Raijinslayer

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Exalted: Lullaby of a Dying Realm

I'm going Dynast mortal who decided he'd rather live a life of adventure and glory than simply due his "duty" and settle for pampered obscurity. New to Exalted so i need to study the settinh more before i settle on his skill set.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Damian, The Bouncer

A short Collab by @Raijinslayer&@Fallenreaper, starring Damian and Mercy
One Night in Hell Club, right outside the building.

Day 1 (Arc 2): Around 7pm

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Damian wandered along the edge of the dance floor, now back in his normal guise, scanning for Cortes’ presence within the club. Unfortunately, where the Co-owner was at the moment, it didn’t seem to be here, which was a worrying fact in and of itself considering that it was opening night. You’d think he’d want to be here to claim at least some credit for the restoration of the club, even if Damian was certain that the man had very little to do with the renovation process. Not only that, but his secondary target had also started to move, the dark haired Licentia having made her way to the bar and began a conversation with the Bartender, Rich.

He was about to move in a little closer, wanting to be ready to spring into action in case Corinna tried to pull another move like last time, only for something else to grab his attention. A small figure was weaving their way through the gyrating crowds, trying their best to remain unnoticed though the annoyed glances of several other patrons spoke volumes of her effectiveness in that regard.

A minor? He pondered the internal question a bit, eyes flitting back and forth between the retreating figure and where he knew Corinna to be, before letting out a sigh. With some hesitation, he stepped forward onto the dance floor, hsi former shifting ever slightly under the flashing lights, his small frame filling out and growing as he aged his appearance a few years. He had to better look the part of a bartender, and it would be rather difficult to convince the sneaky intruder to leave the premises peacefully if he looked as if he didn’t belong in here either. Of course, Damian himself didn’t really feel equipped to be in such a establishment himself, if he was being honest, but that was neither here nor there at the moment.

As he moved through the clubgoers, ushering no small amounts of ’excuse me’s and apologizes as he did so, he quickly found that this his plan to try and cut through the crowd hadn’t accounted for one important detail: it was bringing him in rather close proximity to people. The swirling pulse of their Vis surrounding him was very, very intoxicating right now, his eyes taking on a rather intense pink-violet glow again as his baser impulses rose to the surface once more. Taking a deep breath, he forced those feelings deep down inside of him once more, keeping his focus locked on his target as he picked up the pace, easily able to duck and weave his way around anyone in his path. Hopefully the intruding kid didn’t notice him, but even if they did, it wasn’t like they could hide. He’d already locked onto her Vis signature, so no amount of crowd ducking would possibly cause him to lose his trail.

Mercy shifted and shoved her way through the crowds. Several individuals grumbled or pushed back, causing her to glare back with heated venom in her expression. It had taken some time to place Cortes’ little ‘present’ for the club’s opening. Especially finding the right spot that was out of the way and no one accidently stumbled across. If things went badly, the asshole would have her skin for sure.

Her golden eyes shifted from right to left, seeking something. She was drawn to a nearby wall causing her to walk to the thinnest part of the crowd. Her light black hair bounced around with her movements as she quickly stepped toward it.

Damian’s pursuit was silent and swift as he came up behind the girl, reaching out to grab her(gently) by the shoulder, while also further announcing his presence via clearing his throat.

“Excuse me Miss, but I’m going to have to see some ID.” His voice rumbled slightly, having manipulated his vocal chords to drop a couple octaves so that he sounded more ‘authoritative’ as he started down at the young girl, who didn’t look much older than, say. . . 15. . . maybe 16 years old. Definitely not old enough to be in here, at least appearance-wise. Though considering how Damian usually appeared, those tended not to be as sound a method of detection as it likely was before Licentia came here, but the law needed to be enforced none the less.

”If you do happen to be a minor. . . please don’t try and run. It’d bother the other patrons a great deal, and I don’t think either of us want that . . . right?” damian tried to give a friendly grin, but mixed with the timbre of his voice and the fact that his eyes were still glowing a rather intense shade, it probably came off as a bit more as a threat then he had intended.

Mercy had to give the staff credit… they were scary as hell. Her figure stopped in its tracks when she turned, her neck hairs on end with tension. She noticed the glowing pinkish-violet eyes and the ‘friendly’ grin which looked a lot like a cat with a mouse in paw. Fuck! She muttered. Casually, she twisted about giving the man a fake smile. His grip didn’t loosen from her shoulder making her inwardly flinch before she seemed to reach into her back pocket.

“Yeah, sure… right here,” Abruptly she stepped into his foot’s inside then bolted past him for the bar, the wall currently not an option now.

