mickilennial

The Voyagers of Duonia: A Medieval Fantasy RP

@Taka I took a look at your formatting. Sorry for the delays everyone, I've been mentally unwell and creatively dead inside. But I'm back, I think, hopefully.

Age also is an educated guess since you had, like, 26 listed and I know that's not correct.

The Fighter

_{“I am the storm that is approaching.”}

_______________________________________________ Varis Naivera _______________________________________________________________ 150 | Male | High Elf _______________________________________________________________ True Neutral | Battlemaster | Sage _______________________________________________________________ [+] ▼ A T T R I B U T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Battle Maneuvers Varis has spent his long life, learning various different techniques, or Maneuvers if you will. He has learned from various Elves and Humans in the art of war, studying sever texts to increase his own knowledge of combat. This has also extended to knowledge on weapon usage, Varis is proficient at using most weapons with ranged weapons being on the weaker end for him. ► Blade That Booms Being a High Elf, Varis was born with a high magic aptitude. This lead to him learning a single spell to increase his marital prowess; Booming Blade would be that spell. Booming Blade is a cantrip that surges lightning around whatever weapon he is holding with the added effect of causing a delayed shock for the affected if they try walking after. This is a signature spell for Varis. ► Schloar 150 years have given the Elf Fighter a long time to study up on the history of the world, and what has been crafted by the people that inhabit it. From Religion, to History, to Medicine, and even Investigative knowledge, Varis has expanded his mind well beyond his Elven history. This also helps him in the fact that he teaches for a class of diverse races. You can find Varis with a book in his hand during his downtime. ► Shieldmaster To keep this short and sweet, Varis is master in wielding his shield. He can defend even the most awkward of attacks with his shield, even completely defending from spells that normally could bypass shields. Some men think it's impossible stop a fireball with a shield, Varis would like to show otherwise. - [+] ▼ I N V E N T O R Y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Armor Varis tends to wear medium armor. Never one to hide his armor, it can be seen as a breast plate. He prefers to wear armor with the most protection but also loose to stop his movement from being hindered. Varis can stand on the front line with the best of them, shield in hand. ► Weapons As a fighter, Varis could wield a variety of weapons if he so wanted, but that is not his style. Instead Varis keep his trusty at his side at all times. To compliment the shield, he keeps longsword for close range fights, a spear if he needs range, and a small hand crossbow as a backup. He does keep a elven dagger at his waist but, that is only for a last resort. ► Coinpurse Varis is a teacher so he is paid moderately well, this not including his years of saving. Don't let this fool you tho as Varis is a not a rich man at all but, he can live comfortably above the poverty line. ► Misc. Items Beyond a belt for potions, a few survival items like flint, and a small necklace shaped like a lion, Varis does not keep much on him. He only brings what is necessary as he already carries more weapons than the normal adventurer. -

P E R S O N A L C H A R A C T E R Varis was a lucky child, born on the mainland to two elven parents. Cysegr would be the place he called home. As a young elf, Varis was took a vested interest in the history of the many races, learning all he could during small adventures from his home. He came to love meeting new individuals from other races, exchanging stories and even fighting techniques. Fighting was a secondary joy for the elf as he trained with his mother, a Battlemaster in her own right. What was not expected was his affinity with the shield, using it at an elite level to defend and create openings. Varis took his studies and training seriously, never leaving a second to slack off. A hundred years would seem to fly past in the blink of an eye before he met someone that would take his the brunt of his interest. Her name was Arianna Moon, a human barbarian who had been adventuring like many before her. Their meeting would initiate a friendly fight between the two, Varis to test his abilities and Arianna to test her blade against his 100 year experience. Love would bloom on a battlefield that day. For years the two lovers would fight, teach, and create a family together. A young girl named Veronica after Arianna's own mother. Varis was a good father, becoming attached to his child as she grew up before him, and always teaching her to use her mind over the sword. Their family would eventually feel loss as Arianna would pass away due to old age, her husband and daughter outliving her due to the elven physiology. A pain that would remain with Varis to this very day, unable to truly reconcile with losing the closest person he's ever known. For over 30 years, Varis would teach elven children Cysegr, making a name for himself amongst his elven people. Stern and Stubborn to a fault, the man would use every opportunity to show the next generation the world they lived in. He loved it and his mind would never stop seeking knowledge in all it's forms. F A V O R Varis has met Ordrin before through Veronica's own dealings and misadventures. Ordrin contacted Varis quickly once he heard the news of the Caravan going missing, including Veronica who had been tasked with protecting it. Varis agreed to help Ordrin, and in return Ordrin will help him with finding Veronica. Single-minded and Focused, nothing will get in Varis' way.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

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“Mama, why do the inquisitors hate us?”

