Psyker Landshark

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

Yeah, yeah, I'm here, lemme go dig up the sheet in a bit.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

It boded poorly that the Edrenian dragoon was the most agreeable and reasonable person of this bunch so far. Izayoi wasn't exactly pleased to be facing the familiar armor, narrowing down just who was within it from his absence, but at the very least, it meant the man was a competent warrior. Still, the Limbtaker grit her teeth as the red mage and swordsman had the temerity to talk down to her. Discipline and self-control barely kept her from hissing a furious response at them. They had not seen what she had. Not suffered at the hands of the invaders as she did.

Instead, she silently accompanied the group as they dashed through the castle halls, one hand kept on the hilt of her sword at all times. Experience and war had her rapidly tallying up the count of both dead Valheimians and Edrenians as they passed fresh corpses, and the sum wasn't promising on either end. How large of a strike force had Valheim snuck into this citadel? Within the very capital of Edren, where security was supposed to be at its highest? Izayoi's ever-present scowl only deepened as they ran further.

As they emerged into the courtyard, old reflexes began to kick in. Izayoi took in the entire situation at a glance, her blade inching slightly out of its scabbard as she prepared to draw. At the very least, these Edrenians were making as good a showing as she'd expected. More gunblades than she'd thought, though. It seemed Edren's elites had been advancing further in technology since the last war. A squadron of Valheim gunners began to sight the Kirin party, and Izayoi prepared to dash forward, only to halt as the Skaelians of Team Unicorn solved the problem for them...only to cause another problem themselves.

The absolute gall of this blunderer, to threaten a supposed ally! And a healer, at that. This would not stand. From the sides of the group, Izayoi blurred from vision, weaving her way through the Unicorns to emerge behind the fighter in their very back. Her sword was unsheathed, its edge resting just at the tip of the side of the man's neck.

"Yes, do threaten the healer that holds your lives in her palms. A poor leader indeed, to so alienate a far more important tactical resource than yourself." She drawled calmly, glaring daggers at the fool of a Skaelian. "Continue on as you are, and she'll have yet more work to do. Now lay down your arms, unless you wish to finish what the Valheimians began. Apologize, and I may even leave your man here unscarred."

The Evenomed: Violent Military SciFi Action Across A Post-War Expanse

Salvator Rasch

"Far as I'm concerned, the mission never ends."

Name: Salvator Rasch

Age: 77

Species: Voidhanger

Appearance:
Stands at 6’2”. Lean, athletic build. Blue skin and luminescent green eyes mark him as a voidhanger rather than just another human. Head is shaved bald, but wears his facial hair in a full beard. For a voidhanger reaching his species’ middle age, Salvator is surprisingly free of mutation, thanks to the gene mods he’d received from the Liberation Front military decades ago. His equipment bears old OSLF patches: remnants of a military and units long since destroyed.

Background:
For the man born as Salvator Rasch, the Long War against all who sought to consume the OSLF defined his life from his youth. Born into a voidhanger flotilla settled within Liberation Front space in 4160, Salvator spent the first two decades of his life more than aware of the sword looming over the collective heads of everyone and everything he'd ever known. Thus, he left his flotilla to enlist in his local branch of the OSLF military the moment he became of age, descending from the fleet to the Black City below as he sought to defend his home the only way he knew how. It was during his first deployment on the Front's borders that Corporal Rasch's superiors found he had a budding aptitude for asymmetrical warfare, and encouraged him to try out for special forces. He passed with flying colors, and finished his training just as the Helios Subjugation was beginning in 4180.

Over the next decade, Rasch and his fellow operators were deployed across OSLF space, putting out bush fires and proxy incidents as best they could. But it was never enough. As the years passed and Rasch flew up the ranks until he was given command of his own team, the amount of information he was authorized to access grew, and the picture became clearer. But it wasn't until his Black City was caught in the crossfire between NATO and the Conglomerate that Major Rasch understood. But understanding didn't help as Rasch and his team found themselves fighting a desperate boarding action against the NATO flagship of the invasion to try to cut the head off the snake and stop at least half of the shooting. They succeeded, and the ship went up in flames, but at the cost of the entire squadron, minus Salvator himself.

When he emerged from the wreckage of his escape pod, Salvator was greeted with the sight of Conglomerate ships descending upon his home city, his people capitulating soon after. In disgust that everything he'd fought for amounted to nothing, Salvator fled the city and into the reaches of space. Across nearly three decades of the Veiled War, he fought as a mercenary and assassin, not caring for what banner he served as long as he hurt another. The only mission he had left in his life was to avenge the Liberation Front, by any means necessary. It was near the end of this shadow conflict that Salvator found himself headhunted and recruited by Intransigence elements. Former OSLF personnel that hadn’t been happy with the new order sought him out, and he eagerly joined up with them just in time for the Reckoning of Empires to begin.

Over the next four years, he fell back into his old role, serving with black ops elements to defend Intransigence space and strike against its enemies. The demands of the war ensured that the roster of those he worked with was ever changing and shifting due to casualties and logistics, but he remained. Salvator Rasch would fight this Long War so long as both he and his enemies drew breath, no matter the cost.

