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Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

As I type this, Donald Trump holds the lead for the US Election. Only way Hillary can win is if she gets California, Washington, and Oregon. I don't wanna go to war with Russia, guys.

Wishing Star - A Frontier Adventure

I expect to have a character done by this Wednesday, at most. I'm trying not to do a far too stereotyped western hero, but my original idea won't work at all because a full blooded vampire would present far too many challenges to integrate with the rest of the characters or be too OP.

@KoL

If you end up going the vampire route, we could work out some backstory with Fleur that either keeps the bloodsucker either loyal or at limited power.

Wishing Star - A Frontier Adventure

@Lord of Evil
I got that summary of Mortvyre set up. Where would you like it?

The War of the Three

Torag Draken

Torag turned around once again as Diana spoke, making note of everything she said with the occasional nod to reaffirm her that he was listening. Based on her account, this was going to be much more serious than he had initially planned for, and he turned himself towards the general direction of Iona's office as she finished relaying the information. "You mean Alt Signia? I'll be sure to tell her myself. If things are as bad as you say, we need to mobilize quickly." He started off at a fast walk, his armor clinking loudly with each step. He paused, however, when the dragon behind him thanked him for the small deed he had performed. He paused mid step and cracked a smile with what muscle he had left in his face. "It's no big deal, Diana... though you're welcome. And yes." With that, he resumed his brisk pace to the office of Iona, picking it up to a jog. The sight of Torag running was a rare one, and was usually enough to set anyone that knew his reputation on edge.

Roughly seven minutes later, the wight pushed open Iona's door, rudely interrupting whatever activity she was up to at the moment. An air of urgency surrounded him, making it more than clear he had more than a good enough reason for the intrusion. "I apologize for the interruption, Lady Iona, but we're in dire need of defenses at Alt Signia. Hell is launching a full frontal assault on there to neutralize the victory at Ruthria, and they have a fallen with them. I suspect it may be the heretic Miyu, though I am not sure. We need everything at our disposal, here." He waited for a response, biting what was left of his tongue in the hopes for a swift call to action from her.

@KoL

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Marquis

Marquis nodded as Titania introduced herself, a satisfactory response given the circumstances. When she wanted to know exactly why he was there, he was all too eager to explain. "Well, I've been ordered to assassinate a demon out near the next battlefield, and I require as-" He locked up as he received a transmission from High Queen Eos, requesting that he prepare for the battle and disregard the previous task. Moments later, the information processes, he spun on his heel and made his way for the facilities exit, calling for the soldier to follow him. "Gather your weapons, we're to report to the front lines. Point 10236: Hephaestus. Transports are waiting for us." He broke into a sprint once he was outside, a hand on his bowler hat to assure that the wind did not claim it. His destination was, obviously, the airdocks.

He arrived just in time to hear the end of Hibiki's speech, his eye lighting up in a pseudo-smile. "Well said, Commander Hibiki. Now, we have a war to win, and this location is completely useless to us. Once we have all the supplies we can evacuate, I'll make sure to blow it sky-high. Preferably with as many demons as we can pack in there still in the forge looking for me." He tipped his hat to the pair of commanders and took his explosive, tucking it into his coat for safe keeping and future use. With that he stepped onto the transport, presumably with the others participating in the battle, and left for their target. With any luck, the infiltration team would never need to fire a shot to secure the facility. Even better, the smiths there could be enslaved to serve the Machina, fabricating top-of-the-line armor and weaponry for their armies and mechs.

@TheWindel@Ryonara@Flamelord

The War of the Three

Fuck.

The War of the Three

So character specific Trump Cards are most likely going to be a thing. Maybe even Team Attacks depending on who's actually participating in certain battles.

@TheWindel

Team Attacks my dude. This is Fire Emblem now. TIME TO COME UP WITH SPECS FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF HAVING THEM!

ALSO TIME TO ANGRILY TYPE

Wishing Star - A Frontier Adventure

Fleur Moreau

"I never asked for the life of a lady, nor did I receive one. This world doesn't allow for such luxuries, anyhow."

General

Name:
Fleur Moreau

Race:
Dhampir

Height:
6’2” – 1.88m

Weight:
154lbs. – 69.85kg

Eye Color:
Red

Age:
31

Occupation:
Airship Engineer

Personality:
Tomboyish, while not inaccurate, is a word that barely scratches the surface of Fleur’s character. She’s a tough, smart girl that knows how the world works, and has molded herself to not only survive it, yet thrive in it. Despite her gender and race, she’s heavily interested in aviation, and considers her home in the clouds with the many flying machines that inhabit it. She also possesses a strong hatred of vampires for a reason she refuses to speak to most about.

History:
Centuries ago, vampires were a very common and very real threat to the working family, and there was very little to defend against them. Most families only had a flintlock or sword to defend themselves, both of which did little against an undead threat like this. And what farmer could afford something that could deal with them? Silver and enchanted weapons were incredibly expensive and hard to find, so most families were virtually naked as the day they were born. It was because of this weakness that the Moreau bloodline began, a clan of powerful Dhampirs that had recovered at least some of their humanity. Their tale is a tragic one, starting with a horrendous crime, and supposedly being quelled after years upon years of war.