Damian let out a sigh of relief as the girl seemed to comply with his request, taking note of her appearance, most notably those intense gold-

“Ah!” He exclaimed, more out of shock than anything else, as the girl suddenly slammed her foot down on his own. While the action itself didn’t really hurt all to much, the surprise of it caused Damian’s grip to loosen just enough that she was able to slip out of his grasp as she turned to ran. Damian let out a muttered curse, his annoyance and irritation at this latest screw-up only adding to the headache that the club was starting to inflict on him. Quickly, he drew upon his inner reserves of Vis, the faint glimmer of horns beginning to wrap around his head as he cast a quick spell with a wave of his hand. A pair of black tendrils appeared from her shadow and weaved themselves in a tight knot around her ankles, halting her movement as she was briefly anchored to the ground, the forward momentum likely bring her crashing either to the ground or the other patrons. The tendrils themselves would snap from the force of her ceased momentum, having accomplished all he’d need them to do in the short time he’d had to react.

Whatever the case, it would hopefully slow her down enough for Damian to catch up with her, his swift movements bringing him to the girl’s side in moments. Any hint of a smile was gone from his face, a look of irritation clear on his face(though it was more at himself than at her).

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Vault of Rising Thunder.

Tyras

Crew Member

Beneath the Mask

Full name: Tyras Geminius Experiment 5245, Codename: 'Exedo'
Alias/Nicknames: Trickshot Tyras, T or Ty(he hates this)
Gender: Male N/A
Species/Race/Breed: Definitely Human Va'Riaak Warrior Caste
Birth Date:2705 N/A
Age: 25 N/A
Last Known Residence: Aboard the SS Marigold, the base of Operations for the Silver Tusk PMC, currently under contract with the GTG
Crew Position: Weapon Specialist
Allegiance/Alignment/Clan(s): Freelancer

Visual Identification
Height: 6'2 7'3/variable
Weight: 195lbs variable
Build: Lean, yet fit Variable
Eye Color: Golden N/A
Hair Color: White N/A
Skin Tone/Color: Pale Dark Blue-ish
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: N/A
Description: Tyras is a relatively fit young man, if somewhat tall by human standards at an even 6ft in height. His pale golden eyes, often bearing a guarded expression, are only intensified by the relative paleness of his skin and hair(trademark signs of his half-Auron parentage), often giving him a rather ethereal look. Carving it's way down the left side of his face is a long scar, going from his temple to his chin in a pale line of darkened tissue, a memento from an incident long past.

When it comes to his attire, he tends to go for plain choices and dark colors when it comes to his casual clothes. A black shirt, some pants or shorts, socks, shoes, and you're done. There have been attempts by some to make his wardrobe more varied, but these attempts never really seem to stick as they end up relegated to the back of this closet before long.

Exedo's true form is a vaguely humanoid creature, covered in a number of fungal-looking growths that tend to extend outward when ever he gets agitated, excited, or angered. Standing a bit over 7 ft in height, he towers over a great many races, his hardened dark blue flesh covered in a number of glowing lines that intersect at times to form strange symbols upon his figure, often shifting in regards to his emotions and current mental state in both size, color, and number. He has no eyes, yet can still see his surroundings perfectly well through the fungal growths on his head, as they emit a special form of psionic signal, thus giving him a clear idea of his surroundings much like a form of echo location.

The composition of his body, while seemingly fungal, is actually a rather large colony of microscopic organisms capable of near perfect mimicry of any sort of organic material, if they've sampled enough of it. The whole colony is held together by a Psionic consciousness, the core of which is generally located somewhere in his chest area, even when he's disguised. If damaged, the colony is incapable of keeping a disguise, and hardly able of holding it's true form as the core struggles to command the rest of the body to act. In human form, it serves as the place holder for the human heart, and acts in a pantomime of the organ to better sell the disguise under xloser examination
Social
Sexuality/Preference: Straight N/A
Allies: N/A
Enemies: Some rival mercs that he's had the misfortune of crossing paths with The Humans who found, Perhaps Humanity as a whole
Likes: Sweets, reading, alone time, Video games, Art, Beautiful things, Nature, Animals, Freedom
Dislikes: People, invasions of privacy and personal space, loud noises, unhelpful criticisms, doctors, People who don't care about the environment, Slavery
Hobbies: Reading, Photography, Biology Fighting Strong Opponents, Hunting, Serving the Matriarch(?), Protecting the Weak
Personality: To most, Tyras is a quiet, withdrawn individual, prone to spend long periods of time with only himself for company. While not necessarily an unfriendly person, he always seems to put a firm wall between himself and anyone that tries to converse with him, responding to small talk in cold tones that leave few uncertain to his apparent dislike for such interactions. While he can at times be coaxed into discussion on matters of literature, perhaps even the current matter of politics, but he's very unlikely to let such conversations stray from these topics.

