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Scorched Earth

ok now that the storm has passed and i have power and internet again i will resume work on my post

Scorched Earth

Turzo "Wrath" Drunoda

The speech went as well as he could hope with the muscle bound meat heads and the ever so silent shadows lingering in the corner. The specters were definitely different they represented the saying, desperate times call for desperate measures. Not even the empire would push the human body so far with so many machines unless they were slave and a prized possession of a noble family. One who takes more value in the physical means of a person then what makes them a person in the first place.

The mages seemed to be rather distant or at least quiet not wanting to speak up so far. The knight across from them apparently called Kass spoke up as more soldiers filtered in, another noble knight by the looks of him. Still the traitor comment did catch his attention but did not let it show that it got under his skin.

“Unfortunately for you noble knight I neither have the time nor the crayons to explain the empires judicial system to you. However you can rest assured that because of an oath I swore, I am honor bound to fight against my nation. It’s a concept I don’t expect you to understand but I’m sure you will eventually.”

He wasn’t so high up on his pedestal to not be able to throw around a few insults now and then, by the smile on his face anyone could tell he enjoyed provoking the others. He was telling the truth after all, the justice system of the Vaim Empire was strife with loopholes and ancient customs that unless the Emperor himself wills it can be very hard to navigate. The oath of justice he swore was the reason he was fighting alongside them.

The old and rarely used custom that he invoked was used in times of trouble for the empire. If one saw something that needed changed they could challenge it. Depending on what it was, was dependent on what the individual had to do to change it. Most used this to lobby for small changes within the empire and few would go to the lengths he had. To put it simply one had to bring the case to the courts with evidence that something was wrong and effort by the person submitting it to show how important and or serious it was to them. These cases were always for the betterment of the empire and ultimately the emperor would have the final say.

For Turzo he had seen the corruption within the empire and its armies, they were supposed to be there to grow the empire and annex the surrounding nations. When he saw the rampant strife and destruction his fellows were doing to those who were conquered and made members of the empire angered him. Even if they were a slave they still had some rights on their path to being a full citizen. Seeing this he called in every favor and spent most of his wealth on people that would gather information and proof of these crimes while he went into self-isolation to fight against his own countrymen.

Through this he would gather his proof and show his effort by fighting. He knew that either on his death or when he returned he will be judged. Ultimately deciding whether he would be executed, exiled permanently, or rule that he was correct. Obviously people would fight him over it but in his eyes he was still an honorable patriot of the Vaim Empire.

Taking stock of their surroundings once more as the knight commander spoke up and began talking about the battle plan and how it was going to change. He took a better note of the “witch” standing next to him and the other mage covered in black that took up a position on the other side of him. Judging by their gear neither looked like the type that would be best at a distance like himself. Still they were battle mages like him just like the others behind him as well. He wondered how many would be able to make it out as the door to the hangar slid open revealing the battle ground below.

“For the glory of the Empire.” He spoke under his breath and turned toward their shuttle. then he called out to the other mages, “Come friends, let’s show these lessor’s just what power truly is.” With a smile he stepped up onto the shuttle but kept close to the door. The glow from him began to intensify as he worked on his breathing. It was time to get into the zone and be ready to be the destroyer he was made to be.

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ok there is turzo and a morale speech

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Turzo "Wrath" Drunoda

The hangar was busy, as busy s it gets when your about to hot drop into a combat zone. People scurried about completing tasks and making sure vehicles and super soldiers alike were stocked with ammo and supplies. You could see the panic in the faces of the new bloods and the stalwart determination of the veterans. The air was thick with the smell of oil, sweat, and the ever-looming smell of exhaust from the vehicles warming up. Flashing red and yellow lights and communicators calling everyone to general quarters. The distant rumble of battle slowly filling into the hull as the giant flying battle form shifted in the sky towards their objective.

Leaning against the southern wall near the crew quarters stood a man dressed in a thick coat with a deep hood that hid his face but not the subtle yellow and orange glow from what lingered underneath. A marine stood next to him obviously tasked with escorting the person around the ship. The sounds of beating tribal drums sounded loud in his communicator while he was working on his breathing. A form of meditation that he practiced before a battle to both gather the ambient mana from around him and prepare him for what is to come next.

A hand on his shoulder broke him from this, the marine tasked to escort him around the ship motioned towards the formation of soldiers in the middle of the hangar then left the man’s side to return to his duties. He had been with this nation for the last 6 months but still required him to travel with an escort when ever he was out of combat. It was part of the deal that allowed him to participate in the war otherwise he doubted the higher ranks would allow him to be even near the military in any sense thinking him to be a spy.

Wrath pushed the jacket off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, turning off his music and began to step forward towards the formation. Yellow and orange light flowed off him, even though he was of rather average height and build among the super soldiers and Knights. Turzo walked with the determination and grace of nobility. Each step was taken as if he was a giant among insects and the looks he gave the others around him said as much.

