MiddleEarthRoze

Hogwarts, 1480

Thanks for the heads up! Definitely interested in this.

S.H.I.E.L.D Academy

Evetta Berensdóttir

Location: S.H.I.E.L.D Atrium
Interactions: (Rolling eyes at) Copen @Chicogal, Magni @Winter Kitten, (Also rolling eyes at) Erik @Dethran

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"Alright then... not over dressed nor under dressed; hair tamed correctly; decent amount of make-up. Or is it decent? Am I wearing too much of it? Or not enough?" All of this thought with a heavy sigh, Eva paused in her fussing in front of the mirror. She was currently hiding in the bathrooms of the Academy, wanting to fix herself before entering the atrium. Except there was nothing there to fix. Or was there? "Gods above Evetta. Get a hold of yourself! Since when did you care so much for first impressions?"

After a firm and silent telling off to herself, Eva forced herself out of the bathroom and towards the atrium. Honestly? She didn't know why she was worrying so much. Probably a nervous tick that had surfaced over the years at home, and likely a sign of her underlying trust issues with... well, anyone or anything alien.

And one couldn't get much more alien than a whole different realm. Midgard. Eva was certain she had been here before; she knew intricate and obscure things that only would be known by someone who had spent time on the planet. Songs, snippets of history, random facts and pop culture... they were all pieces in her broken memory, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fit them together. And that in itself was part of the reason why she came here. As for her other reasons? They were varied, and protecting the earth wasn't particularly high on the list, she was somewhat ashamed to admit. Still, she would not ignore those duties while trying to achieve her more personal ones.

Upon entering the atrium, a smile surfaced on her face to see Copen waving at her, enthusiastic grin upon his own face. "Well, I'm glad one of us is enjoying themselves." She thought with a light chuckle, noticing another figure as she took her seat beside another blond girl. Tall, Alf, and a magic user, no less? She met his flirtatious look with a smile and a roll of her eyes. She had visited Alfheim a few times as a child, and recalled good memories of the place. It had the most beautiful forests, far more ethereal and delicate than the sturdy oak forests of Vanaheim.

Eva watched on as others in the atrium introduced themselves - also darting a quick smile at Magni as he entered. Next came a girl with a metal arm (Eva's curiosity immediately piqued; the science of Midgard was truly spectacular to replace full limbs); then the girl she had sat by - Charity - revealed her own amazing power of solar energy manipulation. Eva knew a few spells that could allow the manipulation of such energies, but she highly doubted they would reach the same power levels as her fellow student. To be allowed to fly with such powers? Incredible.

The next introductions were amusing to watch, and seeing the interactions between Rain and Camden brought a grin to Eva's face, even doing something to ease the knot of unrest in her stomach. Seeing the joy of a reunion, and the subsequent embarrassment of gaining everyone's attention, reminded Eva that most - if not all - the people here were in the exact same boat as she was. Probably running from something, with some kind of strange talent, and in an unfamiliar place.

As Camden sat down once again - an awkward gait to his step as he returned, Eva took a deep yet quiet breath and stood up with a smile.

"I guess I'll take the spotlight from you. My name is Evetta Berensdóttir, and yes, even on Asgard it's a mouthful to say all at once. So, feel free to call me Eve or Eva, most people do." She paused, fiddling with a button on her shirt sleeve almost absent-mindedly as she talked. "As stated, I'm from Asgard. My talents lay very much with magic - usually if someone asks me for a spell, I can manage the basics of what is required, if not manage the full task. And..." Eva paused once more, pondering over whether or not to add her... memory problems. Surely it would come up in idle conversation? All it would take would be for someone to ask what she did for her sixteenth birthday, or where she'd learnt a particular song. "I'm.. also... sort of missing some of my memory. I only mention this so I do not appear as rude when I don't share stories of my past. That's about it for me, I suppose - oh, wait. Swords." Her grin returned at this, recalling one of the skills she had the most pride in. "I am rather skilled at swordplay. I enjoy training in it, and using it on the battlefield; while my magic may prove more useful in those endeavours, there is something satisfying in brandishing a length of steel at your enemy."

On that - interesting - note, Eva shared a smile with the room once more, and sat down, feeling far more at ease now than when she had entered.

Mass Effect: Mercenaries (High Casual)

@Ollumhammersong

Not at all, my friend. I believe it'll be on Omega for the most part, although I imagine there may be parts out of the station. The lore will be canon lore from the ME universe, and it is before Shepard becomes all famous and arrives.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Despite the threat that lay in wait for the group on the shore, Rhasha'Dar was just happy to have hit dry land. He couldn't fight against the water, but a group of Dunmer? They could bleed and die - hence, he still felt some modicum of relief.