However, Tyras isn't entirely without a soft side, no matter how much he likes to portray himself that way. While many would say that he definitely used to be friendlier in the past, he has proven no less willing to head straight into danger to help others, even those he's shown an obvious distaste for. Not only that, but he often proves to be a rather good listener when it comes to people who he finds more tolerable, more than content with letting them just vent at him, offering just a parting bit of insight where appropriate. Tyras remembers being a lot more open and friendly with people in the past, but for some reason, the very thought of trying to engage with others fills him with such apprehension and disdain, it honestly scares him a bit.

Exedo is . . . confused, for lack of a better word. Tyras' mind has long since bled into the Va'Riaak's, leaving him with a host of emotions and feelings that he isn't sure he had before. Despite not knowing anything of his past, these . . . "feelings" are definitely a foreign concept to him, fitting strangely within his mind and shifting his personality as they acquiesce further into his mental state. So much so that, if placed in a situation that would leave Tyras feeling any heightened state of emotion, Exedo is likely to feel it much more intensely due to his inexperience with such feelings, and as a result, can at times break into uncharacteristic outbursts of emotion that often shock or, in relation to some darker emotions, scare those around him. He's gotten a little bit at handling these emotional surges after a year as Tyras, but it's by no means an easy feat and often leaves him mentally exhausted afterwards.

The emotional bleed has also seemed to intensify some of the few urges that seem natural to Exedo, those being the urge to protect those under his protection with an almost zealous and self-sacrificial zeal, as well as an inherent sense of servitude to those her recognizes as his superiors, particularly those of the seemingly female persuasion. He has no clue why these urges to serve, protect, and obey are so strong within him that they continue to exist despite him having no context for them, but at times he finds comfort, mostly in taking on the roll of protector, as they fill him with a sense satisfaction, of purpose that is so absent from the rest of his condition.
Equipment
► Weapons:
Energy Rifle

Railgun

Plazma Cannon

Heavy Laser

Dual Pistols

Shotgun:

Omni-Gauntlet:

Energy Sword

Slashing Knife

Stabbing Daggers

Grenades
► Combat Attire:

► Accessories/Miscellaneous: A variety of books, some plain clothes, an undersuit to his armor, some sleepwear, a portable gaming device with a number of titles downloaded onto it. Comes complete with it's own holo-screen and four controllers. He alo carries a number of maintenance kits for each of his weapons, due to the specific needs a lot of them need to be kept in tip-top shape, as well as a few general kits for use on anything that isn't his, as well as to serve as practice materials for those on board.

To that end, he also has a number of model guns of similar weight and construction to the average weapon of it's type, each one equipped to fire non-lethal rubber pellets(note, they will still sting like a bitch if hit, as an incentive to the individual to not get hit. He also has some model energy weapons that fire a harmless concussive beam rather than a heated one, so as to show the difference in the feel of fighting with a kinetic weapon and an energy weapon, and training melee arms, though this isn't quite his area of expertise, and as such, won't be much of a focus in his training of the crew to defend themselves.

Fighting Style
➣ [General/Preferred Style]: Tyras oft prefers a run and gun fighting style that keeps him constantly on the move, thus favoring agility and maneuverability in his armors as oppsed to heavy protective armors. An expert marksman and skilled in the use of a great many types of weaponry, from pistols to railguns, it isn't hard to see why he was chosen to be the weapon specialist for this operation, despite his young age. He also no less dangerous when the fight is brought into close quarters, trained in self-defense by the PMC that he ran off to when he was young, he can handle himself quite well in a fist fight. That said, he is still an unaltered human, albeit a well-trained one, so this i san area he tries to avoid when he can when facing those with a distinct physical advantage against him, whether it be natural or not.

Exedo's fighting abilities differ only slightly from those of Tyras, as he has no memories of any fighting techniques to consciously draw from, tho he sometimes feels him slip into a more structured stance when engaging in hand-to-hand combat than what Tyras was taught, but the moment often fades quickly. When in his true form, Exedo prefers to fight in close range, due to the limitations of his psionic-based vision when it comes to long distance engagements. Not only that, but his ability to more freely manipulate his body in that form makes him more able to engage foes, employing enhanced strength and durability to overpower his foes before they can have a chance to retaliate in kind.
➣ [Weapon of Choice]:
Grenadesusually 4 in total, of 2 different types

Slashing Knife

Dual Pistols

Energy Rifle
➣ [Special Abilities/Affinities]:
Va'Riaak Warrior Caste Composition: Va'Riaak of this caste are much more robust than those of other caste, having a reduced vulnerability to extreme heat that cause many of the Va'riaak to completely fall apart. That being said, this doesn't mean that things such as fire, plasma, or lasers not prove effective against the a va'Riaak foe,only that contact with these types of attacks don't instanlty cause their body to start breaking apart. The same can be said for the use of high frequency noises and vibrations, tho to a lesser extent. These still remain two of a Va'riaak biggest vulnerabilities, but as a warrior caste, the introduction of these elements don't automatically mean a fight is lost, only that the difficulty of winning has gone up by a fair bit.