Character Evaluation: A bitter veteran of the Long War, Salvator has known little but soldiering for most of his life. He is caustic and cynical, but views himself as one of the only ones left carrying on the OSLF’s ideals and legacy. In a group, Salvator will bite his tongue and keep his opinions to himself should he feel they go against the grain, but something always slips out eventually.

As a remnant of the OSLF that bought heavily into the party line, Salvator despises galactic imperialism, believing strongly in the right to planet or system-wide self determination. Large political unions invite skepticism from him, with even the Intransigence not being completely safe from his distrust. His worst-case but still alarmingly-plausible scenario is that the Intransigence becomes no better than the systems it fights against, its leaders abusing their power and authority for their own benefit. From there, he'd be back at square one.

Skills:

• Veteran soldier
• Infiltration
• Demolitions
• Close-quarters combat, both unarmed and with knives
• Small unit tactics
• Anti-ethereal combat

Etherealism:
Trained since youth to master his people’s innate predilection towards the ether, Salvator manifests his ethereal abilities through specializing in support and augmentation. He favors physical enhancements, stealth fields, and jacketing ammunition in sheathes of ethereal power. Salvator is skilled enough with support etherealism that he is capable of enhancing those around him as well, though at equivalent cost to his qillatu resistance. Outside of his specialty, the demands of his role also led him to grasp both blink jumps and void-signature jamming, both of which aided greatly in black operations.

Loadout:

• Semi-powered armor: Modified armor built to Intransigence specifications, following the same design principles as the majority of its military. Provides a measure of physical enhancement and is built to amplify Rasch’s ethereal augmentations.
• OM-27 Carbine SOPMOD: Heavily modifiable ballistic carbine. Possesses a number of possible accessories in the kit for customization, but Rasch tends to prefer sound suppression and light weight above all.
• Marshall Industries Magnum: Semi-automatic heavy ballistic pistol fitted with a built-in suppressor to minimize its profile.
• Ammo: Salvator primarily makes use of armor-piercing explosive rounds for both of his guns, but carries backup magazines of EMP and anti-ethereal rounds for situations that AP-EX and ethereal jacketing can’t handle. Also carries a variety of grenades.
• Monofilament knives: Carries multiple combat-grade blades on his person, with most balanced for throwing. Keeps a larger one sheathed at his side for CQC purposes and wielded alongside his pistol.
• Adaptive camouflage cloak: Cloak and hood woven with refractive chemical substances that blend their coloration with the surrounding environment when a targeted electrical charge is run through to activate them. Aids with concealment for covert ops.

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

Kayliss Lambert

Goddesses help her, Kayliss barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the boy doing the polite equivalent of histrionics over her mention of Shilage. Really, it hadn't even been intended as an insult on her part. "Brute" was just about the only way to describe such a person. If Demet chose to interpret that as negative, well, that was his perogative to be so easily riled. And speaking of...

"..." Kayliss briefly narrowed her eyes in displeasure at Istvan's casual mention of her actual role. For a moment, she was sorely tempted to kill the man the next time he slept for such an egregious breach in information. Suddenly, it was starting to become more evident how half the camp knew she was an assassin in the first place. Really, Kayliss had thought better of the man until now. She wasn't exactly surprised he knew in the first place, given that Cadmon almost certainly knew of the Crownsblades thanks to his rank. Combine that with her general demeanour not exactly matching a killer for coin, she couldn't quite fault anyone for the noble of the bunch knowing, at least. And given that Istvan had access to the same information Cadmon did, it wasn't hard to understand how he knew.

"Sir Shilage, if you'd care to keep a more guarded tongue about certain classified information when out in public? It would make all of our lives easier should some things not leak out to the camp and beyond. You never know where gossip tends to spread." Kayliss asked Istvan pointedly before meeting the gaze of the fighter who was staring at her now. Wonderful. From the way he was looking at her, it was almost a certainty that this Urden fellow knew what her organization had been as well.

"Kayliss Lambert." She inclined her head towards Urden, her ponytail bobbing behind her. "The same goes to you as well, of course."

@The Otter @HereComesTheSnow @Eisenhorn

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Dragan Meszaros

It seemed Giselle and Akyasha had been busy. Evidently, they'd been ingratiating themselves with one local in particular. As the woman introduced herself, Dragan removed his helmet and simply nodded back politely.

"Dragan." Was all he said in response, setting his hammer aside at the door as he entered the blacksmith's home. Evidently, Luna had found them beforehand. Good. It would save him time in explaining.

"I take it Luna has apprised you of what we found beneath the village? In that case, allow me to add on with what we've heard since then. Our mad alchemist was traveling with two companions in particular when they arrived in this village. Two by the name of Rikard and Rhea." He paused, choosing his next words very carefully with one of the villagers listening in.

"Indeed, the same two that Ilena spied in our last locale before her...passing. Given that we seem to have traveled in different directions since then, I don't foresee them becoming a problem in the near future, but it is something to look out for should we ever return by this way."

