Oblik

Behemoth

Name: Daniel “Danny” Haq

School: Situated in England, the Camelot Academy sprung up after the success of Van Hellsing Academy. The headmaster is a previous student from the aforementioned academy who wished to expand to a new region and teach there. They specialize in earth magics, focus on metal manipulation and bending. They fight with the armor of Knights of the past, with extremely thick metal plating and under it a thick weave and a bulletproof vest, using their magic to keep light. They use melee weapons of their own as well that they must forge themselves.

Magic: The way Camelot implements their sorcery is through runic carving on their blades and armor which they can manipulate. They can manipulate the matter within them to protect themselves more or hit harder, and can shatter the Earth with their empowered strikes. While Earth is the main focus, most students have a supplementary elemental mastered in order to supercharge their armor and weapons with it. Whether it be a galvanized sword, a fiery axe, or any icy shield, the elite students of Camelot Academy come well prepared to fight against the beasts of the land.

Background: The child of immigrants to the British isles, Daniel grew up with an affinity for the strange. When he was old enough he enrolled in Camelot Academy against his parents wishes, wanting to live a life where he protected the general public. Now 26 years old, he is a seasoned warrior, ready to deploy and fight whatever is thrown at him.

Personality: Daniel is an outgoing, free-spirited, and active extrovert. He’s serious in combat, and a very reliable person outside of it. Loyal, some stubbornness, and a strong moral compass makes him a good friend, a worthy ally, and a powerful enemy.

Physical description: 6’3”, with dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and olive-tone skin. Usually wears jeans or shorts and a T-shirt when dressed casually. He is broad-shouldered and bulky, with much more muscle than fat from the excessive weight he is used to carrying.

Wrath of Darkness

People say that instead of being on time or early, you should be fashionably late. Omar was on the fine line of fashionably late, and about to miss the whole damned mission when he arrived. As his transport began to touch down it was clear there was minutes left until they were departing. He donned his helmet, thanked the pilot dropping him off, and hopped out, approaching his vehicle with all the equipment and supplies he’d need on the journey.

”Commander Cross! Ahlan wa sahlan! Hello! Apologies for my latenes- Ah, where are my manners. I’m Omar El-Shabazz, the Guard assigned to this mission,” he greeted after approaching the vehicle. Without asking if the open seat was to be occupied by another or not (though he usually would, but he was short on time) Omar secured all his supplies and equipment then jumped in.

”Good to meet you all, alhamdulilah.” He greeted all the other individuals riding with him. He clearly was a gentle giant, preferring to make friends on this journey than just acquaintances.

Wrath of Darkness

@Deos Morran

Omar El-Shabbaz

Name: Omar El-Shabbaz

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Role: Anselmo Guardian

Skills:
- CQC: Omar is skilled at both fighting with melee weapons and brawling with his fists.
- Heavy Weapons: Very well-adjusted and experienced in handling heavy weapons, easily managing the recoil and quick with reloading. All in all, he's your best bet when you want the big guns rolling.
- Endurance: Having a larger, muscular, frame he loses a lot of agility but makes up for it with his sheer endurance and will to go on.

Equipment: A big man with an even bigger suit of armor, Omar not only dons the thick suit but carries a shield made of a dense, thick metal which can expand to his body size to give him maximum protection. His weapons include a large machete he carries on him, with a heavy machine gun he can mount on the shield, and a 'small' rocket launcher to hit heavy targets. Besides the few grenades and detonation charges he carries, Omar's armor gives him whatever else he needs, such as a comms system and a HUD.

Appearance:

Standing at 6'3", Omar has an olive skin that tones a large, bulky, muscular frame. He has a scar across his chest (the reasons of which will be explained later), and some small scars on his hands. His hair is an unstyled dark brown, almost black, and has brown eyes full of life. Without armor, he usually wears jeans and a navy green shirt.

Background: The Wall. The wall protects all, built from the blood, sweat, and tears of those who constructed it. That is where the story of Omar begins. His family arrived as refugees in the city in the past, with his ancestors being some of the few who began to build the grand wall. Since then, all of his grandfathers have been Guardians. All of them. His great grandfather stood proudly, his grandfather and father the same, and now it was his duty to take his place defending those who could not protect themselves.