Some other strengths to a Va'Riaak body composition is that, if in full control of their host body, they can manipulate their body mass to assimilate into their "true form" through use of organites produced by the core. This form is variable, depending highly on both the caste an individual Va'Riaak if from, and the Va'Riaak themselves, and is likely to change in appearance throughout their life. Unlike when in Host form, where they're mostly trapped by the limitations of the body, True form allows them a more dynamic control of their body down to the cellular level. While there are seemingly tons of possibilities for this, this power doesn't come without a few limitations, the main one being that altering this form willy-nilly will rapidly drain a Va'Riaak of energy. This will often put the individual at risk of entering a dormant state that can last anywhere from a few hours to a few days. To avoid this, most Va'Riaak instinctively choose more conservative ways of altering the body, such as increasing or decreasing it's density to enhance either durability or agility, messing about with the elasticity of their musculature to increase their strength, and so on. These alterations can make the Va'Riaak very dangerous while in their true forms, but the form is still very energy intensive to maintain for most Va'Riaak, including Exedo. the utmost one could reasonably stay in this form without exhausting themself is about 5-10 minutes, maybe 15 if they use the alterations sparingly. Any longer than that, and the Va'Riaak dips into the low and will be forced to enter a dormant stat either as soon as they exit the true form or once a total of one hour has passed, whichever comes first.

Va'Riaak Healing: Va'Riaak are also capable of self-healing in both forms(though the process can still be rather costly), once again through the use of organites. The methods of healing are twofold: Firstly, taking energy directly from the core to create a surge of organites to reconstruct and repair any damage sustained, an effective method that also puts quite the strain upon the Core's energy reserves. The second way is through the consumption of Bio-mass, either that from the Host body itself or from an external source. Generally the preferred method due to the fact that it eases the strain on the body. this process is often best preformed after a battle has taken place, due to the fact that it requires the Va'Riaak to remain still for an extend period of time while his Organites first breakdown the biotic material, then transplant it to the sight of the injury and commence with the healing process.

Note that this form of healing can indeed be used on other beings, but this should not be attempted if applied on species of a difference race than the Host body, and even then only when the Va'Riaak has an extensive knowledge of how the anatomy of the race works. Otherwise, the Va'Riaak in question can easily make a mistake in ordering his Organites to repair the damage and indeed make it worse. hat being said, a quick patch job to staunch bleeding or meld the flesh of an open wound is usually simple enough to keep the subject alive, if only for a little while.

As a member of the warrior Caste, Exedo is able to more easily repair himself than other castes, as well as using his Organites to block certain nerve pathways in the Host Body in order to numb the pain experienced

Va'Riaak Symbiosis: Va'Riaak are capable of two methods of bonding with a host body, either they cooperate with the host and share control of the body, which is the optimal ideal for the Va'Riaak, or by taking full control of the Host Body. This is done by either subduing the Host body's consciousness with Psionics, or by attempting to basically render them brain-dead with a Psionic overload of their brain. The latter of these options is something that is considered somewhat overtly cruel in Va'Riaak culture, as well as wasteful due to the fact that, if the Va'Riaak ever mves on to a different host, the previous one is usually unusable by another host due to the damages to their min through psionics making it impossible for another Va'Riaak to take their place.

Telepathy: Due to both the latent psionic ability most Va'Riaak have and Tyras' own affinity with Psionics due to his auron blood, Tyras has a stronger Psionic connection than normal for a human-auron hybrid, tho it's rather under developed due to Tyras not having had much use for Psionics in his life. Still, he has potential, and while lacking a study of a particular path, he does have innate ability to easily connect with other Auron through a telepathic link. Connecting with other races is too difficult for him unless they are also psionicly inclined
Path of [Name of the path]: TBD
☆ [ability 1]: TBD
☆ [ability 2]: TBD

Personal
Relationship Status: Single. N/A
Family: Tyras never really knew his parents, his mother having died during childbirth and his Auron father having left her well before that. Luckily or him, a friend of his mother's took him, an Orsen mercenary, Thul'ahsotro, that owed her a life debt. Along side him would be his main squad, who all had a hand in shaping Tyras into the Merc he grew up to be.
Known Languages:Galactic Standard[Spoken and written], Orsen Standard[Spoken and written]
Personal History/Background: Tyras' story is nothing special, not really. Just another orphan of the stars, his frail mother having been unable to probably give birth to him and passing away during the procedure while his father was never around in the first place.
The only one there for this orphan star was a hulking Orsen mercenary that had pledge his life to defending the woman who had given him life. Luckily for him, Thul'ahsotro considered the debt to be transferable.