Other than the dampeners and shield generator he did not have much to cover the glowing tattoos and the shining emblem of his glorious Vaimese Empire boldly etched into his back. He wore what looked to be some sort of armored kilt that held his mirage field generators. His feet covered in a heavy armored combat boot. The eyes that glared at him as he walked past did not seem to phase the man at all, not even the nickname glowstick seemed to pull him from his bearing as a member of nobility.

Taking his place at the front of the formation for battle mages he let his eyes wander. He could see the hate of the others that looked at him as he was the basic embodiment of everything they were fighting against, a few here he did recognize at least. The knight commander who was his handler the first few months he was here and even now Turzo can only deploy wherever that man is. A noble gentleman who has been the only person he has met so far to garner the Mage’s respect in any way. Some of the super soldiers looked familiar but he hadn’t really talked with anyone here yet as that wasn’t his plan to gain allies on this side.

The mage that took her place next to him was a bit different and didn’t seem to get in his way too often, but it also didn’t seem like she held the same malice the others held for him. But that malice was good, it gave these people drive, that drive is what they needed right now.

As it stood the air was obviously tense normally it would be the captain or one of the honorable knights to speak up and say something. He found that whenever he did it was always with mixed results. He didn’t have too but the better the others fight the easier it is for him to clear out the battlefield.

“Soldiers of Belisio! Never was so much owed by so many to so few. Here you are legends, here you stand among them as brothers and sisters!”

As a noble it was his duty to say at least something if he were home. Of course, then it would have been to the other mages and not the slaves. As the mages are the nobility that send the slaves to slaughter in a war of attrition.

Waves of heat distortion began to pour off him while his shields flared keeping most of the heat, he was producing within them. “Stand firm in the face of this storm as your names are etched into history on this day! Legends never die When your nation is calling you! Specters! Knights! Soldier’s! Mages! Men and women of the Great nation of Belisio! Stand tall and fight for your nation, your people! Together we will push the enemy back! Together we will win this day for Belisio!”

He wasn’t expecting anything from them morale is a fickle beast one that can make or break a battle or a war. All he could hope was that it might have helped someone. Turzo stepped back into his formation and stopped radiating heat.

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Ill start working on mine in a bit im not at my house

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finnaly got Turzo posted

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Turzo "Wrath" Drunoda

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Turzo "Wrath" Drunoda

Name:
Turzo Drunoda

Title:
Wrath of the 7 suns

Portrait

Alias(es)/Callsign:
Wrath

Age:
32

Gender:
male

Description:
Standing at 6' with an athletic build Turzo doesn't stand out in this way to his peers and is quite average. What does make him stand out is his blond and yellow hair that drapes just past his shoulders, orange almost glowing eyes that hold strength and resolve. Then most notably, ritualistic tattoo's that span his entire body. These tattoos seem to glow with orange, red, and yellow colors, almost radiating mana from them. The symbol of the Empire of Vaim etched in the myriad of symbols across his back.

Role:
Battlemage

Specialty:
Siege Mage / crowd control

Personality:
Stoic, Arrogant, Calm, Hard headed, Formidable, Dignified. A few words that can sum up the mage. He can be a bit hard to get along with but tries his best to work well with others as he does understand the value of team work but socially he can be a bit standoffish in a way that may make others feel beneath him. His sometimes hard to work with attitude steaming from his upbringing within the nobility of the empire. However, through his shortcoming's he has a very strong sense of justice, that sense is the reason he went into self-exile and fights against the empire.

Background:

A glimpse into his past.

Turzo Drunoda (pronounced Droon-O-da) was born as the 4th child of the Drunoda house. This house was seen as nobility within the empire with the head of the house being the emperor’s Justicar. This position was the highest judge in the empire that worked directly below the Emperor in terms of chain of command. The houses primary job was to execute any and all orders and laws given by the emperor and the council of nobles and settle any legal disputes that the local courts can’t do themselves.

To say that his upbringing was rough just depends on your point of view. He didn’t have to struggle to get food or worry about money but the rigors of growing up in a noble house came with its own difficulties. Testing to be a mage was at the forefront of anything else, then came rigorous training and indoctrination that began at an early age regardless of who they were.

Once he was found out to be a mage he was almost immediately taken away to begin his training. Because of his position with his house the elders at the time wanted to perform a ritual to attempt to use natural and artificial means to increase the mana that one can use. The ritual took nearly a month to complete from training, to meditating, to eating strange herbs, having experimental drugs and technology being used on him, and being exposed to strange magic and chants. The ritual finished with tattoo’s engraved in his skin with magic and him being near constantly exposed to it for a full day. It almost killed him and left him in agony through the process.