The Evenomed: Violent Military SciFi Action Across A Post-War Expanse

Expressing interest. I do like black ops in space.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

They'd snuck the princesses out of the castle and through the city into Candaeln well enough. At the very least, the party wasn't caught. It'd been late enough at night that the streets were mostly deserted, after all. Still, Renar couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as they passed through the keep's gates to more relative safety at last. This would give them more than enough time to regroup and prepare their next move as the princesses were kept safe. Of course, this was presuming that the team sent into the Cazt tomb would fail. Considering the presence of both Gerard and Serenity in that squadron, Renar had a decent amount of faith that they would pull through.

That said, it never hurt to plan for all eventualities. It was with this in mind that Renar approached Tyaethe, catching Fionn's eye briefly. As far as he was concerned, the bodyguard squadron's role in this was finished. All that was left was the battle in the crypts, and they had no information as to what was going on at the moment.

"Dame Tyaethe," He made a brief salute. "Requesting permission to take some men to reinforce the Knight-Captain in the mausoleum once we've re-armed ourselves. Unless we're still needed here on the defense?"

@Raineh Daze

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

The Valheim soldier's words weren't an unexpected response, but they served to stoke Izayoi's ire nonetheless. The expression on her face grew thunderous, and her grip on the hilt of her blade tightened...only for a hand to land on her forearm. Izayoi jerked back in alarm, her blade almost reaching the throat of whoever had approached her before she realized it was merely the the sollan girl she'd been saddled with. Her eyes narrowed in response at the girl's words. What sort of simpleton did she take her for?

"I am aware." Izayoi ground out in response, her eyes returning to the glowering soldier. "However, that makes him useless for any purpose whatsoever. Now I have to keep questioning them until I find their leader." The Emperor's Demon stared down at the man, nothing but venom in her gaze. "Do you know what that means for you?" She asked rhetorically, acting in the very next moment.

Without warning, Izayoi punted the soldier in the jaw, jerking his head upward and exposing his throat. The tip of her sword plunged into the man's windpipe, ending his life in a spray of blood. Despite this, his killer still looked unsatisfied.

"Too quick for the likes of him. But we are short on time." Izayoi spat, flicking blood off her blade as she turned to face the others. "Well? What are we waiting for? There are still men of Valheim to slay tonight. Should we find their leader, leave him alive. For now. His rightful death can wait until we possess more information."

Strange Gospel: A Heavily Persona-Inspired Urban Fantasy RP

Nakano Nagi

If the situation wasn't so serious, Yuzu's shift from haughty bitch to terrified child would be almost comical. Okay, scratch that, it was still fucking funny right now. The only reason Nagi didn't crack up was because Yuzu latching onto her arm was actually annoying enough to dampen her mood.

"Get off of me, would ya?." Nagi grunted, shaking her arm out of Yuzu's grasp as they trudged along. "I can't make sure we don't die if you're latched on."

Of course, the universe chose just then to screw with her life just that tiny bit more. As the shadowy monster rose up, Nagi shoved Yuzu back with one hand. Damn. She'd fought this sort of thing before, but not with a goddamn civilian in tow!

"Get the fuck back! I got this! BELIAL!" Nagi bellowed her last word as she slammed her Awakening Drive into the side of her wrist, a crimson winged demon emerging into existence behind her with a roar. A mental nudge directed her Echo forward, claws outstretched to rip into the monster. Even as Belial charged forward, Nagi wasn't far behind, quickly reaching into her jacket pockets to slip on the other thing she kept hidden on her person, a pair of brass knuckles. Belial's claws descended upon the creature even as Nagi moved to flank it, aiming to land a haymaker into its side.

@Pitsuji

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Dragan Meszaros

So they were the same people that had been spotted within the city. How curious. Dragan wouldn't quite classify these people as a threat yet, but this was definitely something to watch out for in the future. For now, it seemed the coven of vampire lords and this Society were moving in opposite directions, with one leaving Alavaris and the other entering it. Hopefully, it would stay that way until they had more of an idea what these people wanted. Were they acting of their own free will, or were those humans patsies to some greater power? Questions for later. For now, they still had to maintain their charade with these villagers.

"Is that so? Thank you for the information, then. As well as your generous offer of hospitality." The vampire lord inclined his head towards Giles, resting his hammer upon his shoulder. "Food will not be an issue, as we've our own provisions. But a place to catch our breath before we move on would be most welcome."

Were he acting on his own, the grateful populace of a village would be a modest first step towards reestablishing his domains, and Dragan would have revealed his aspect in true without hesitation. But Ichor's mission superseded all. Unfortunate for his ambitions, but he would return in due time. Not even for his own sake, either. In this dark age, the protection of a higher being was more vital than ever for humanity to do something more than merely subsist and cling on to life. Regardless, there was one last piece of advice he would give.

"Should that alchemist ever return, I would advise that you and yours kill her. You've more than seen that whatever designs she has are for her benefit alone. A person such as that cannot be trusted to remain free to enact their schemes."

With that said, he turned to Aleksiya, raising an eyebrow at her words.

"Oh? By all means, then. Lead on. I'm curious to see as to what exactly that journal we found was speaking of. Shall we gather up the others?"