From then onward, Tyras proved himself to be a the loveable pain-in-the-neck that Thul had ever had the pleasure of dealing with. While the Orsen's way of life was tough, and his teachings and parenting tougher still, was able to take it all on with a grin on his face.
Under Thul's guidance, it was quickly discovered that Tyras held quite a talent for understanding and using many different forms of weaponry, able to quickly pick their function and use with in minutes of studying it. Not only that, but he also turned out to be a rather good shot , quickly earning himself the moniker of 'Trickshot Tyras' at the age of 16 for his tendency to attempt a number of challenging shots during both training and in real combat scenario. He wouldn't join the Silver tusk's officially till he was 18 years of age, but Thul had been taking him on missions when he was as young as 14, and the two proved to be an effective team. It's hard to deal with sniper taking out all of your men with a railgun when any attempts to get close are met with a giant mountain of an Orsen is standing in your way with a White Dwarf level Gravity Hammer in one hand and a Rail-Shotgun in the other.

As such, it was little wonder that Tyras was chosen to take part in the GTG's special expedition as the weapon specialist. The Silver tusk recognized him as one of the best they had to offer, trained by the best mercenary they've ever had since birth.
When he got the notification of his involvement of the project, he couldn't help but feel more proud of his accomplishments, glad to achieve such a high honor with this recognition. However, they had a bout a year or so before mission start, as some other crew members still need to be contacted, so Tyras worked in one more mission, a relatively low risk op to guard some scientist while they explore a strange meteor that crashed into a nearby moon. The wildlife was known to get a bit ornery, but it was nothing that he couldn't handle. He just wanted to get a bit of pocket change for the mission ahead all squared away.

Life couldn't be better.

Pain. Core, damaged. Life forms surrounding. Elevated heart rates. No suitable hosts,
too weak. Moving on. Flashing lights and alarms. Voices. Confusion. Core damage worse than previously thought. Need to find Host is imminent. Break down door. Life sign.
Strong vitals. Well-trained. A struggle. Overpower. Begin Melding process. Shut down Host's mental facalties. No time for negotiation. Melding complete. Take over. . . ..
successful? Thoughts flooding in. They hurt. . . They hurt!?!?! What . . . what am I,
what happened? Where am I? Why does everything hurt?!?!?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

A Brief Reprimand

A Collab between [@Rajinslayer] and @May, featuring Masha and Damian

Masha gave up trying to find Darius in the crowd and made her way off of the stage from the side. If he was there she was sure that he would find her. Even professionally it wouldn’t be strange for him to seek her out on a night like this. So she'd either see him here, or see him later. Either way she couldn't worry about that right now. She needed to focus on the club now. Even if the stress of that might just drive her even crazier than she already was.

She winded through the crowd that was starting to really enjoy the musical show that Lily and the band were putting on. As much as Masha might class with her husband, she had to admit that she liked Lily. And especially liked her singing. It brought in a lot of people and that brought in a lot of money. And what wasn't to like about bringing in money?

As she was making her way towards the bar, she spotted the semi slinking form of one of her employee's. “Damian,” she called, adjusting her course the slightest bit and headed towards him. “Don't run. It isn't worth it.”

Damian flinched slightly at the tone of Masha’s voice, knowing that she was likely more than a little disappointed with his lack of punctuality. For a moment, he considered making use of his Incubus aura to perhaps soften her mood a little, but after a moment’s thought, dismissed the notion. Even if his tardiness wasn’t completely his own fault, that wasn’t reason enough to mess with someone’s head just because it might help him out of the jam. Ashamed at himself for the momentary impulse, he quickly turned around to face Masha as she approached, eyes cast downward as he tried to find his voice.

”I was actually, um, l-l-looking for you, M-Ma’am.” His voice could just barely be heard over the rumble of the crowd and rhythmic beat of the club music. He quickly fell into a deep bow, raising his voice up a bit more so it could be heard above the noise. ”I’m sorry for my lateness, there is no excuse for it and I will accept any reprimand you deem fit.”

She raised a dark eyebrow up at him, snorting softly and rolling her eyes. “of course you were,” she sighed, gesturing him along with her as she walked away. She could still never understand with it was that someone as powerful as him, just naturally so by what he was, was so subservient and afraid of someone like her from time to time. She of course enjoyed knowing that he was, it swelled her pride nicely. But it confused her too.