The recovery period was several months and after the elders in charge decided to shelve the experiment for future use because of the absurd cost of materials and an unknown result. After his recover and subsequent training it was found that his ability to use higher amounts of mana were successful but unrefined and otherwise nearly uncontrollable. The best he could do at the time was point it in a general direction and hope for the best.

With the new found abilities and the completion of his training he was immediately sent to the front lines. The empire was an expansionist one and more people and resources were always needed. It was also at this time that he took a vow of justice and to uphold the founding philosophy’s of the empire and what it represented to him. He was naïve.

He witnessed the perverted cruelty first hand that was the empire and it enraged him. The needless slaughter and atrocities committed by slave and mage alike towards the people that they were supposed to be annexing or freeing from their kingdoms. They were to him citizens of the empire and to see such wrought and destruction brought him to rage. A rage he did not now he had or could control, the ritual and the mana from it was effecting his ability to remain stoic and unmoving. Yet all that power he had only brought more destruction as the siege mage let loose his furry on his fellow soldiers and mages. Overwhelming their defenses with sheer might in an inferno that raged into the night.

He left after this and turned to the only kingdom that would take him, the Nation of Belisio. They were skeptical at first and still don’t trust him entirely, why would someone join the losing side if not to simply spy on them. Their suspicions were for a good reason after all. In return for his stay and working relationship with the nation he gave up any and all information he had on the empire as well as signing off any attempt at having a private life always to be under the watchful eye of the governing body.

So now he fights for them, with them. To defeat his former homeland and more than likely some of his family. To him justice must be met with justice but right now the only way he can see himself having any hope at snapping his beloved empire out of its blood drunk crusade is to fight against it. One day he does hope to return home and return to an empire that he may change for the better for everyone.

Equipment:
Mark 5 Mirage Displacement Field: This displacement field generator is fitted around the users waist, when activated the field generates an illusionary clone by reflecting hard light. By doing this it creates a mirror image of the user 5ft from them either to the left or right of them while also cloaking their true position thus creating the mirage.

Personal Shield Generator: protects against energy weapons, fitted around the users left hip and using several small metal disks stuck around the user to support the field around the user.

3rd generation hard-light Sword: this weapon uses hard-light technology to create a sword that can cut and burn through flesh and metal alike.

Prototype Mana Dampeners: the closest thing to cybernetics he has, this dampener works to regulate his use and release of mana to a controllable level. This prevents him from losing control of his magic and his emotions. this is made up of two small bands that crisscross his back and chest.

Abilities:
It should be noted that he can only use one at a time unless his inhibitors are disabled, in which case he is unable to control his magic to an extent.

Pyrokinesis: Control and generation of flame, This element is what he is best at.

Terrakinesis: Manipulation of earth.

Hydrokinesis: Manipulation of water.

ElectroKinesis: Control and generation of electricity.

Extra:
He took the title he has as it holds significance to his people in one of their old religions.
He also can not hide or dampen the glow that comes off his tattoos, only by covering them or using cloaking of some kind can he make them go away.

theme:

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that looks pretty good. im still working on my mage

Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy Roleplay

Roak Vano Resol

Roak only cut down one pirate that was not quick enough to get out of his way while the others were overwhelmed by the growing mob behind him. Rage like this in a mob couldn’t last forever and it was a miracle they got them to keep going at this point. Still, with the level of confidence that these pirates took the ship he knew they had to have something other than small arms that would make them think they had even the slightest bit of hope to pull this job off.

Rounding the last corner towards the bridge he was met with the reason for their confidence and immediately reminded him on why he always had to be careful no matter the enemy. An E-web, the portable heavy machine gun capable of rendering even the best soldier’s useless if they got caught in its sights. Diving to the other side of the corridor with only a limited space between him and the heavy blast doors to the bridge.

This position was bad everyone could see it. The rage of the mob now floundering into fear as half of the mob left found itself tucked behind a cover pinned down by grenades and laser fire. He didn’t have any grenades on him and his one rocket was too explosive to use in this close of an environment. Taking a moment to take in his surroundings and the others trapped in the hall with them he took notice of a few individuals.

A Tusken raider that spoke in a way that he found familiar, throwing Molotov’s toward the turret and failing. What looked to be a blind man that seemed to change the physics of another Molotov that was tossed toward him and the resulting frustration from the Tusken. the man he tossed the bottle too seemed a little strange but he couldn't tell exactly why he felt that way, the blindfold itself was even a bit odd. these were individuals he would do well to at least talk to.

He could see what the others were attempting to do so he decided to help in the only way he could at the time. Covering fire. Shifting from his cover slightly he began to lay down sustained fire with his blaster rifle first at the pirates and their barricades then at the turret itself to draw its fire. He could only hope the others capitalized on the opening he was giving them. Roak wasn’t an idiot though, once the turret turned its gaze back to him he would retreat to cover only returning to open fire when the turret was either incapacitated or distracted once more.