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I'm Randomness. I also go by others names when it's unavailable, but those are usually some variation of Randomness or Random in general.

I like anime, video games, and science. I'm currently in school studying to become an radiologic technologist. I'm in the initial stages, so I'm on my way. My favorite anime is Eureka Seven, and my favorite video game is a tie between Kingdom Hearts and Etrian Odyssey.

I have several story ideas, but currently lack motivation to write them out. I have plenty of notes for some of them so when I finally get around I'm prepared. That said, I absolutely enjoy group story telling like you do through role playing. One of my interests involved is world building and the connections between them if any.

One of my characters travels between worlds, dimensions and universes. What these are meant to be are different RPs. There seems to be some taboo around such a character, but I feel that is should be judged on a case by case basis. The idea of a seasoned character who has been on many adventures being able to share stories in passing sounds like a fun idea. I thought it would be an interesting idea that those stories could be from other RPs. He isn't meant to highjack the current RP, or be over powered. I admit, I can see that concern. Really though, he is meant to be an eccentric character with stories and treasures not before seen. The effects of these stories are meant to be entertaining, like fairy tales to the current cast. And what treasures he has or can use I'd restrict to what makes sense in the current world. But like I said before, it should be case by case. A learner, and a story teller. I think it's fun to link concept together through this character so the story could live on in new ways and perhaps give new RPs a different kind of character. Without upending everything of course.

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Fia Blackfire




Fia remained awkwardly close to Forbann as the others started to speak up again. The adorable little princess spoke next. Young as she was, the skill set she boasted was versatile and impressive. Already showing off the enchantments of her arms and armor, this Evelyn was very much prepared to prove herself. As if to further her claim, the young noblewoman peered into the secrets of each item dear Roxas kindly brought down. Some of the items proved to be useful beyond their fashion, and were it not for Englebert and his compatriot, unnamed masked elf, then the expedition would have already bounty that could help easy the further difficulties the team would encounter within the Twilight lands. It was more evident that it could since Roxas had introduced herself as a healer.

“Poor dear. Perhaps someone should check up on her.” said Fia as Roxas’ form could no longer be seen from the bottom of the stairs. Though Fia thought not much of the comments, she could understand Roxas frustration on having it brought up so many times. But since both Engelbert and Masked Elf both said something about it, and Fia was understanding that they were closer to the archaeologist than the others, something was fishy. Fia wasn’t the only one to notice as Carnatia was first to speak up about it.

“I’m not offended, dear.” said Fia. She smiled at the spellsword. “It would take a lot more than that. I guess I’m just not mindful when it comes to the folly of politicians.” Fia shrugged her shoulders. She then shifted her gaze to the masked elf. It was hard to gate his state of mind or emotions due to the mask, but the way he shook his head dismissively was telling. “You know something, don’t you, dear? Something about the house, perhaps? The people in the picture? Is there a reason for not telling us?”

Fia kept her eyes on the masked elf when Engelbert spoke up changing the subject. He attempted to get the silent foreign looking individual to speak, before mentioning a bath that individual had prepared. Fia’s face lightened up as her mood lifted. Fia could see Engelbert was speaking broadly, but his eyes rested pointedly at her.

“A bath sounds lovely.” she said, almost like she was never questioning the masked elf at all. She turned on her heel to face the tall armored oni. She clasped her hands together resting them on her cheek as she tilted her head. Fia gleefully spoke again with a sweet smile, “would you care to join me, darling? I’ll help you wash your back.”
Fia Blackfire




“Unsavory? I barely said anything.” spoke Fia. She looked at the assortment of items that lay on the table. The flier caught her eye. Either the owner was a patron, or this building was a part of the route advertised. Fia reached over and picked up the clear case containing the hairpin. She looked at it as she twirled the case around in her hands. “Though, I suppose I am of the mind that if the previous owner is dead, what harm is there in repurposing goods that are will otherwise be forgotten?”

As far as first impressions go, Fia was not expecting so much law and order. Keeping the peace she understood, but such overwhelming morality was not. Fia was not a bandit, and she wasn’t going to start making enemies with those she had just met. Her expectations were a little dashed, though. An expedition into a land not once visited in almost a millennia. Fia expected there to be some gathering of treasures along with those artifacts and knowledge the archaeologists were hoping to dig up. She guessed that since the house appeared to be much newer than something a millennia old, and the flier was only date thirty years ago. This part of the land was still occupied. Thirty years still felt like a long time for such valuables to be sitting around unclaimed.

