“Yes… sadly that’s how it always end.” Mei agreed with a nod.” I left 2 of my weapons and a set of armor here in Stormwind when I arrived to leave everything behind.” Meirie explained with a sigh.
” My original equipment is stored in Exodar though, but the things that are here in Stormwind are the same ones I used to clash with the Legion when I crossed into Outland for the first time since we came to this world.” She said, walking down the corridor searching for a room for them to rest in.
“But yes… guess one cannot simply bury his past. Eventually a situation arises when you either pick up your weapon again or you simply die a sad existence. I sound like a hypocrite… just look at me, just a few hours ago I was wasting myself in a cheep inn, I’m dressed in cheap clothing…” She added, eventually stopping by one of the doors in the hall. She couldn’t hear anything from within and she had a good feel about this one. Though the nice feeling about it could just have been the second kiss Vashi placed on her cheek. It caused Meirie to smile once more, before nodding.” Well I guess it’s my time to return to the world.”
“Alright hten, I guess this room will have to do.” She stated with calm voice and carefully reached with her right hand to open it, still keeping Vashi in her embrace. Once she pressed the doorhandle, and the door started to move, Mei took a ready stance, to reflect any possible drunken night elves that jump at them from inside.
Catherine grind her teeth, trying to keep herself from going onto a rage rant at the psyker. She felt such anger towards that woman right now, she had not done anything wrong! She had always been following orders until the Imperium had forsaken her and she was left to fate. Now they had the audacity to appear and treat her like she had been a simple pest to be take down.’ Not now…’ Cath repeated in her head over and over to not jump onto the psyker’s neck right there.
Finally as the psyker left the room, Catherine couldn’t stop herself and rose her left fist in the air, bringing it down to the ground with force. She was breathing heavily and a certain anger could be seen in her eyes, though it shouldn’t be much of a surprise after being treated like that. She finally took a very deep breath, held it for a few second before she exhaled.” Well… at least that final statement from her shows, she’s feeling some inferiority… she still has room to grow… maybe.” She added with a slight smile, slowly standing up from the ground and stretching before leaving the room also.
It took her a few minutes, but she finally found the only thing she wanted… her Eldar Chainsword. She threw a look at it and noticed a certain little something something added to the handle. The trigger mechanism to activate the chains was locked with a safety device. She sighed in annoyance. They must have added it at some point after she was throw into the infiltration mission. She shrugged, before sheathing it and locking the sheath to her hip in the belt. Locked or not, it was still her one thing she really had all for herself so she was going to carry it.
Afterwards she quickly made her way over to the drop ship, cringing mentally when she saw the psyker. The guardswoman’s body took a very proud posture as she walked over her own seat.
if it depended on me, probably throwing an opened bottle of oil down the path where Adrianne was trying to walk away from thinking she is soo good and all xD and them snikering in Adrianne's face was she finds herself also on the ground like Cath, but all oily!
It's been so many years since Wylde had left Alexandria and now she found herself arriving back at her home. It was in quite the different circumstances though. She was now working for Tantalus. The job was fine, the pay was alright, she got to travel a lot and even to practice her fencing while also teaching the others around some moves to make better performances. Overall it was worth it!
"I'm always ready for the stage, boss." Wylde replied with a smile, adjusting her glasses. She was sitting on top of a barrel, her legs crossed elegantly as she looked at the scenes unfolding in front of her between Monica and Baku." Hehehe, can't wait to show the fools in the audience some class A fight performance!" She stated, throwing a look around.
Location: Just outside the wagon. Interacting With: Sona and almost Lerraina(kind of)
“I just was trying to help…” Satilla replied to Keystone with quiet voice as she tried to take as firm grab of the edge of the wagon as she can to try and help Keystone with raising it up from the mud. Her hands quickly started to hurt for she was not used to such exertion, but she still kept at it until the man seemed to enter some kind of ‘RAGE’ feeling state and put enough strength to raise the wagon. Frankly she found it trully impressive how the man could display such strength.
Her hands now freed from the pressure, Satialla felt such a pain through her palms and fingers, but kept quiet. She didn’t even help really… Keystone rose it on his own, her strength wasn’t enough to help him which made her feel somewhat bad. She then looked at ‘Gretchin’, the new arrival. Because of the rain and the pain she felt in her arms, she didn’t try talking much right now and attempt to outnoise the rain, so she just gave the woman a greeting wave with her arm and said a brief introduction.” Good day, miss Gretchin, my name is Satilla.” Was all she said, before she turned to the wagon, attempting to keep up with it as it moved, so she can pull a bandage from her backpack, to wrap her bruised palms.
As the others were dealing around with Gretchin, Satilla was attempting to wrap tightly her hands with the bandage so the bruises and damaged skin isn’t showing and won’t get in touch with surfaces. She so shouldn’t have tried to help with the lifting, but didn’t regret it. She just now had to suffer it out till the pain subsides.
“Miss Sona, can you help me with tying the bandages…?” Satilla asked the elf whom she healed earlier. She couldn’t tie it up alone on the top of her palms so she needed help with it.
Guess it would be best to switch Kosara and wrath for now :3 cause well Kosara doesn't see normally. :3 Cant petrify that which sees not one'\s eyes/ Or at least that's how they did it in the ancient greek times xD
Clarice's strike hit true this time as ther ultimate impacted Sion. The dust, the rubble that flew everywhere, made even her unable to keep track of the enemy. She brough a hand to cover her eyes from the dust as it was starting to slowly settle. Suddenly a wave of fatigue hit her, as the last of her energy reserves were being depleted, her body regained it's normal form, her sword vanishing in a cloud of small lights that scattered and swiftly disappeared.