“I don’t know, Lasiseia.”

A fringe memory from years ago.

Lasiseia Krow barely remembered it, but it was there. Like an old song that someone forgot the lyrics to. But after being consumed by her grief of losing everything she had ever known it had been buried in her. The only thing she knew was her instincts and her rage.

It was a unfortunate reality, but the malum prodigy had been consumed by her own darkness and for months now it had deluded how she normally thought. The girl with fire red hair threatened her, almost with glee. It was just her and the boy. The rest of their group of inquisitor-lackeys were taking on her final treant. She felt in her bones she still had an advantage, but there was something about the girl that made her hesitate for a second. But only a second. Much like a cornered animal she hissed before swooping back at the two with great speed, slashing and pawing at them with her malum claws with great speed and dexterity; switching targets on a dime between flurries of strikes.

The two dodged, almost instinctively, though she was very quick.

She needed to strike and strike fast or else what would happen would happen like it did before. Strike before the rest killed her. There was more screaming in her head; another memory--her mother's body lying in two. If she ran away who was to say if she could get away clean? The magic she had been ‘blessed’ with as a child conflicted her thinking. The blonde girl stepped up. Talking about her magicks. And then she ran at her. Lasiseia’s eyes widened, not with fear but instead with immaculate joy.

“Don’t—” The red-haired girl called out to her companion as Lasiseia weaved underneath the sword, the blade swiping a fringe amount of hair over her head.

The brown-haired girl’s energy surged as she twisted the malum on her left hand from a claw into a blade. One strike in the heart is all it would take. That is until the sound of the spark of lightning caught her ear and she had to spin eastward in a dash to create some distance as a lightning bolt shot down to where she previously stood.

“My, my! Did you really think it’d be that easy?!” The brown-haired girl exclaimed before twisting back as her feet touched the earth. “I may be only sixteen-years-old, but I am no fool!”

She held out her hand, the dark mass that had once had formed claw constructs moving into a sphere into her hand. Solidus Malum. To draw your dark energy into solid matter. In a split second she spun it around in her palm as it began gathering a blitzing amount of speed before the red-haired girl could send out another bolt of lightning in her general direction. The ball of sticky malum goo would fling itself at the lightning-summoning nuisance who was already channeling another attack. As it splatted upon her longcoat Lasiseia would lick her lips. Long Live the Eileithyia.

She pressed her fingers, sparking with malum energy as she did so and snapped. Incaendo.

The malum substance on the red-haired girl’s coat began to sparkle and then it exploded in black and purple. When the smoke cleared the fulgur magi was on the ground, groaning in pain. It was a little surprising to see at first given how many grunts the brown-haired girl had handled with it before, but such was life. She would have to happen upon a more hardy group. At least she didn't have to dodge lightning bolts for the time being. She laughed as claws began to form around her hand once more and she charged.

Though, this time? She charged past the duo, doing a side-flip off one of the giant trees and made for their backlines. Toward the tall woman.

Secret Force: A Power Rangers Story

Episode 1 takes place ICly on September 5th, 2067. A Monday. Specifically that Labor Day Monday we all adore so very much.

What Are You Listening To?

Secret Force: A Power Rangers Story

@Taka I've decided to pick you for the role for a multitude of factors, but both sheets are solid enough. Depending on Martian's interest and ability to post consistently, I might shop for a purple or silver ranger to slot in to the group jumping it from 5 original rangers to 6. But I also want to keep storylines rather balanced and not overwhelm myself as I have done in other RPs in the past. For now, Scott is accepted.

That means we are ready to go and this morning I wrote the first half of the IC opener and will do the second half tonight. Posts may be written and posted afterward.

Secret Force: A Power Rangers Story

@Martian @Taka I'll have a decision on red by the end of the night (EST). Should I like both sheets sufficiently, I may find a way to accept you both. Of course, a color change would be needed at that point but one step at a time. Thanks for being patient.

With no other contestants for Pink by the deadline, @Eggs gets the prize and should transfer Briggs over to the characters tab.

Secret Force: A Power Rangers Story

Location: Glacier Bay National Park and Preserve, Alaska -- Several Weeks Ago

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“It’s nothing like what we’ve seen.”

Professor James Takuya had been the leading expert in North American archaeology and anthropology in the Pacific Northwest for the last decade. Nothing could’ve prepared him for this.

A shift in the Juan de Fuca tectonic plate had incidentally unearthed something that had gone unnoticed for centuries. Underneath the frost and earth, a ruin of some kind. His instincts had told him it was nothing manmade, nothing that the Eyak, Haida, or Tlingit could’ve conceived. Unearthing the surface of the structure made his gut turn. They had unearthed something that was not of this world. It was a strange thought, even in 2067, given all of the advancements and bewilderment toward the stars. But, still. Alien technology? On Earth? It all felt like a science fiction fixture. A weary smile formed on his face thinking so, realizing that it would be known as his discovery. His name would never be forgotten.