“I'm in a good mood right now,” she went on, heading towards the quieter part of the club, her preferred part, of seats and more closed quarters. Something classier than just grinding bodies. “So you can get by with just my disappointment.” She didn't head inside, but stopped near the wall, waiting for Damian to join her. “So what was it you were looking for me for?”

Damian nodded somewhat disheartedly at Masha’s response, grateful that she hadn’t fired him right then and there, but the quiet tone of her voice doing more than enough to convey her disappointment in him. Shaking his head to rid himself of his doubts for the moment, Damian rose up from his bow and followed Masha through the crowd. For Damian, pushing his way through the mass of bodies was nothing short of a nightmare, his meek words of apology for making his way through the throbbing mass of humanity(and non-humanity) going mostly unheeded.

When he managed to escape the dance floor, he’d take a quick moment to recuperate before speaking, deciding to get right to the point of the matter.

”Aside from letting you know I was here and apologizing, I also wanted to inform you about a licentia I sensed in the club a little bit ago that we might wanna keep an eye on. Her name is Corinna, and sometime ago, she attacked me at my other job. As he mentioned the incident, Damian could help but shudder at both his own actions that day,(what he could remember of them through the haze of the potion he’d been forced to drink) and those of Corinna. "I don’t think she’s here to hurt anyone, but it never hurts to make sure, right?"

This time, when she quirked an eyebrow up at him it was in amusement. “Attacked you say? At Nabri’s place?” she hummed, trying so very hard not to laugh at the absurdity of that. While she was sure that he would allow something awkward to happen to those in his employ, she doubted that he would let something of a serious nature go so easily. “What did she do? Flutter her eyelashes a little too provocatively?”

Chuckling some and shaking her head she did still scan the crowd for the Licentia that he spoke of. She couldn't afford to look over anything, even if she thought it was silly. “Well you keep an out for this...Corinna and you come to me when you find her.” Her quest to find the woman was halted when she set eyes upon one of her bouncers. “Or handsome muscles over there,” she said with a nod towards Marcus as he was trying, and failing, to flirt with a girl near the bar.

Damian couldn’t help but pout at Masha’s taunting, but didn’t respond to it besides some anxious shuffling and shifting his gaze away from her. The less he had to think about how his and Corinna’s first meeting ended, the better. When she spoke again, he’d returned his attention to his employer, following her gaze to the man known as Marcus as he seemed to talk with a woman at that bar, one that looked very unenthused about the conversation. “Keeping an eye on her shouldn’t be an issue. Even now, I can pick her up on the feel of her Vis from within the center of the crowd. . . and even if my description of our encounter is a bit. . . exaggerated, I’m not as naive as people think I am.” As Damian spoke, a bit of frustration, perhaps even anger, seeped out of him for a moment, his aura shifting momentarily in response. Creeping whispers fluttered through the air, along with a chill that would cause Masha’s hair to stand on end.

However, near as soon as it appeared, the moment faded as his expression shifted from one of exasperation to fearful panic, instantly shrinking away from Masha, his arms lifted up slightly as he ducked down, almost as if he was expecting a strike to come his way. His body was literally shaking, his form losing it’s very stability in his current state of fearful anticipation. However, as the strike failed to come, Damian looked up, remembering with a flush of shame where he was and who he was with. As much as he respected Masha and as much as he feared the weight of her words, even he was aware that there was little she could due to truly harm him in a physical manner. After he’d taken a moment to collect himself, he attempted continued speaking as if the lapse hadn’t occurred.

“A-anyway, I’ll keep m-my eye on her as I m-m-make my r-rounds.” Internally, Damian cursed his stutter, along with a whole list of other things about himself that he wished now more than ever to be rid of.

She watched him closely, stepping back away from him slightly. She teased him often, and the most he normally did was flush and stutter a little. But this...this was something else altogether. She shivered a little at the charge of magic that went through the air around them, wrapping an arm protectively around herself without thinking about it. Maybe what had happened has been a little worse than just some flirting.

But then, for all that show of power he shifted to being afraid of her again. Little old her. Who could next to nothing against him. And as much as she hated to admit it, he could very easily make her cease to exist she was sure, and there would be little she could do to stop him. “Damian…” she said after he’d at least visually regained his composure. “What the hell was that?” And it was clear that she wasn’t asking about his anger and slip of the darkness inside of him, but about the way he’d grovalled at her as if she was going to literally rip him apart. She didn’t want to admit that she liked the boy, man...whatever he was. He was valuable to her, but even still, she liked him.

“I-I-It was n-nothing, Ma’am. I j-just forgot . . . where I was for a moment.” Damian spoke, hands anxious pulling at the hem of his shirt while his gaze seemed to dart around the club. Even though he knew that they weren’t here, the nightwalker could almost feel the overbearing presence of his uncle emanating from every shadow in the place. Especially with the strong underlying scent of alcohol that hungover many of the club’s occupants. “I just . . . forgot myself for a moment, along with who I was talking to. B-b-but like i said, it’s nothing to worry about.”

