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The Prince's Royal Guard

Merik Roak

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Hidden in the war room deep in a snoring slumber rested the lizard man. It seemed like nothing would rouse the oaf, not the priestess, nor the dark elf when she spoke to them just the rise and fall of his chest and his snoring like something from a great beast. However the commotion a little later did make him stir from his slumber long enough for the lizard to roll over and fall back asleep now that he was more comfortable. It would seem his tail, a seemingly mundane part of the beast, would be the one to betray him.

As Merik slumbered in the war room dreaming of rolling in fields of bright flowers, his long muscular tail moved back and forth betraying the fun he was dreaming of. Chasing rabbits and small children through the bright warm field and being able to play without worry brought him joy. So much so that his tail finally caught a leg of a nearby book shelf causing the shelf and its contents to cascade down and make a mess of the war room.

With the sudden assault of books he was almost immediately up on his feet in the middle of the room ready to fight. For a moment he was confused, normally it’s just the elder magic man that attacked him with books. Merik could only look at the mess he made with annoyance once he realized he wasn’t being attacked and just broke something in his sleep again. The echo of the elder telling him why he can’t sleep inside small rooms rolled through his mind for a moment.

As he thought of something to do he soon began to hear a commotion within the keep. It did take him a moment to pick up on what was going on in the rooms above and below him. His animal like hearing slowly adjusting after waking up. The giant slowly opened the door and crept out into the hall. There were many sounds and smells in the hall. The sounds were much clearer now, an attack of some kind was all he could piece together. Something about “intruders” and “find them.”

One thing this lizard knew about was that mammal’s had a lot to do with smell, from sweat, to blood, to perfume, and excrement. This hall way was filled with many things but most were faint. Nostrils flared the lizard began to take in the smell of his surroundings. A faint smell of flowers, he noticed the guards liked using it when they haven’t bathed for some time and it smelled like some of the flowers he smelled on the way to this city. The faint smell of the sewers and battle lingered but was not strong.

Yet there was one scent that lingered that he only somewhat recognized. Fresh sweat with a heavy but subtle scent of something he couldn’t make out combined with subtle smells of the forest. Strange the only ones that should have been in the forest where…. “Orcs.” The word slipped from his maw with a low growl. Returning to all fours he quickly followed the scent towards the outside of the keep. He didn’t take his weapons or armor just his loincloth and the prince’s sigil that he used as a sort of belt buckle.

The trail although unique was difficult to follow that combined with the chaos of the celebration and call to arms made his progress a bit slow. On top of that he broke his concentration when he got to the keeps wall when a loud boom came from the inside of the keep. Merik turned toward the source for a moment but then continued. He brushed off the occurrence as the elder messing up one of his spells and continued his trek. It wasn’t until he was close to one of the barracks did the scent really start to pick up but only for a moment. Whoever it was, had slowed down and now the scent was getting mixed in with the rest of the guards and soldiers.

Then he lost it, he couldn’t pick up on the subtle smell with everyone else around. He stood puzzled for a moment before he heard a familiar voice. His wrestling friend was nearby, the gruff voice of the large lycan was hard to mistake and he sounded upset. Within a few quick steps Merik found himself standing behind two cloaked humanoids and one unhinged looking lycan. The one closest to him was still just outside of his reach but Manald was already holding one.

Tilting his head to the side for a moment he soon found the scent once more. The strange scent still eluded him but these were definitely who he had been following. His instincts told him to kill but he knew he would get in trouble for it. Instead Merik bore his sharp teeth towards them and lunged at the one closest to him. The man was more than a few steps away from his friend but he was sure that he could reach him with this lunge and not worry about knocking his friend down. His aim was to subdue and injure but not to kill.

From goblins to godhood (re:monster rp)

gird is sleeping on the roof to watch the stars tonight... so im just waiting for the skip

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

A short mention of the other nobles in the room then quickly moved on with the lesson. It was something he enjoyed about this professor, quick to the point with a little bit of flamboyance to get the point across. She quickly went over a few quick things Email, Cell Phones, and Walky Talkie. He was somewhat familiar with the last one as they used them on the council but cell phones were hard to understand and the Email was a strange realm of trickery.

The other’s in the class mostly seemed to be equally confused or intrigued by what was being explained with the hand held’s. Honestly he wasn’t too keen on the inner workings of it. It was always, “we are on this channel.” Or “hold the talk key down for a second before talking.” Half the time the dam things would only work within a few kilometers of each other.

Benjamin seemed to find the name funny by the not so subtle snort and smile. At least he wasn’t so stone faced all the time. Glancing to Amaris he could tell that she was thinking very hard about the subject given the face she was making with the explanation given.