“The energy levels are off the charts.”

The older man looked over to the young woman beside him, her hands holding a particular tablet. Energy levels meant living, working technology. They would have to dig further.

Before the night came upon them, a chamber would be found and with it a variety of strange crystals.

Crystals that would change everything.
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Location: Angel Grove University, Angel Grove, CA -- Present Day

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It had been two weeks since Takuya’s discovery and it appeared there was more-and-more questions.

To his left was a tech guru who had signed a confidentiality agreement regarding any studies involving the archaeology professor’s findings. To his right was his protégé as well as one of the security officers Takuya had personally commissioned for anything revolving around the project.

“Whatever you dug up in Alaska has energy readings like we have never seen.”

“Unfortunately we haven’t been able to translate… the instruction manual.” Takuya remarked as the younger archaeologist tried to make heads or tails of the meaning behind the symbols they had unearthed from the site. Some of them looked like strange hieroglyphics while others looked like symbols. Symbols without any context for what they meant.

“Alien languages sure are hard, huh?”

“I, uh, didn’t… is it that obvious?”

“I study things. As a hobby.” The dark-haired woman remarked as she typed away on the computer in front of her. “Not to mention, this is so on the DL you had me sign a non-disclosure agreement. For a handful of rocks.”

The older archaeologist nearly sighed as he straightened the collar of his labcoat.

He knew the tech guru was right. If he was so scared of his research being stolen and some big corporation moving in he probably would have just been open about it.

It was why he had contracted people from smaller, independent circles and been very careful about keeping it all hush-hush. Deliveries from the archaeology site went through a private airport and independent parcel drivers. Security was three-times vetted. Takuya’s inner circle was so small that nobody in it could be possibly be compromised. He was worried, though. The discovery of more rocks had happened a day ago and the delivery driver from the airport was supposed to arrive thirty minutes ago. He had convinced himself the delivery was just late. Driving from the private airport outside the city to the city and then the university would have taken some time. For the time being he had to focus on the readings and what the dark-haired woman could tell him.

There was also the hieroglyphics worrying him immensely, the hieroglyphics that Scott Young had been going over since they left the digsite. It was pretty cut and dry, even with the alien speak. A horde of monsters facing down six guardians, protecting what Takuya suspected was what they had dug up in Alaska. A greedier man would’ve made the announcement of the century already even if it seemed so absurd to be true. A sweltering anxiety had filled his stomach and he had no idea why. Little did he know, his gut feeling was right.

“All I can tell you is whatever these alien rocks are, they have more energy in them than five nuclear power plants. And I don’t mean small ones.”

That’s when the security officer would notice that the gems themselves had begun to react to something. In fact, the rocks the archaeologists had unearthed and tried to study had begun to glow in hues of red, yellow, and pink as the rocky surfaces began to crack.

It was also when the electrical systems in the room began to go haywire as sparks exploded from the overhead lights. The ‘alien rocks’ were beginning to overheat or react to something before they began to glow even more before outright shaking--before the room started shaking like Takuya was back in Los Angeles during a mild earthquake tremor. One of the servers directly behind Professor Takuya began to emit smoke. It was about to explode.

On the other side of Angel Grove, a delivery driver and a new resident would soon realize what was soon to happen, but not before Earth would have a new visitor. A dangerous one.
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Location: IdoTech Construction Site, Angel Grove, CA

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Xala had waited a long time for the energems to finally be dug up by some half-developed civilization in the middle of nowhere, but how fortunate was she that those who finally found them and activated them would be from a civilization practically in the stone age. Such was the irony. The Eltarians were foolish and their greatest treasure would now be hers to control. How fortunate was it that it was her ship that was the closest to the Milky Way Galaxy when the readings went across darkspace. How very fortunate. For her.

Since the Eltarians did their final stand every faction from every galaxy in the universe had salivated over the idea of being the ones to find the key to the grid and with it the key to complete, total power. In the years since Xala’s faction, the Xalantian Imperium, stood as one of the key powers in the Andromeda Galaxy, the neighboring stretch of space from the one the Eltarians had decided to hide out the keys to the grid upon. The energems. None of them, not even Xala knew how the energems work. She just knew they were what they were and with them she could be the ruler of everything in darkspace and with other factions threatening her imperium this was a sign from the gods that they ordained her right to rule. She was delighted.

“It only took fifteen million years, Zoltar, but finally you lose.” The alien humanoid grinned veraciously as she cracked her neck, “And now I am the first one to arrive and collect the grand prize.”