The first true Moreau, a little girl by the name of Aceline, was the bastard daughter of a vampire that was known only as MM and an unnamed slave girl. The mother had wanted to keep the girl, yet the father cast out the child late one night in order to reclaim a lustful prize. It was never recorded how the young Aceline came into the care of a rare sight; a married couple of a vampire and human with several children like her, all of whom understood her plight. These were the Moreaus, a beacon of hope in a swampland conquered by a royal family known as the Vyre. As years passed and a revolution began, the dhampir girl married and had kids of her own, extending the family again. Into the battle they went when they came of age, fighting tooth and claw for the freedom of less malevolent creatures. Both sides held their ground in a stalemate for decades, no decisive winner ever appearing over the other at any one battle.

The tides turned, however, when a seventh-generation son known only as Marcus turned on the Moreaus and brought them down from the inside…

In the wasteland they fought in, it had seemed the sun never rose, and the moon never fell. Simply enough, this was a powerful illusion placed on the sky by the Vyre that let minimal sunlight through the thick, murky clouds that hung low over the swamp. Marcus figured this out and, after thirty years of a planned betrayal, tore a hole in this illusion over the Moreau’s hideout. The Vyre knew exactly where to go now, and amassed their full force to eliminate a pest.

They came in a break in the war, tearing out the doors and ripping through the caves with fervor. The entirety of the Moreau clan was slaughtered in one fell swoop, all aside from Marcus, the newest addition to the Vyre family. Following this raid, all records of this rebellion aside from its start and a heavily modified end date were burned to make sure the Vyres stayed in power, unopposed.

This was the end of the Fortnight Rebellion, and the supposed end of the Moreau clan. In the raid of their hideout, however, a father and baby were left alive as a warning. The baby was Fleur, the unspoken final hero of Mortvyre. Few know her origins, as according to history, the Moreaus were not brave warriors, but anarchists seeking to overthrow a powerful and respected family. Only she knows the whole story now, and it is up to her to carry on the task to one day free the swamplands of vampiric tyranny.

She's heard whispers of a magical artifact that's capable of granting wishes to the noble-hearted, and she intends to find and use it to free Mortvyre from the oligarchy it has always know. She needs a party to brave the harsh, western lands, and has attempted to mentally prepare herself for a total betrayal at the end of the journey. Whether or not this rumor will prove fruitful is totally up in the air at this point.

Combat & Survival

Racial Characteristics:
Reduced Appetite – A vampiric heritage pays off sometimes, giving Fleur a drastically slowed metabolism. A full meal can potentially last her a few days.

Increased Lifespan – While not immortal, she benefits from an extra 50 or so years tacked onto the life of a human.

Weakness to Sunlight – While in direct, intense sunlight, Fleur’s magic loses its edge and forces her to fight more defensively.

Fear Trumps Logic – Small, superstitious villages will likely ignore her mostly human characteristics and focus on the white hair, red eyes, and the runes on her left arm. Anything from a refusal of service to a lynch mob may occur because of this.

Blood Feast - While it isn't necessary for their survival, Dhampirs can still consume the blood of others. Doing this will send them into a feral state, granting increased speed and strength at the cost of intelligence until it works its way out of their system.

Skills:
Engineer - Fleur's career has granted her with a near-supernatural ability to repair modern machinery with ease.

Override - Fleur, if close enough to them, can rewire hostile steam and clockworks to fight for the party. More specifically, her.

Aviator - With an affiliation for the skies, Fleur is a competent pilot for most air crafts.

Weaponry:
Sunspear – An enchanted sword made from blessed silver and blisterwood – a rare wood known for causing a burning sensation in undead – passed down through the Moreau clan. It’s known to cause crippling pain to vampires and other undead still capable of feeling the sensation. Otherwise, it functions as a durable blade.

Stiletto – A long, thin knife kept on her right leg for emergencies. Good for piercing chain mail.

Armor:
Dress Uniform – An elegant ensemble that serves as lightweight armor. While it won’t stop a blade fully, it will certainly take the edge off it. Bullets are what magic shields are for.

Mechanical Pauldron – An eerie sheet of steel salvaged from a crashed airship, molded into the shape of a skull. It is unknown what purpose the gears below serve, but the gold chain steadies a service medal hanging from the bottom of this armor piece.

Runemaster’s Glove – A black, leather glove on Fleur’s left hand. It serves as a conduit for her magic and has a summoning circle stitched into the palm.

Magic:
Runic Magic – Rather than carry around countless parchments and scrolls, Fleur had runes tattooed into her left arm. While it was a painful process, it pays off in combat to not have pieces of paper burning up in your hands.

Fighting Style:
Spellsword – After all, “Word” and “Sword” are only one letter off from each other. Wielding both on the battlefield proves effective, as a combination of mystical forces burning enemies and steel slicing through everything else is both versatile and deadly. About as aggressive as it sounds.

Miscellaneous

Inventory:
-4 days of emergency rations. It’s really just a few chicken sandwiches.
-6 water skins, more than enough for a walk in the desert.
-Basic sewing kit.
-Engine repair kit.
-Hair pin, contains a small-scale clockwork that serves as a messenger bird.

Other:
-Speaks with a French accent.
Theme - Blood Hunt

Current Wealth:
149 Gold 21 Silver 67 Copper

The War of the Three

<Snipped quote by The 42nd Gecko>

You mean Lethe, that was supposed to be the plan but I'm kinda reluctant in deploying her.

@KoL

Do it, we didn't try to kill her. Yet, anyway.

Wishing Star - A Frontier Adventure

Aw yiss! We're in business!

The War of the Three

I was planning on posting today, and then I got extremely tired. Will throw something together tomorrow.