

To her left, more gunfire, more screaming, her hastily gathered composure began to slip. Percy and Ana were too far away, every sharp echo pounding that further into her mind. She could risk going back into the hall to the barracks, but it was also towards the gunshots, and there wasn’t much in the way of things to hide behind and under out in the open. She could stay put, but hiding was a much more risky choice than running. Lizzy hadn’t told her to hide, she’d told her to run.

To her right there seemed to only be echoes of shots from the left. She racked her mind to remember what laid that way; halls, elevators, and offices. The doctors were that way, people she knew she could trust despite Lizzy’s warnings. She figured if they’d tested her and opened her up with knives and and tools and things, they probably didn’t have any sinister plans. Besides, Lofgren was among that crowd, someone she not only trusted, but liked, and in a fit of worry couldn’t help but wonder if she was okay. Would she even be in her office so late? Where did the administration sleep? Maybe she was back in New Anchorage and safe, if it was even safe there. Briefly she worried for her home, the library and Ms. Jackspar, but for now there was nothing she could do for it.

So, her options weighed as closely as she could manage, Vera went right.

’Lizzy’s gonna kill me.'
In Avalon Academy: The Confines of the Crown → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Polaris North Ay so just wanna apologize I'm not sure why but I did not see your reply and given that it was days ago I absolutely should have said something sooner. Will have a reply up for Brendan and Haytham tomorrow.
In NCQ — Polaris → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Evil Snowman After talking it over, we've come to the decision that we don't feel like we can accept Valeriya right now. Some key points in the edits weren't really addressed (things like compatibility which aren't really a point of preference), and as it stands we don't see her fitting into the RP very well in general.

Thanks so much for your interest though. I hope there's no hard feelings, best of luck with your future RPing!
In NCQ — Polaris → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Evil Snowman@NuttsnBolts I'm in agreement with Nutts here, I think a lot of the issues present with the character are tied to her age and the potential implications that has on the RP.
In NCQ — Polaris → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Just dropping a post to gauge the progress of those who have expressed interest, since we should be expecting to begin soon.
In NCQ — Polaris → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
(Art courtesy of @ADParis)

Vera Voloshyna

"You feelin' this song? I'm feelin' this song."


[ ⛨ ] C A L L S I G N
Firefly

[ ⛨ ] N C O R I G I N
N/A

[ ⛨ ] D.O.B.
April 30th 2664 (13)

[ ⛨ ] G E N D E R
Female

[ ⛨ ] A P P E A R A N C E
Standing on the shorter end for her age, with blonde hair nearing her back and wide, lively green eyes, Vera is not an imposing child, which is more than fine by her. It’s rare to see her without a smile on her face, and rarer still to see her frown, even in darker situations she always appears to at least be trying to smile, if for no other reason than to offer a warm look to anyone who might need it.

She tends to dress similarly to Elizabeth, if not a bit brighter. Jackets over bright shirts with a scarf on occasion draped ‘round her shoulders. However, the girl’s staple is without a doubt the ushanka that rarely leaves her head. A memento from the family she never knew.

[ ⛨ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
Equal parts easily excitable and hard to bring down, Vera displays more happiness than anyone likely has a right to given the state of the world, and especially the state of her home. The type to view every day as a new, wonderful opportunity, every stranger as a friend she hasn’t met yet. She isn’t quite dense to the natural cynicism of the world, though she doesn’t often try to assert her optimism as better, rather she tends to accept the views of others and present her own in kind. To her, bringing a few happy moments when necessary is more important than trying to outright change another’s philosophy, and even in the hardest cases, Vera always manages to find a silver lining, be it in situations or people.

While generally light hearted, Vera can at times display a caretaking maturity. Still unrefined and more reactionary than anything, dealing with trauma is something she learned growing up in the Jackspar home. Often times Elizabeth would end the days a broken wreck, and Vera was glad to be a source of comfort for her. The reclusive Ms. Jackspar never saw her daughter’s breakdowns like she did, never woke up to find Eli in a fit of silent panic, or clawing at her skin like she couldn’t feel it. Celina learned the signs to Eli’s problems, how to order her into preventing them, but Vera learned how to fix them, at least temporarily, and for better or worse, this is largely why the older girl never received professional help.

With the discovery of a potential future as a pilot, Vera has come to realize that she’s spent much of her life thus far as an emotional lifeline to her sister. She doesn’t resent this, and wouldn’t for a heartbeat consider abandoning her, but she can’t help the gnawing lust for an adventurous life not tethered to another. If she could have that, and still be close to Eli, it would all work out. Right?

[ ⛨ ] S K I L L S E T
Creative: Being a fresh pilot in virtually every capacity, Vera has little going for her as far as combat is concerned. However, like most children, she’s possessed of a colorful imagination, which, while somewhat irrelevant, can hold a degree of importance when it comes to devising strategies on the fly.

Determined Diplomat: A fancy term for “good talker”, Vera’s drive to protect people is strong, but her drive to harm others as a means of accomplishing that is rather weak. It doesn’t matter whether it’s before, during, or after a battle, Vera is likely to always have her comms open in an attempt to talk to enemies. You never know, some conflicts might just need the right words to settle.

Novice Dancer: Not particularly great but able to hold a beat, Vera picked up dancing from Elizabeth, and though the two don’t often do it together anymore, she likes to throw a few shimmies into her steps from time to time.

[ ⛨ ] B A C K S T O R Y
Vera was too young to remember her parents leaving, but knows that she was born in what was then Smith’s Rest. Over the years she’s come to understand that the Voloshyna’s were in fact the only family close to the Jackspars, which to her was enough to explain why she was given to them. It never seemed to affect her, even when she was old enough to understand the implications of her situation she never harbored any anger against her parents. She had a home, a mother, and a wonderful sister, to her that was plenty to be happy about.

Eventually however, Vera started to notice cracks. The once warm and caring Celina Jackspar slowly discarded her façade, revealing a cold, calculating woman who shunned her in favor of focusing on her daughter, Elizabeth. And yet Vera was still not deterred. She’d grown attached to the girl, who had in turn grown attached to her, and by the time Vera was cresting nine the two were all but inseparable. So it came as no surprise that when Eli was accepted into the NC program that Vera was brought along as well.

What did surprise them was the possibility that Vera might end up in the cockpit of an NC too. Having been at the facility through vicious assaults and quiet lulls, she’s at least been made aware of the many risks the job entails, yet she’s signed herself on all the same. Now over a month out of surgery, and under the near constant watch of her sister, for the first time Vera is at least somewhat certain of her future, a future she chose. Even through the post-op debilitation, the girl has never been happier.

[ ⛨ ] T H E M E C H

(Currently Vera is in training and does not possess an NC, this section acts merely as a potential placeholder)

[ ⛨ ] R E L A T I O N S





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