“It seems so open for a private communication device. What sort of occasion was it designed for?”

The question finally came up when the teacher finished her explanation. “Huh, that is a good question… what did they tell him when he had to use them.” he thought for a moment before adding to the discussion.

“Short ranged interpersonal communication. We use them during oper… uh Jobs with the council occasionally.”

Pulling the brick of a cell phone out of his pocket with a shrug. The phone’s screen and case were cracked in several places but the device was top of the line for simplicity and endurance. Even with these specs, it still looked damaged and worn.

“I just want to know how to use this… I’m not even sure where to start with the Email.”

Jostling his phone around even as he did made one of the buttons fall off. This was enough for victor to look at the device like it betrayed him. “So much for endurance with it being a week old.” he whispered, a frown showing on his face.

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

At the very least he now had some time to think about what he was going to talk to the princess about after classes today. Victor wasn’t sure how or what he would say, would it be safe for him to tell her everything or be safe. Should he completely come clean it could be dangerous for leaf if he weren’t careful. The issue remained that he lacked the resources to investigate this further, effectively he had hit a roadblock.

These thoughts rolled through the counts mind while he got ready for class. He didn’t talk much to Salem only mentioning a change to his training schedule due to winter hours. Victor didn’t want his mage staying up later to try and catch more time in the sun while until he was used to his new classes. He also mentioned wanting to go over code phrases with him later while he was walking out the door. This didn’t leave much room for discussion.

Victor made his way to his first class of the day, an intro to tech class. Salem said it would be fun but he highly doubted that. Maybe this would make him more self sufficient in this new age and he wouldn’t have to keep breaking his phone or having the boy do it for him. None of this sounded fun to him he was glad he could get this out of the way first and enjoy his other classes.

He seemed to arrive at the class a bit after most of the others, but a few were still trickling in. he was wearing his normal loose-fitting clothes, but this time went with a more forest green pallet accompanied with a light jacket. It wasn’t normally something he would wear but it was still something one would expect some one who works for the council to wear. More akin to a field agent than anything.

Finding a spot towards the middle of the class with the small note book he kept in his pocket and a pen that he sat on the desk. He had brought his cell phone with him as well incase he needed it but it was off. He wasn’t sure if there was assigned seating like there was in other classes for the nobles, but he didn’t like sitting up there anyways. The teacher soon found her way in and started the class. This Dame Patel, he didn’t really have any opinions on her. Really, he hadn’t sat down and talked with her at length, she just came off as very energetic and that never really mixed well with him anyways.

From goblins to godhood (re:monster rp)

Hobgoblin Gird

Time to go home. >> a peaceful view /// Day 0 // Evening > Night

Darkness soon engulfed the world once more, the encounter of the mountain beast definitely shook his spirit. He was after all just looking to see the darn thing but he didn’t expect to see it or for it to see him. That kind of power could only belong to a king, a mountain king that’s possibly as strong as the mountains themselves. Still the fact remained, if something could get that powerful, in time he could also get the power. It was nice to be able to rely on Luz to help him with this as well.

The church was rather empty and it didn’t seem like many of the others had returned, perhaps they were going to spend the first night outside like they did. It seemed like it had been years since they first slept outside or cleared out the skeletons of this place. Gird was quick to seek out the elder goblin and give him one of the three bats he had left over. “We were able to get more than a few of the bats to the north. We also found that legendary beast, that mountain king. It is… powerful.” The hobgoblin trailed off but didn’t say more.

Gird looked to Luz and nodded, “I’ll see you in the morning.” Gird didn’t feel like the weather was going to change for the worst so he found a spot around the back of the church and buried the last two bat’s he had kept with him deep into the ground. He was tired and didn’t feel like talking much. Instead Gird would attempt to use his claws to find a spot to climb up on top of the church.

Finding his perch on the top of the church where he didn’t have to worry about falling off. Gird didn’t know why but he felt a peace inside him as he gazed out across the dark forest now that he could see but found himself gazing up at the many bright stars in the dark sky. With a deep breath the hobgoblin dug his claw into his arm until it bled. With a wince he traced out his claws and fingers down to his wrists, the red blood a grim contrast against his pale skin.

“My goddess Duvelna, I call to you. I hope you find my offerings to be enough for today. We came across something today, something that froze me in my place, its sheer primal power was awe inspiring. So I ask you what can we do, where can we go. To find strength like that. Strength that would allow us to protect our tribe, power to bring your influence to the rest of this realm. All so in the end we could be seen as worthy to be called your followers.”

Following his prayer, Gird would find a comfortable spot to rest for the night on the church.