Engelbert and the other masked man approached the table. Fia missed the masked elf’s name, but he seemed to have an air of leadership with him. The elf addressed Roxas, the other elf who brought down the papers and trinkets. In one way, he was informing her about their position within the property. In another way, it was like he was scolding her, but not as bluntly as Engelbert done earlier. Fia sighed at the end of his statement. Though it was addressed to Roxas, Fia felt the words were meant for everyone.

“Fine.” Said Fia softly. She placed the clear case containing the hairpin back onto the table where she initially picked it up. “It’s not like there won’t be any other relics on this journey.” Fia raised her arms up, interlocking her fingers. After she stretched, she raised a hand palm out as she swiped the air waving to the group.

“I’ll say again, my name’s Fia. My specialty is sorcery. I am just in love with those who are born with the power to make the world however they want on a whim. So much so, I’ve made their power my own.” Fia chuckled, “I can do a little of everything, but my true specialty lies in the elements.” Fia let down the hand she was using to wave, so it lay horizontal with her palm up. From the center of her palm a pillar of fire erupted, almost touching the ceiling. It lasted only a moment before it was replaced with a ball of water, that froze. Finally the ball collapsed into itself forming a small black void, and then it disappeared all together.

“Though, if I need to, I am pretty good with a rapier.” Fia finished her introduction.

With her demonstration done, Fia quickly scooted over next to the man in armor. Fia had never met an oni before, and that alone caught Fia’s attention. But then when it came to his work with curses and cursed metal, she found someone truly special. Fia was aware of the possibility of cursed metal, but now she found living proof. Fia looked up at the armored oni with eagerness. Fia's eyes were as deep red as her dress, and a black ring surrounded her pupils. “You don’t have to worry about me, lovely. I would be most interested to learn more about how you wield your cursed metal.”
Fia Blackfire




Fia’s eyes sparkled when the man donning green and a metal mask had managed to light the fireplace without the need of firewood. At first she though that one or more of them would have to venture back into the storm to retrieve the wood, most likely soaked with rain water. But now that wasn’t necessary. Fia stayed close to the burning pit, letting the heat help dry off some of the water that soaked her clothes.

“That feels nice.” she said softly to herself, her eyes closed as she clearly enjoyed the warmth of the fire. She opened her eyes again and gazed at the gracious benefactor, “and such a pretty color, too. That is a very useful trick. Thank you.”

Fia looked over the young girl who spoke up shortly after the fire was set ablaze. She was nicely dressed despite the weather and appeared to be messing with a pair of swords. Did they belong to the girl? If so, if she knew how to use them, then that was impressive. “Well aren’t you adorable. I wasn’t aware they were going to let girls as young as you join the expedition. And the way you speak. You’re just precious.”

Finally able to shake off the storm, Fia sat down near the fireplace and removed her boots. She placed them by the flame to help dry off. She looked around at the house and the other strangers occupying it. First there were the obvious ones in armor. She counted at least three of them. Her masked savior of fire could probably count as one, but compared to the hulking statue of the three she counted, he didn’t look to fit among them. However, the number of them wearing masks was notable. If she had a silver for every person she found wearing a mask among her soon to be proper comrades…

Fia listened to the introductions, or rather the start of the introductions. Engelbert started off. Despite how much renown he seemed to have from some of the others, Fia never heard of him. But it was nice to know that he was as tanky as he looked. Allegedly. Whether it stood up was yet to be seen, but it definitely looked promising. At least Fia would gladly put herself behind him and let him take the hits.

Introductions were cut short as an elven woman descended the stairs with an arm full of trinkets. Fia stood up and wandered near the table the elf placed them, curious to what was found. “Ooh. Are we looting the place already? Don’t mind if I do.” said Fia as she gazed over the various items. Mainly keepsakes by the look of it, they were in very good condition for how long the house had been abandoned.

Engelbert spoke up about the items, and Fia couldn’t help but grin. “Oh, how noble of you, lovely. Looking out for the sweet and vulnerable. Very admirable.” Fia said sweetly. She looked over to the elf who had brought down the items, then back up at the heavily armored knight, "though I don't think that was the correct thing to say."
Fia Blackfire




“Alright everybody, this is where we part ways. I loved traveling with you. I will not forget you lovelies.” spoke the woman. She wore a red dress, attire normally not thought practical for cross country travel. Yet even so, the woman didn’t appear hindered by it. Wagons and horses parked in a circular position surrounded the woman. A few stood and listened to her speak, while most of the others carried on like nothing was happening. One of the men walking by spoke up.

“You say that every time you leave. You always end up back here.”

“It not my fault we always cross paths.”

“Worry not about it. Just take care of yourself, Fia.” spoke another. An elven man. He put down a hefty sack into one of the carts before looking back at the woman in red. The woman leaned onto one leg, looking intently at the elf. Her face looked softly, but her eyes told a completely different story. She was in contemplation.