However, things were still looking on the negative side - a strange group was attacking them, and The Courtesan was too far to lend them any aid. The Khajiit simply hoped that the ship made it to the shore safely, and that his potions had come in handy. For if the ship failed, the poor souls on board would have to abandon it... and he did not envy them for the cold waters that would await them.

As the Armigers - Rhasha had never heard of the group, but then again, his caravan had never spent time in Morrowind. Clearly they were a force to be feared, if Trius' expression was anything to judge by - descended on the boat, Rhasha'Dar glanced at the unarmed and unarmoured R'ihanna behind him, still sat in the boat - an injured Solveig lay in cover on the other side of the dinghy.

"Take this - a weapon is better than none. Just... try not to hit any of us with it." Rhasha said briefly, shoving the Dawnguard crossbow and its bolts towards R'ihanna. He had no skill with bows, but if the female Khajiit could provide some cover for those fighting - or even protect those who could not - it would not be a wasted effort. Looking at Solveig, Rhasha pulled his spear from his back. "As for you, don't die. This one will heal you after the fray, and it is hard to do so with a corpse." Said with what he hoped looked like a reassuring smile, the Khajiit tensed his arm and flung his spear at the furthest archer; the Dunmer's next arrow fell short as the spear slammed into his shoulder, knocking him the ground and pinning him there.

Leaping from the boat with a war-axe in each hand, Rhasha let loose his own roar, fangs bared and eyes narrowed as he turned to another of the Armiger's. The Dunmer wielded two shortswords, considerably lighter and quicker than Rhasha's elven axes. While he was more skilled with his spear, it likely wouldn't do much good in close quarters like this, not when the weak spots in the hard bonemold armour they were wearing was so hard to find. The two parried and slashed for a few moments, neither landing more than superficial cuts on the other until the Dunmer struck out with his foot, hooking behind Rhasha's leg and bringing him to the floor. The Khajiit's own leg lashed out, slamming into the Armiger's arm and sending one of his swords flying. The other was brought down towards his chest, but was easily deflected and thrown aside by Rhasha's axe. Booting both legs into the Dunmer's chest and bringing his foe to the ground, Rhasha got to his feet, slamming his axe with a yell into the chest of the Armiger as the latter scrambled for his dagger at his side.

The sheer brute strength of the swing blistered the armour, but did not gain enough momentum for the attack to have been fatal. No doubt the cut on the mans chest would cause a good amount of pain, but it hadn't been the sternum Rhasha had hoped to break. Pulling the axe with a grunt of exertion, it came from the armour after a few tugs - he then smacked the Dunmer with the blunted edge, knocking him unconscious as the Khajiit moved on to his next foe.

Dragon Age: Seas Of Thedas

Feri's eyebrows tightened together in a light frown as the dog - Gideon - sniffed at her, leaning away slightly at first, but then allowing the action. The dog was nearly as tall as she was, but she'd learnt to not be frightened by things bigger than her. Which... was kind of necessary when you were only slightly taller than your average dwarf, and most things were taller than yourself.

"Only a man from Fereldan would introduce his Mabari before himself." She said dryly, gently and somewhat awkwardly patting the top of Gideon's head - he seemed pleased with what he sniffed at, anyway. Her eyes then turned directly towards Gideon.
"As for you, if you get aboard this ship, I hope you enjoy eating mice. There's no way we'd get a mouser on board with a Mabari bounding about." Any cat in it's right mind would avoid the bloody ship like the plague with this great Fereldan beast on it, and she couldn't blame them. Gideon could probably eat her in one swallow.

Seeing that the older human was sat down and finished, Feri stepped forward. She would have allowed the Fereldan to go first, what with her having arrived after him - but she wouldn't take long in her own introductions.

"I'm Ferirev Kobald - most call me Feri. I'm a Duelist, and haven't lost a fair battle since I was but a whelp learning the trade. I grew up among pirates - if you want somebody with experience being your right hand, I'd be happy to offer my services." Naturally, Feri was after a high ranking role like First Mate. There were many things she'd be willing to do to get back on the open waters - but starting off with a job like cabin girl or scullery maid? She'd sooner take this monstrous Captain on in a fist-fight.

With that done, she took a seat by Evelyn's side, sliding a mug towards herself and tasting the liquid.

"Huh - this is better than the Hanged Man's swill. I should have come to Hightown more often." She thought to herself, downing the remainder of the ale before filling the mug back up again.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

"Prepare to abandon ship!"