Summary: @Jangel13@demonspade64Gird entered the church and gave a bat to the elder goblin, he told him of their catch and what they saw on the mountain but didn’t wait for a reply. He then left and buried the other two bats near the back of the church and climbed to the top of it using his sharp claws. He finished the night with a prayer to the goddess and then began star gazing before beginning to fall asleep.

Gird's Character Stats

EXP: 81 xp
(Bats 3x27XP:81XP)

Inventory: Purple Book?

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth

Armor: Medium bone and spider silk armor

Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning, Echolocation, Vampirism, Nocturnal, Equilibrium,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses/ negative effects: Dread: a creature of immense power saw them.

𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕪

looks like they made one up but no info in it yet@Phi Chisym

Halo: Aegis Team

Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker

// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // Location: Enemy Stronghold

The fighting slowly subsided as the rest of the rebels were slaughtered or ran through another fortified door. The other fighters seemed to be ok or at least not seriously injured. Grik was watching around the room as Vael seemed to check a crate but judging by the growl it wasn’t what we were looking for. Once the order to retreat was given the grunt was quick to fall back to the door they entered and checked his ammunition. He still had one explosive charge, 2 grenades, one and a half magazines for the cannon but both his pistols were below half.

“Will need to rearm soon but Grik is ready to regroup with other team.” He called out then with his plasma pistol in one hand and the reignited jackal shield in the other, the grunt began to make his way back to where the two groups split up in the first place. The Unggoy was still aware that the enemy could be waiting around any corner but by the sound of fighting down the hall he knew the other team was still fighting.

𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕪

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Chasing Shadows

Rook Roadin

Huntsman Sheet

Personality

<sub>One could very well say that Rook is naïve, air headed, and never takes things seriously. One could very well be right about this. The happy go lucky Faunus has a knack for always being silly with an upbeat and open personality. Childish and aloof with an ever so abundant accident prone way about him. Rook’s care free personality stems from his upbringing looking at every situation as a stress free game that always has something fun to do or learn. Even in the most desperate of situations he will always greet you with a smile and try his best to make you smile.

However, his care free personality and seemingly endless youthful energy is his way of hiding how he truly is. Being known as the local idiot does have its perks. For one people just see the friendly outgoing personality but in reality he is hiding his true self out of fear. Hidden deep down under all the fluff is a mind laden with psychopathic tendencies and Sadistic ideas. He’s well aware of the monster that lurks under the surface but is trying his best to manage.</sub>

Appearance

<sub>Rook is a Pangolin Faunus, because of this he has a layer of natural armor plates that crawl across his back, under his arms, in front of his legs, and partially up his neck and head as well as over his shoulders. Other than his night vision and tendencies to eat insects, these are the only traits he picked up from his Faunus parents. He stands at only 5’4” but has broad shoulders and wide hips that support his muscular and robust frame. He has blond hair that is normally brushed back and kept somewhat short with a bit of a small beard already growing.

The Faunus is not the best looking person around but falls into the average category. His skin tone tends to be tanner and his scales have a near permanent brown color to them which helps him blend into the desert surroundings. His eye color is a darker golden yellow color and can be reflective in the dark giving away his night vision.</sub>

“If it’s stupid but it works, it’s not stupid.”

| N a m e: |

Rook Roadin

| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |

Pan

| G e n d e r: |

Male

| A g e: |

16

| Kingdom of Origin: |

Vacuan Boarder

| Race: |

Faunus - Pangolin

| History: |

Rook was born to two Faunus parents, his mother was a tall, slender, and agile fox Faunus and his father was a short, strong, and sturdy Pangolin. obviously you can tell which parent he takes after. His family in the early years were nomadic keeping to the sand stone cliffs and plateaus of the eastern border with Vale. His clan would migrate throughout the year stopping here and there to the houses and homes cut and dug into the very sandstone of the cliffs.

His people where very good at surviving off the land and would harvest rare herbs and plants to sell at some of the settlements they passed through. Vacuan is a vast and hard place to live but his tribe made due, they were a very defensive orientated people. Preferring to hide and wait out passing bandit clans and hordes of Grimm. The strategy that they had for dealing with the Grimm was something they engrained into their very nature and culture. They were quite aware that Grimm were attracted to negative emotions so they structured themselves around only positive things.

In this way of being happy all the time and seeing everything as a game or a fun thing to learn even if it was hard kept them from attracting Grimm like many other settlements. This was how they and he survived day by day one step at a time. Sure they still had their bad days but it was working so far. Rooks upbringing was happy even through the struggles of finding enough food or supplies for everyone yet they always seemed to have just enough.