“You know, it’s not too late for you to join me. If anyone was to go, it’s you.” said Fia.

“Perhaps another time. There are some things that should remain forgotten.” replied the elf. He turned to walk away, “besides, if you stay here much longer, you’ll be late. They don’t like outsiders lingering for too long.”

“Well then, I’ll be off. I’ll let you know if I find anything interesting.” Fia waved her hand as she turned away from the camp. Her hand was still waving as she walked away, lowering it only after the camp left her view. She was not far from the meeting place, but she misjudged how long it would take for her to get there. Upon arriving at the location, there was evidence people were about. However, with no one there now, it looked like that elf was right, she was late. Still, the expedition didn’t leave too long ago. Perhaps she could catch up.

Several hours later, Fia noticed commotion just off the road, an old house by the river. Several wagons, and horses guided to the stable. The windows glowed as lights started to illuminate the interior. Shadows drifted across the windows as bodies moved across the path of light. There were definitely people wandering that building. Finally, Fia had found them. It looked like they were only starting to settle in, which Fia deduced meant that she wasn’t too far behind.

She was glad she found it when she did. The storm was getting pretty bad, and she was already contemplating having to build a camp of her own. At least now, she could join the others in a stable and dry shelter to let it pass. As rain drenched the solo woman, she marched up to the door. Fruitless wiping off some of the water from her torso, she knocked on the door. And then she promptly opened the door and took a step inside.

“Ha. I’m glad you all didn’t go much farther. I’m not sure how much more of that rain I was going to endure. But I’m here now.” said Fia. As she was speaking, she reach down and grabbed the bottom of her dress, wringing out some of the rainwater that soaked through. She stood up straight as she finished speaking and walked fully inside, letting the door close behind her. Ignoring any bewildered looks, Fia walked up to the fireplace.

“Oh poo. And here I was hoping we could get a nice warm fire going.” Fia crossed her arms in front of the empty fireplace. Bothered by the lack of fire wood, Fia turned around to finally get a look at everyone still lingering the main room. The her face widened as she realized she hadn’t introduced herself. “I’m Fia. I meant to join you earlier, but ah, I guess I ran a little late. It’s a pleasure to be here, lovelies.”
I'd say I'm interested
Solomon Sparrow

Location: Stritzel Estate, Kindeance




It didn’t take much time, but Solomon was able to reappear near Veronica, Varya, and their unconscious hitchhiker. The smoke was thinner here, but the smell and haze was still enough of a sign that a fire had been burning away. He didn’t say anything immediately. He could tell that Veronica was angered by the turn of events involving Cedar and his sister’s change of course.

Solomon turned his head when Varya addressed him. The bluish elf had taken the moment to consider the problem from Cedar’s point of view. Much of it sounded exactly like Cedar, but Solomon had to disagree with his priorities. Solomon closed his eyes and shook his head slowly side to side.

“I’m afraid it is selfish.” said Solomon. He opened his eyes again and looked directly at Varya. The slight haze and bits of soot dulling the vibrancy of the elf’s attire. Even more he could see the lightning pattern poking from his garment. The party took some hits to get Cedar out of the cell. And those on the surface undoubtedly took some of their own. Solomon continued, “should Cedar pursue his captors and fail, he would be forgoing the sacrifices we took to free him from his merciless prison. Not just us, but those who engaged in battle above the ground.”

Solomon’s mask shifted as though he were still speaking, but any words he said were imperceptible except to maybe Veronica if she was listening. Solomon then continued to speak normally. “We’ve seen much of what Ted is capable of. If that was not the extent of his power, then we would be hopelessly outmatched. If you listen, you can hear the carnage Ted can wrought and those victims were once his allies. I suggest we get Cedar out of here. We can consider other options later. If we leave Ted to go now, there is the chance he will escape, and Cedar can have his time when another opportunity presents itself. A time where Cedar is healthy and strong. As Ted is now, I don’t believe there is any reasoning with him regardless of what Cedar might think.”

“I can go after him.” said Bartholomew heeding Solomon’s request to regroup. Curiously, Matteo's location remained unknown, still submerged under within the very soil. Bartholomew lifted his axe onto his shoulder, “Even with his surrogate legs I can catch up easily.”

“Whatever we do, we should do it soon. We’ve wasted too much time as it is.” said Solomon.
Athena Voltspear

Location: Stritzel Estate, Kindeance




Athena looked at Jazdia as the elf woman approached. She sat up quickly awaiting whatever news or recommendations she had. Though Athena and Louise were in this weird post battle state, it would not do either of them good to forget they were still within enemy territory and further hostilities could still come from the manor itself. It was something that Athena would have been embarrassed to admit, but for the moment she was with Louise and Evan, she forgot the battle was still ongoing, even if she and those with her weren’t engaged. For now, what was inside was quiet, or at least quiet enough that the assault team couldn’t know what troubles might have been inside. The infiltrators were still in there, so Athena hoped they didn’t run into anything debilitating.