“The Grid belongs to the Imperium! My Imperium!” She exclaimed in the empty construction site before retrieving a circular object from her waist.

Energy soon began to course through it and in moments two of her commanders appeared beside her, warping down from where they came from.

“You two. You know what were here for. Do not fail me.” She barked as she looked around the construction site. A viable outpost for the time being, she supposed. Not that she'd need one for long. This Earth would be an interesting target range when she was done with it.

“Yes, mistress empress, of course!” The smaller commander said, nodding their head before being smacked by the other one as the two creatures began wandering out of the construction site. With the energems in their reach, it would only be a matter of time before they arrived to their locations and succeeded with their ruler's plan.

Fortunately for Angel Grove and Earth itself, the Grid had other plans...

Delbrook Academy High School

Interacting With: Scout @luft, Mitchell @alexfangtalon | Location: Delbrook School Grounds

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Fun.

Always expect a Drama kid to think stupid things were fun. And then he decided to not make the connection that the two of them were related. The blonde supposed it wasn’t exactly obvious. The two cousins didn’t exactly look anything alike outside of being as white as a newly minted piece of chalk. Before either of them could explain their relation (or not, depending on their need to) he decided to bring up theater. Oh god. This nimrod wasn’t actually suggesting she tolerate Amanda fuckin’ Flanagan as a genuine, honest-to-god suggestion.

“Not my scene.” Ashlyn uttered before looking away from the two, eyeing up the booths and rides. “Think I'd be better off finding a good strong tree and a rope, because that's how I feel about theater.”

Heed the Call

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Cherrie Blackwell-Carter leaned back against the old Fremont Cottonwood tree, an expression of confusion and annoyance on her face as plain as day.

“Great...” The fourteen-year-old muttered, “...my e-mail has been compromised. Lame.”

This… Jericho Watson knew things about her that her grandparents most certainly did not share with anyone.

Her family lived by a big policy of honesty, but there were just some things you did not share. Cherrie hadn’t forgotten like most kids would have by this point in their lives. Not even a lot of moving around would hinder her from remembering such an insane thing to see. She was pretty surprised to be back in Ridgewood and it appeared someone had seen the same things she had. She looked over the message closely as more questions seemed to form in her mind. So, this Jericho Watson knew about what she saw. But why was he saying she was chosen for something great? Five others? How did he know they were at camp? Then there was the cliffhanger of an ending message which made this Watson person sound more insane than he already sounded.

Your world and mine.

She swiped the message away on her phone as she looked upward to the sky. It all felt so… childish. Like a fantasy. The only thoughtful conclusion the green-haired teenager could make was that it was a joke conspired by someone who had heard her grandparents mention off-hand in a conversation with her parents. Jericho Watson wasn’t likely this person’s real name. That or a lunatic had gotten in touch with her and truth be told the prank part felt a lot less terrifying.

So, prank it was.

“This has to be a prank. Nobody would seriously say that kinda stuff.”

Her eyes moved toward the cabins, catching a few familiar faces moving about. She needed to triple count the items in her bag. It was time to get moving.

Heed the Call

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“That’s super duper weird.”

Ryana Beckett looked over the e-mail. Not that she didn’t get weird e-mails now-and-again; it was more that the orange-haired girl shouldn’t have been able to access it.

Something about the internet and cellphone service at camp had gone a little crazy and even Ryana’s cavalcade of useless facts couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Other campers could make phone-calls but they were all limited to the camp, as if they were on a dinosaur internet network, like some kind of gonzo closed LAN kind of thing. The orange-haired girl had looked multiple times to the cellphone tower in the distance, wondering if the tower was the problem. But if that was the case her tablet wouldn’t have any issues loading Wikipedia or Google. She had even checked using a landline connection on one of the ancient computers in the counselors’ office! Nothing made sense.

And here was the e-mail. Talking about things she had seen once as a kid that she barely remembered. Jericho Watson? Recount what she had seen in grade school? Did she tell anyone? Did anyone believe her? Was this guy some kind of private investigator? Ryana raised a brow as she swiped down as she tried to think back to the third grade. Her parents were still together back then and well, that’s about all she had remembered particularly well. Perhaps she told her parents, but they certainly didn’t buy that whatever she saw was real. If anything they dismissed it as something she found out on the internet or on TV. She never went to therapy over it or anything. As far as Ryana knew the strange memory was a dream she had that had stuck with her for a few years before the divorce and sports became more significant things to think about.

She closed the e-mail, shaking her head as she pocketed her phone before shoving her hands into her hoodie's pockets.

There were more fun things to think about and grabbing a snack seemed to be the smart thing to do before she decided to find something to do.