Then came the day where he would be old enough to join the academy. His clan always sent at least someone every other year to the school. They did this in the hopes that once they were fully trained they would someday return to the clan to help protect them later. A simple request that Rook accepted happily. Not only would this give him a chance to learn more but maybe they could also help him with learning how to control and use his semblance a bit better so he could help.

| Semblance: |

EMPOWER
At first it was thought that he may be one of those few unlucky enough to not have a semblance at all. The amount of Aura he had was a bit better than average but nothing spectacular happened at first. It took him helping his father to realize that his Semblance was to empower others. The most he could do for himself was strengthen his base attributes but with Empower he could aid others and either make their Semblance more powerful or effective, or give some of his aura to them temporarily.

Like all new skills this is something he still has to practice on as it is far from perfect. As for some of the things that effect his ability there are a few things that effect the effectiveness of it in the first place. The main thing is emotion and bond, the more familiar he is with someone the stronger the bond. The bond helps him concentrate and remain connect to that person to aid them. The other is emotion, the better he is able to read and replicate the emotion of the person he is linked to the better he can control how much or how fast he can give them aura to influence their own.

Currently he has to be physically touching the other person to start the link but he feels that in the future he may only need to look at them. The range he can keep this link active varies from person to person. But again Rook believes that this can also be improved upon. The main down side to his ability however is that currently he has trouble with concentrating and multitasking. So if he is empowering another, currently he can’t do much else other than defend himself in place.

| Weapon and Fighting Style: |

Defiant Defender
Rooks weapons and fighting style reflect his strong defensive instincts and semblance. His current weapons is a creation of his Fathers defensive fighting techniques and the close quarter’s nature of it. Born from that idea is Defiant Defender. Defiant Defender is a pair of dual heavy shields sharpened on the outside edge and honed to a sturdy point on the end, the inside edge is jagged and allows the shields to connect together to create a small wall. Close to the point of these shields are dual shot guns with drum magazines that fire heavy slugs.

His fighting style is again very defensive and close ranged, allowing him to get into an enemy’s face or defend other members of the team. With his strength he is able to use these shields very well in melee combat and with his shot guns can engage enemy’s at medium ranges. Effectively he is what some would call a close range tank.

| Strengths and Weakness: |

Strengths –
- Superior strength and endurance.
- Close quarters combatant
- Almost always level headed and easy going
- Surviving in the wastes
- Faunus night vision and tough skin

Weaknesses –
- Almost no ability for mid to long range combat.
- Recently awakened semblance.
- Lacks speed and agility.
- Will make himself look like an idiot to make others smile to the point of injuring himself.
- Has trouble sitting still or paying attention.

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |

Rook has two things he fears equally, one is that his personality will slip at any time and that he may hurt people he considers his friends. He is well aware that he may have a split personality and he is unsure what will happen if it ever gets loose. Because of this he may distance himself temporarily from others to regain control and will always change the subject whenever it is brought up.

The other is that he fears not being enough, not being strong or fast enough to save someone. This will sometimes lead him to put himself in dangerous situations to protect others where it may have not been needed in the first place. He doesn’t care about being the hero he just sometimes thinks that others’ lives are worth more than his.

| Miscs : |

Rook really likes to sing or tell jokes anything to lighten the mood. He will go out of his way to compliment others if he thinks they are in a bad mood and has no quarrels with coming off as annoying. He really likes eating bugs especially crickets.

Theme: Aviator's - Song of the Abyss

Sheet credited to Buddha(slight edits taken from Sanguine rose)(Further Edits for purpose of Chasing Shadows).

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

The snow was falling just as quiet as ever, the sounds of children finding this snow soon erupted and broke the silence. He raised his glass with a smile to Ryner when she spoke to him. It would seem that his time to enjoy the silence was done but the princess still remained making casual conversation with Ben. There was still some time to relax before the day started so the count stood up and walked up towards the princess and count Benjamin with the half full glass of blood still in his hand.

Victor did not seem to be bothered by the amount of snow that has accumulated on his person. Still, he stepped up to the duo with a smile. “Your highness” he started with a respectful bow of his head. “A lovely evening we are having yes?” the count was in good spirits as the break from school went rather well for him other than Varis coming back but you can’t have everything. He didn’t want to interrupt too much but did continue for a moment after she spoke to Ben, “forgive my interruption but would it be alright if I came and spoke to you about something sometime this week? It is not to terribly important." A lie but he wasn't about to say something direct in front of another noble.

“That is all I did not mean to interrupt, please continue with your conversation.” he still wasn't the best at this talking politely even in casual conversation. instead he continued to drink the rest of his glass silently as his eyes drifted off toward the snowball fights happening down the road.

@Bert Macklin@Achronum