Those four words were not ones that Rhasha'Dar was happy in hearing, especially when being woken up by them. These words seemed all the worse when he stumbled to his feet, and noticed the water pooling in the hold. People were scrambling to get above deck and to safety... well, at the very least it was safer than drowning down here, at any rate.

Snatching his bag up, Rhasha followed the crowd to the decks, eyes widening in fear as he saw the carnage. The storm was far worse than before, tossing the ship about as a child would a toy. It was truly a miracle they were staying upright... unlike one of the dinghies, which he could see over-turned in the water. He blanched at the thought that people had been on it, and even moreso at the fact that he could end up the very same. He was not a strong swimmer. In fact, he had trouble swimming in calm waters, let alone these monstrous waves that had seemingly spawned from Oblivion itself.

Noticing more of the crew heading towards the dinghies, Rhasha overheard Sagax's remark to Do'Karth, who seemed even more petrified at the situation than he was.

"We are not helping in the "cats-hate-water" stereotype, it would seem." He thought to himself as he shambled on over, trying to avoid falling on the slippery and shifting deck.

"Sagax! This one would prefer you get in the boat than drown, but if you insist on getting wet once again, take this." Digging into his bag beside the young imperial, Rhasha handed him a dark blue vial. A resist cold potion - it would no doubt help against the icy feeling that would set in one's bones the second they hit the water. He had only two more left... but who to give them to? Clearly, whomever wasn't getting on the boat, but a few - including himself - were dithering. Caught between survival of himself, and the want of survival for his friends.

As for Roze, she slept through the call to abandon, swaying quite happily in her hammock and dreaming about starting a dragon breeding farm - except they were the size of rabbits. Sebastian, on the other hand, had awoken immediately and ran after his fellow Mages, telling them to wait in their escape. He saw the foolish desperation in their eyes; it had been the same look when the College had first been attack. Rather than joining them, and unable to convince them otherwise, Sebastian watched on as they cut themselves loose, shaking his head lightly as they met their end. Everything they'd gone through to survive, and they die now.

Sebastian did not beg the sailors to try and rescue his fallen comrades like the young injured Breton, instead sprinting back inside to retrieve Roze - who was eventually woken up with a rough shake.

"How do you sleep through these things?! The ship's sinking, time to face the shit and get up." Her tired scowl gave way to shock at this, and the young Breton woman scrambled from her hammock, hurriedly pulling on her boots and grabbing her bag and cloak, before following Sebastian back up the stairs. Still somewhat confused in her sleepy-state, Roze frowned at seeing only one dinghy.

"I could have sworn there were two of those." She mentioned to Sebastian as the pair looked around the deck, wondering what they could do to help.

"There was - the mages took the other one."

"Where are the mages?"

"Dead." This last word was said grimly, an uncharacteristically hard set to her friend's jaw as he spoke it. Rather than deal with that at the moment - emotional support could come later, seriously - Roze instead turned to Sevine, where she stood clinging to her horse. Going over, Roze offered a comforting smile to her friend.

"Sevine, you should get in the boat. I'll look after Asper - in these currents, those strong legs of hers will give her an advantage over us." In truth, Roze wasn't wrong. If it weren't for her spells, Roze would be quite sure she'd drown in the frosty waters. Rhasha'Dar - stood nearby - overheard their conversation, and walked over in agreement.

"Rozalia is correct - you would fare better in the boat than beside your steed in the waters." He inputted with a gentle tone - it wouldn't be easy for Sevine to leave Asper, after all. At this, he handed the second resist cold potion to Roze, as she had elected to essentially jump ship.

"Keep a hold of these on the boat, would you? They'll just drag me down in the waters otherwise." Holding her knapsack (That had grown steadily lighter at each point in her travels), her quiver, and her cloak, Roze hoped that Sevine would take her advice, and go to safety. She felt a cold pang in her heart at the thought of her friend being taking by the waters.

Still stood beside the boat, Rhasha gave the last potion to one of the sailors rushing to plug the hole in the ship, telling him to give it to Leif if he saw him.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

HOLY SHIT YES ENGLISH GIRL WAS SLEEPING

ENGLISH GIRL POSTING NOW

ENGLISH GIRL VERY SORRY FOR DELAY

_{english girl keeping healthy khajiit leg and coinpurse}

[Looking for Players] Shangri La: School of the North Star

Definitely here! I'll get started on my CS tomorrow bud. :)

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Will get a post up tomorrow. :)

S.H.I.E.L.D Academy

@Chicogal

Dayummmm

In a world of cinnamon rolls, we have our first spiced bun. :)