Nevix

Omega League

Jaron woke up and immediately regretted it. His chest felt like it was on fire, and he was fairly positive that he was concussed. He looked at his chest to find that, though the spot where the rib had poked through was still bloody and open, the bone had receded back into his body. Magic tended to accelerate the healing process though it didn't always seem to. Though he was thankful that it had, it left him with less access to less mana to conjure from. Besides, based on the pain in his chest, his ribs hadn't fully healed quite yet. He stood up and was surprised to find that the ache didn't worsen. He'd be able to move, but he was willing to bet that one solid blow to hid torso would re-break his rib. He limped towards the smoldering wreck that was his Honda Civic. Despite being the most boring car ever, it had a special place in his heart. He had had it for the past couple of years and was sorry to see it go.

He pulled out his phone and swore. It was completely shattered. He tossed it to the ground and stomped on it, wincing at the wave of pain that followed the sudden movement. He needed to get to the home base, but it was easily another four miles away. Plus, the strewn about cars and massive cracks on the ground were blocking his path.

Looks like the old man is going to have to go this one alone. He thought. He swore again, upset that his mentor was getting all the action, and limped off, resigning himself to helping the civilians within the city.

The Land of Somiar: (Remade/Edited) (Open~)

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The Lonely Tavern (Open to all)

So, her name was Alia. Alia, he played around with the name. He was vaguely certain he knew of a Mage who had an apprentice by the name of Alia, but it couldn't be her. There was a number of reasons that she couldn't be that Alia, primarily because her master would had to have been one of the strongest known mages...ever. Not that he doubted she was powerful, he felt quite a bit of power coming off of her, but because anyone who had been taught by him would surely be known to the whole world. The thinking was hurting his head, which was the last thing he needed as he was most definitely concussed. All think came to a cease when he realized Alia was inviting him into her room.

Edric shut down for a moment. He had never been experienced with girls, the closest he had come to having a girlfriend was his partner back in the Order, though gods knew where she was now. That didn't even really count, as it was fairly platonic. Of course, he could be over-thinking this. It was quite possible that she wanted him to sleep on the floor or something. Maybe all the other rooms were taken. Perhaps she just wanted to show him around? That didn't really make sense, but nothing made sense in this goddamned tavern. When Alia turned towards the doorway, he froze. Should he accept the offer?

"Uh, so do you want to take the bed or?" He wanted to make it clear he didn't expect to share the bed, not that he would mind. The Spell Caster was pretty but they had quite literally just met. Then again, he had trusted under more strenuous circumstances than this, and what was the worse that could happen? Then again, all this think was based off the fact that she was inviting him into the room, and it was quite possible that she wasn't. He realized now that he was sweating. Sweating. He had been involved in fierce battles, had literally been tortured, had once helped slay a dragon (admittedly, he hadn't been a big help, but still.), and this girl was making him sweat. He chuckled internally at the irony.

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I'm throwing a new face on my character. He looks way to old to be a junior.

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To say that Oliver had gotten a restful nights sleep would be a gross overstatement. He hardly slept to begin with, but, beyond that, he had one helluva weird dream last night. He vaguely remembered himself and six or seven other kids, and maybe the math teacher? They had been injected with something, and he had felt different since the injection, but couldn't describe how it was different. He shrugged and read the note from his parents at the table.

Honey, we're sorry that we had to work this morning. You know how crazy it's been at the office lately. Anyways, we hope you have a good day!

He sighed. They always said they were sorry for not being home on a particular morning, but they really weren't home any mornings. He packed his lunch in a brown paper sack and tried to pin down what he was feeling. It felt like his mind was...faster almost. Stronger, maybe. He couldn't understand, and eventually he gave up. He got on his bike and pedaled the short distance to the school. He wished that he had time to stop by the cafe, but alas, he did not. The cafe was among his favorite places to frequent and, as such, he had become acquaintances with most of the workers. Among those was a kid named Paul. Paul was in his year, but he'd be damned if he had ever seen him at school. He enjoyed talking with Paul, but they weren't like best friends or anything. It's hard to bond with someone when the only thing you have in common is the place where they work.

As he pulled into the school on his bike, he nodded at the people he hung out with. He didn't have any super close friends, the only person he ever regularly hung out with had moved away at the beginning of last year, but he had a lot of people he made idle conversation with. He sighed again as he walked towards the front doors of the school. Despite being exceptionally smart, Oliver really didn't give two shits about school. It bored him, and as such he had B's across the board. Oh well, he thought, it's not like I have much of a choice.

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FRAMEs: Chapter II [Reboot] (Mech combat, politics & corporate intrigue)

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Risk Rally GP 2080: Dystopian Races

Tavish MacIntyre

Name: Tavish MacIntyre
Age: 19
Height: 5’11”
Weight:135 lbs
Nationality:Scottish
Appearance:

driving armor

Actual appearance

Bio:Tavish is extremely intelligent. He graduated from his school as Valedictorian two years early. He wanted to go to college, but didn’t have enough money. He heard about the rally and spent a year training and building his car. He also spent a year building a set of advanced driving armor, of his own design. He plans on using his winnings to pay his way through university.
Theme Song: “https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qBPvfUmGOY”- Panic! At The Disco

Daedalus

Name:Daedalus
Appearance:

car

Firepower:25
Grip:10
Frame:5
Acceleration:5
Top Speed:10
Special Weapon#Ability: (explained later)
Personal Weapon: Serpentis : A bright green dagger with a seven inch long blade. The edge of the blade can become superheated on command, allowing the blade to cut through harder materials.
Flavor Text: The sleek body of the car was scavenged from a junk yard. Almost all of the inner workings are of Tavish’s own design, and quite crude.

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@t2wave Yeah...good thing her costume makes her look fairly different.

The Archon Resonance (Reboot!)

Jaron was fiddling around with Serpentis when the woman walked in. She wore a full suit of armor with a long shidani saber on her hip. She was vaugely familiar, and the look on the faces of the others, including the two girls that had just walked in. Speaking of that, was there no unattractive people in this place? He was fairly certain that he had found zero unattractive people in his time at Echo.

He look once again at the older armored woman. The way she carried herself, as well as the armor, indicated military. The look and the girl with the bird wings, which were hella rad, by the way, told him she was well known. Famous Shidani soldier? Maybe...no. There was no way. A second look told him it had to be true. ECHO was just screwing with him now.

"No." He giggled hysterically "Shae Arca? No, there's no way. There is no way that I am special enough to be led by Shae "Goddamn" Arca."