“Yes, I can walk.” said Athena in response to Jazdia. Athena twisted her body slightly enough so that she could face Louise better, “I’m sure. Thank you.” Athena used her right arm as a brace to lift herself up. She ached, but not as bad as she did before. Most of the pain she was feeling was mostly isolated to her left arm. Once she was fully planted on both feet, Jazdia’s blazer was presented. Spare cloth to act as a sling. Athena would have protested but Louise had already grabbed the garment and started to fasten it around Athena’s arm and shoulder. Jazdia herself didn’t seem to mind, and Athena could still see she was modest, so there were no outward protests.

“I don’t suppose you know where Evan went?” asked Athena. She heard the grass rustle as Evan stood up just moments before, no longer asking his questions. Athena tried to look where he was going, but as she was lying down, she couldn’t quite see. Jazdia only presented Athena with a look that answered the question and deterred any more. Perhaps the weight of the assignment was beyond what he expected, and he decided to wait out the rest of the raid with the two other men from Antigone’s scouting team.

“Alright, just let me grab my spear. Whatever happens from now, I’d rather have it than not.” said Athena. The spear had landed a little out of the way, but was still within sight of the camp fire Yvonne had built. Athena started to make her way there when her ears shifted. Something was happening in the manor now. A roar, shouting, the crash of heavy items and weapons. Athena turned to Jazdia and Louise.

“There is fighting in the manor. We should finish grouping up quickly.”
Solomon Sparrow

Location: Stritzel Estate, Kindeance




“Bears. Listen. Cedar needs to leave. He is in no shape to fight.” said Bartholomew. This was a weird position for him. It was one thing for the armor to take on Ted. Even if he was capable of being grievously wounded he would still have not batted an eye on his task. He was trained for, ready for such ordeals. He failed once which led to his current state of body, but now he could assume as much damage and risk as possible. Cedar, on the other hand, was in no such state. Even if he were in peak condition, Cedar just was not a fighter. His vines and intuition were impressive, but against something as ruthless as Ted, Cedar was nothing more than wet paper.

Bartholomew easily stopped Cedar from passing, but the weakened bear still had his sisters to back him up. Together the twins tried to push into Bartholomew, shove him out of the way. Letting go of his axe, Bartholomew braced his stance against the two. It was two of them, and Bartholomew lacked an arm. He was able to hold one of the girls back, but the other was able to slip past his left despite Bartholomew trying his best to shift if body to intercept. There were multiple methods he could have done to stop them. He would never know if they would have succeeded because he actively held himself back. These creatures were friends of Solomon’s, and it would not do right to him and the second chances he provided to make an enemy of him. But he also couldn’t let them just pursue the murderous beast, either.

Bartholomew ultimately failed to block the twins. One of them held him while the other essentially climbed on top. Being too top heavy and with nothing to grab, Bartholomew fell over. In the time it took the fiery armor to free himself, the other twin resumed lifting cedar and was already making their way up the stairs. The other joined them, quickly sprinting to catch up. They both apologized again. And just kept going without any intent to reconsider. Bartholomew stood up, picked up his axe and was ready to chase them, but stopped. Slamming the axe into the wall where it stayed embedded, Bartholomew turned to face the junction of the other hall and lab.

“Cedar is making towards the manor. He pursues the fire bear.” he called to any who could hear him, be it Veronica or Solomon.

Solomon was not having luck finding anything intact. Not that he expected there to be much for how long the fire was left to burn. He stashed the diagram and the wet notebook away, the latter wrapped in a cloth to prevent the smell from spreading. It didn’t look like much, but perhaps the later pages of that book might reveal what else Widernia planned to do with such blood. She was definitely planning something. Orbs of blood kept through out the lab was evidence for it.

In the meantime, Matteo was finishing putting out the rest of the fire. Thin layers of sand covering the majority of the lab floor nor. Dust, debris, and sand still filled the air so visibility was still low. It didn’t matter much now, Solomon thought he found all he could and was ready to call for his undead allies to escape after the others. However, Bartholomew gave out a call of warning. It felt like something Cedar would do, but he needed to rest, recover, and just get himself out of the manor all together. Solomon looked towards Matteo and with silent understanding, both Solomon and Matteo sank into the ground. Solomon wouldn’t be able to stop Cedar, even in his weakened state. Instead, the two would catch up with Veronica and figure out what she wanted to do about the wayward bear.
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