He was raised by his middle-class family in an Arabic district of Anselmo, staying deeply connected to his culture and roots. Coming from a large family where he was the middle brother between 1 older brother, 2 older sisters, 3 younger brothers, and 2 younger sisters, he was used to roughhousing and having to stay tough to get what he wanted. His mother and father were very traditional, where his mom stayed at home along with his grandparents who lived with him, while his dad was the bread winner of the family.

Speaking of his father, Omar’s life was heavily influenced by him, seeing a man with such raw strength and power, be one of the most gentle and caring people he knew. This, Omar thought, was who he wanted to be. He knew from a young age that he was willing to put anything and everything on the line to protect those around him. And so, as his family has for generations, he did.

He began to train before formally entering any sort of military academy, when his older brother decided not to pursue the family tradition as a Guard. Omar took on the mantle, strenuously practicing daily alone and with his father when he could. Once he was old enough, he immediately enrolled into service to train, to fight for the honor he felt he deserved, the honor of standing proudly on that wall. After years of training to be one of the best, Omar has achieved his dream, ready to defend all he has ever known and loved.

Other: Omar is a deeply spiritual man, though he isn’t exactly religious. He is also very fond of smoking whenever he has the time and ability to.

Wish: Omar’s deepest wish is that one day, they won’t need Guards or walls, because there would be no more fear; only the drive to push forward without needing to worry about any monsters, physical or not.

Trauma: The worst and most traumatizing moment of Omar’s life was on patrol beyond the walls one day. A category 4 Reaver, a rare sight being so near to the city, fell upon them. After a tense battle, Omar was left injured and the squadmate he was out on patrol with was unspeakably brutalized and nearing death. Given there was no hope for him, Omar had to make the most difficult decision of his life: killing a friend to end his suffering. To his day, his face is engraved into his mind.

Wrath of Darkness

Omar El-Shabbaz

Name: Omar El-Shabbaz

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Role: Anselmo Guardian

Skills:
- CQC: Omar is skilled at both fighting with melee weapons and brawling with his fists.
- Heavy Weapons: Very well-adjusted and experienced in handling heavy weapons, easily managing the recoil and quick with reloading. All in all, he's your best bet when you want the big guns rolling.
- Endurance: Having a larger, muscular, frame he loses a lot of agility but makes up for it with his sheer endurance and will to go on.

Equipment: A big man with an even bigger suit of armor, Omar not only dons the thick suit but carries a shield made of a dense, thick metal which can expand to his body size to give him maximum protection. His weapons include a large machete he carries on him, with a heavy machine gun he can mount on the shield, and a 'small' rocket launcher to hit heavy targets. Besides the few grenades and detonation charges he carries, Omar's armor gives him whatever else he needs, such as a comms system and a HUD.

Appearance:

Standing at 6'3", Omar has an olive skin that tones a large, bulky, muscular frame. He has a scar across his chest (the reasons of which will be explained later), and some small scars on his hands. His hair is an unstyled dark brown, almost black, and has brown eyes full of life. Without armor, he usually wears jeans and a navy green shirt.

Background: The Wall. The wall protects all, built from the blood, sweat, and tears of those who constructed it. That is where the story of Omar begins. His family arrived as refugees in the city in the past, with his ancestors being some of the few who began to build the grand wall. Since then, all of his grandfathers have been Guardians. All of them. His great grandfather stood proudly, his grandfather and father the same, and now it was his duty to take his place defending those who could not protect themselves.

He was raised by his middle-class family in an Arabic district of Anselmo, staying deeply connected to his culture and roots. Coming from a large family where he was the middle brother between 1 older brother, 2 older sisters, 3 younger brothers, and 2 younger sisters, he was used to roughhousing and having to stay tough to get what he wanted. His mother and father were very traditional, where his mom stayed at home along with his grandparents who lived with him, while his dad was the bread winner of the family.

Speaking of his father, Omar’s life was heavily influenced by him, seeing a man with such raw strength and power, be one of the most gentle and caring people he knew. This, Omar thought, was who he wanted to be. He knew from a young age that he was willing to put anything and everything on the line to protect those around him. And so, as his family has for generations, he did.