He shifted in place slightly, wishing Masha would let well enough be alone. His uncle was his own problem, and he didn’t want others to get involved if he could help it, didn’t even want people to know if he could help it. This reluctance was as much for the safety of others as it was for himself. For all of his indulgences in vice and sin, the man was a terrifyingly strong Nightwalker still, and often had a dangerously short fuze.

“It is definitely not nothing,” she said with a huff, letting the shiver run through her body for a moment before she gathered herself back up again. “But you can keep your secrets to yourself. For now. But you’re gonna have to answer to me sooner or later.” She hummed thoughtfully, trying to remember what it was that she had stopped him for in the first place now. Her mind was all over the place and she had way too much going on now to focus easily.

“Ah yes,” she said with a brightening smile. “I’m gonna need to use those lovely skills of yours this evening. I need someone to keep a very good eye on Cortes and his lot. Make sure they aren’t going to do something very stupid. Existing for them is stupid, so they’re already are at a disadvantage.”

“O-Of course. . . ”Damian muttered in response to Masha’s promise, hoping against hope that she’d forget about it in time. Despite her word of warning, the matter had been dropped for the moment at least, allowing Damian a moment of respite from the tension he’d felt curling in his stomach since his slip-up. As Masha mentioned that he was to keep an eye on Cortes and his associates, the boy responded with a blank look for a few moments before he finally remembered who exactly the man was. Cortes hadn’t really left much an impression on Damian during their first meeting, and he’d had yet to even really talk to the man that was essentially his other boss.

With a nod, he began to search for Cortez’s Vis signature, a slightly more difficult scenario considering the mass of humanity that was currently present in the bar. Find a Vis signature he wasn’t quite familiar with in such a packed building would prove a tad challenging, but he felt he was up to the task. That being said, he couldn’t help but wonder what Masha expected from Cortez. Considering that Darius was now the one who owned this place, anyone with knowledge and common sense wouldn’t be willing to cause a ruckus on opening night. . . right? Somewhat worriedly, he would bring up this concern with Masha, though he kept his wits about him enough to not directly say Darius’ name, not quite sure who could be listening to their conversation in a building such as this.

“No one has ever said that he was a smart man,” Masha said with a sigh, starting her walking again and gesturing him along with her again. Cortes had done a lot of stupid things before she got there, which was partly why she was there to begin with and not in some other club that had ties to Darius. So she wouldn't put it past him to do something tonight. She expected it. She just was hopeful it wasn't going to be too crazy.

She sighed, feeling the itch for something to calm her nerves down again. The high that Marci had gifted her was already gone and the leftovers of it were fading away. So she needed a smoke or a drink. Or both. And she needed them now. But her cigarettes were in her office and it would be quicker to stop at the bar and get something there both liquid and smoke.

When she got to the bar she waved down Rich, the young man sliding over easily, already with a bottle of vodka in his hands. Like he knew his boss well. When she simply nodded at him, he poured a shot for her that he slid to her and returned to his work.

“Perhaps,” she said thoughtfully after taking the shot, “it might be best if you stuck near me tonight. Maybe...I don't know.” She groaned, letting out a string of curses in Russian before she collected herself again and put on a smile that was only partly fake.

Damian sat down next to Masha, listening to her for a moment while his gaze shifted through the gyrating throngs of people dancing in the mosh pit. For a moment, he allowed his eyes to unfocus, green irises giving way to a soft pinkish-violet glow as he looked past flesh and bone to view the flow and surge of Vis. Thinking back to Corinna despite himself, he couldn’t help but think she found herself quite a perfect hunting ground, if that was indeed her purpose here. The heightened emotions that was being created by the atmosphere, the frenetic beat of the music, even just the sheer amount of people in the room, it all lead to a heightened potency to the Vis present here.

Even a licentia as adverse to predation as himself couldn’t help the nagging temptation, especially given that last night’s . . . altercation with his uncle had left him feeling somewhat drained. That being said, with the help of a few steady breaths, Damian managed to reign in his impulses, at least for the moment, instead focusing his attention on Masha. Even he could tell that his employer was feeling rather stressed and ill at ease at them moment, no doubt due to her worries over this Cortes guy. Gnawing at the inside of his cheek, Damian did another once over of the crowd to see if he could identify the man, but the hunger in his core was making it difficult to focus.