He began to train before formally entering any sort of military academy, when his older brother decided not to pursue the family tradition as a Guard. Omar took on the mantle, strenuously practicing daily alone and with his father when he could. Once he was old enough, he immediately enrolled into service to train, to fight for the honor he felt he deserved, the honor of standing proudly on that wall. After years of training to be one of the best, Omar has achieved his dream, ready to defend all he has ever known and loved.

Other: Omar is a deeply spiritual man, though he isn’t exactly religious. He is also very fond of smoking whenever he has the time and ability to.

Wish: Omar’s deepest wish is that one day, they won’t need Guards or walls, because there would be no more fear; only the drive to push forward without needing to worry about any monsters, physical or not.

Trauma: The worst and most traumatizing moment of Omar’s life was on patrol beyond the walls one day. A category 4 Reaver, a rare sight being so near to the city, fell upon them. After a tense battle, Omar was left injured and the squadmate he was out on patrol with was unspeakably brutalized and nearing death. Given there was no hope for him, Omar had to make the most difficult decision of his life: killing a friend to end his suffering. To his day, his face is engraved into his mind.

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@OfWindAndRain

Aw man, really the Navy isn't designed to bet competent at doing anything but holding off enemies, as is the whole military really. They wouldn't dent the Jurian ships but they might be able to sustain the fire if they receive aid. Listen, just send in some ground forces if you want them to really prove themselves :v

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@OfWindAndRain

Yeah, true true my bad. I'll edit that. Question though, the Juran have completely taken control of all territory around the Rurn or no?

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As soon as the fleet detected the Jurian warships, they began requesting for immediate aid from any friendly fleets nearby. The head of the fleet had already commanded the ships to power down all weapons and escape methods, against a superior enemy they would have to give into demands. "Jurian fleet, we've been sent on a mission to explore and expand our borders, we mean no harm. Given the chance, we promise to leave immediately and not to repeat this action again. But we will open a hangar for your marines," the Rurnian commander sent a message back in the Rurnian tongue.

Troops on board the flagship took up defensive positions around the available entrance to the ship, preparing for any hostile action. This was definitely a bad start for the expansion program.

Back on the capital planet of Razek, reports coming in regarding the state of the fleet was met with distress and worry. For now the public was not informed, but the government buzzed with activity. Talks about a possible war with the Jurians if they took hostile actions, and how to deescalate the situation. A fleet was mobilized and sent to the system bordering the location of the current fleet, with orders to do whatever they could to allow them to escape, given non-military personnel were onboard certain ships.

Of course everyone who knew about the situation realized that the Jurians were playing on their superior power. Appeasement was a terrible strategy but it was the only thing available to them for now.

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Another day, another stressful load of governing to handle, words the Kaiser lived by. This day was special though, this day, 5 years ago, he took power of the Rurnian Kingdom. It was bittersweet, while it reminded him of the passing of his father, he promised to prove himself a strong leader and established ambitious goals for his domain. Today, the 10-year plan begun and he was overseeing it from the minimum safe-distance. Within a large crowd surrounded by body guards, behind him, a small fleet ready to make its first flight.

"Ladies and gentlemen, citizens of our glorious kingdom! 5 years ago from this day I inherited this position from our beloved previous Kaiser, and I promised that we would finally explore this vast galaxy and expand beyond our borders. Finally, on this day, we see this dream come true!"

"20 years ago my father vowed that no ship would exit Rurnian space! He made sure our core systems were well-equipped and that we did not focus on building a large nation, but a strong one! Now look around you, what do you see? Endless miles of trenches! Our ships flying high in the sky! Our flags still stand! We are ready to take our first steps outside of our bubble. Over the next 10 years, 4 more exploration fleets will be produced and they will search for suitable systems, and then we shall establish our first new colony in over 70 years!"

Over in the command center, mission control was preparing for launch. Over the many loudspeakers, a voice began the countdown, "T-minus 30..."

The Kaiser spoke once more, "Now, watch as our glorius fleet takes its first steps into the endless universe!"

Moments later, the small cluster of ships: a few small corvettes, exploratory ships, followed by one large Dreadnought, took off from the ship construction yards. Of course this would've been much cheaper if done in orbit, but the Kaiser had to put on a show. He began to make his way out, escorted by body guards back to his regal palace.

On board the new fleet, cheers filled the halls as they finally broke out of orbit and began to make their way to the first plot of uncharted territory, a mysterious system bordering the kingdom...