Letting out a sigh, the Licentia began mulling over other ways he could comfort Masha. He considered going out to search for Cortes more thoroughly but. .. he didn’t trust himself to be alone in the club at the moment. After that, he was coming up with nothing. . . well. . . almost nothing. There was one thing he always did for his mother whenever she was facing a great deal of stress, and while he wasn’t quite sure if it would have them safe effect in this context, it was worth a try at least. Taking a breath, he allowed the shape of his form to disperse into an amorphous black mist, which quickly reconstituted itself into a much smaller form. Where Damian had been now sat a rather fluffy cat, with black that was as soft as sin and a familiar pair of violet pink eyes that shone in the dim light of the club.

With a bound, he’d leap up on top of the counter and proceed to nudge and rub his face against Masha’s arm, letting out a deep contented purr as he did so. After that, if she did not object to the sudden display of affection, he would leap into her lap and curl himself into a ball, tail flicking too and fro ever so slightly. He wasn’t sure if this would be of much assistance to improving Masha’s mood, but given that Damian had all the speaking skills of a floundering fish, this was the best he could do.

She only caught was he was doing near the end of his shifting. But when he sat there, looking at her from the slitted eyes of a cat she was surprised. She knew he could. He had before, just not in front of her like that. And then he was up against her arms, rubbing and purring. And then he was in her lap. She blinked a little bit before reaching a hand down and running thin fingers along his spine, feeling the little rumbles of his purring though her lap and hand.

This was certainly an unexpected change. One in which she was not going to complain about. Cats had always been and would always be her weakness in animals. And while she didn’t mind her little kitten at home, sometimes, it was nice to pet one that wasn’t a little rotty. “You do know I will abuse this,” she said with a little chuckle as she scratched at his ears gently. “I will abuse this oh so very much.”

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@tobiaxStill here, just been absorbed my Monster Huner, should be getting back to posting sometime during this week

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

@LemonsIKR

Vault of Rising Thunder.

Cayeden Holloway

Pilot Sheet

• Name:Cayeden Holloway
• Gender: Male
• Age: 18
• Experience: 65%
• Synchronization Rate: 75%
• Personality: Tell me how you act, and what makes you tick. Lunatics can go to the moon.
• Background: Tell me about your past. Was your homeworld attacked by the Cruxi, and you were a survivor? Or did you join the fight for other causes? Note that Earth has been uninhabited for a couple of centuries.
• Notable Deaths: This will be significant later. Who among your friends and family have died since the war? Everyone must have at least one.
• Other things: If there is anything else you believe needs sharing, do so here.

Framewerk Sheet

Framewerk Sheet

• Framewerk Code Name: All Frames are given unit numbers based on production code, however the ones we are piloting are given actual names since they are rumored to be sentient beings. What is your Frames' name?
• Appearance: Fairly obvious. Pictures are highly preferred, but a text description of a couple paragraphs is also fine.
• Number of Framewerk Systems: How much your Framewerk is equipped with, determined by the pilot's experience. All levels have one signature weapon system and one secondary, while 80-89% are granted one more secondary and 90-94% one more primary weapon system on top of that. List the two as separate numbers.
• Signature Weapon System: What is your Framewerk’s signature weapon at all times; the stuff it can’t trade away since it is built in. This is essentially your Framewerk's bread and butter at all times. This is something that makes your machine unique from all others. You could have a Frame with four-arms capable of using multiple weapons, or a Frame using attack drones, or perhaps an artillery based Frame that can cause destruction from afar... or say you'd rather stay in the rear and snipe things from afar, or one that charges into the front-lines with a melee weapon, or maybe even focus on a support role such as scanning or repairing. These are such examples, and this will be your primary fighting style for the RP.
• Secondary Weapon System: This is the Framework’s other weapons; another weapon it can’t trade away since it is built in as a specialized device to complement the signature weaponry. These are light-weight attachments that are instrumental for missions, such as additional thrusters, barriers, smaller weapons, additional subsystems and so on.
• Weight Class: Framewerks can be anything from lightweight speedsters to heavyweight tanks, with varying amounts of firepower, speed and armor. Out of the primary weight classes (Light, Medium, Heavy, or something in-between), what type of build does your Framewerk have? Note that it should be kept realistic; if you want more offensive power and flight speed, it will result in a loss of armor, or less offensive power if you want more speed and armor, for example. Other combinations of attributes are also possible. All Framewerks are equipped with thrusters capable of space-travel regardless of the build.
• Special Ability: All Frameworks have a special and unique ability that they possess that makes them powerful weapons of war... however, they haven't been unlocked yet. So, for now, keep this section blank.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@chukklehed That's the hope. Silme's character has always been one of illogical bias and misplaced anger, but no rwby rp i've been in have last long enough for his worldview to change.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@chukklehed A valid response. Seeing one of your juniors turn into such a spiteful ball of beligerance wouldd be dissapointing for anyone.