The warrior woman fell on a knee, breathing heavily as she looked at what was left behind by Sion. Frankly that she didn't really expect, but wasn't completely surprised either. An younger boy... as Liam said they just beated the hell out of a boy, but not quite.
"Correction, we beated Sion... the boy seems relatevely unscratched so I guess once we defeated his transformed state, he just reverted without much harm done to him." Clarice said, trying to catch her breath." I'm fine at least... Been a little while since I fought anyone properly." She replied and with a final deep breath she stood up, standing tall and proud. She still was tired, but that was not going to hinder her normal movement atleast... much.
"What do we do now?" She asked, throwing a look around." We cannot let police catch us, nor these rampaging ones." She said, nodding towards the sleeping boy who was Sion.
Name: Wylde Ostera Nickname: Race: Human Age: 27. Gender: Female
Appearance: Picture or description. Use a hider.
Additionally she has a chain like scars across all her right arm, neck and across her torso as if a long chain has been wrapped around her body and burned her skin at those places, leaving clear scars behind.
Proportionality:
Weight: 63 kg Height: 1.73 m Frame: Atlethic
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Personality:- Wylde is an extremely straightforward person. She does what she wants, says what is on her mind and doesn’t hold back for no one. She prefers company over solitude and has been known to search for people to spend time with. Due her work as a duelist for hire, she is used to traveling and loves it. Additionally she loves to meet new people and duel them if the chance presents itself. Warrior, mages, rogues, archers and all others, she loves experiencing new challenges and actively seeks out strong opponents. As a last note to mention she enjoys alcohol a lot. Especially before and after fights or when it’s full moon.
Job: Duelist
Fighting Style: When without weapon, Wylde’s main fighting style on extreme mobility and footwork that allows her to dodge and position herself for fast retaliation strikes, targeting vital points.
Weapons from strongest to weakest: Rappier > lance > dagger. Armors/Outfits Self explanatory. Besides a single armguard on her left hand and a kneeguard on her right leg, she wears no other armor. As clothing she wears light so it doesn’t affect her mobility. Weight Class: LIGHT.
Familiar: Castanica
Because I'm changing the summoning up, everyone get's one. First come first serve, you can be creative. However, you start with just ONE. You get one to two additional magic types. One Resistance/ absorbance. And a passive. List the strengths it gives you, as well as the passive. Nothing stupidly powerful please.
Familiar Abilities: Allows darkness and negative status magics to be used. Grants immunity to darkness effects and resistance to sleep, slow, doom. Passive- grants the user low light vision. Weakness: Anything with light or fire attribute.
Movement Type: Stationary or slow walk.
Familiar Size: Large (Somewhat close to a Behemoth.).
Relic Weapons: A jet black lance, with black and purple like wisps swirling around it.
Relic Armors: An armor made out of jet black cloth and chains. Once summoned it wraps around the user, surrounding them with dark and purple wisps similar to the weapon. Additionally it releases a black mist/miasma.
Trance: In trance, Wylde’s speed triples along with her reflexes. Her body seems to get even slender, but without losing any physical strength. Her body starts to shine in pale blue and her weapon usually turns into crystal.
Note, these do effect the trances as well to some degree. - That degree being that these items will get buffed up to some degree. - These however do not disrupt your default trance.
Flat State. (Your standard CS reflects this already.) - This basically means when your familiar is inactive. Relic gear disappears until that familiar is active. - It also means your attributes return to base value. Meaning no buffs or debuffs to compensate.
Relic Items. - These are unbreakable, but because of that they at times will not be as strong as the items you craft. - These however are items that do get stronger as your familiar bonds with you in battle.
- In short, good alternatives to not destroying your gear. These are not required to be used when the familiar is summoned, but if you do not wish to use them, you can have the familiar handle it.
- These don't override your gear. Though Relic armors or robes will either go over your current attire, or under based on if you are wearing Knight like armor or not.
- However, if you wish for your clothing to shift to reflect your style, that is fine. But you should state what is overrides if you wish it to.
Familiar Sizes and movement types. - Just basically gives me a way to gauge how they fight, move and function. - The sizes basically mean how likely they are to draw attention or stay hidden. - And how far they may or may not reach. Trance: Basically a form of sheer will and power. All attributes pretty much increase, as well as getting additional abilities you may not otherwise have by normal means.
- The way Trance is activated is through stress and emotions. So tension can induce this. - Your body can shift form due to the sheer power. Such as changing figure a bit.
Pros- Your Strengths. Extremely fast, hard to hit and has devastating counters, lots of experience as a professional soldier and mercenary. Her debuffs devastate the enemy’s abilities as fight goes on. Cons- Your weaknesses. Dependent on dodges, has low health, doesn’t have magic besides her familiar’s. Racial Strengths- Can use multiple weapons Racial Weaknesses- Limited magics beside those of her familiar
Sets: Leave this blank for the time being. All this is, is equipment sets. Usually just outfits and items that you switch between.
Background: Wylde was born in the capital of Alexandria. Daughter of a small noble, it was decided she will be a member of the military since the day she was born. As a young child she showed extreme promises as she seemed to be a natural athlete. By the age of 17 she had proven she is indeed worthy of the army and was already considered an accomplished duelist with great potential. The life in the army didn’t suit her though. She was always catching herself looking in the far distance and down towards the misty lands, yearning to go out on her own into the vast open world. Many times during guard duty, she would sneak away into the library to read of distant lands and monsters that one couldn’t see near Alexandria.
It was two months after her 17th birthday that she finally decided she will leave the army and head out on her own. Her choice was not received well by her family and her superiors, but she had already decided and there was no way anyone would stop her really once her mind was made up. She left her uniform behind and set out with the first airship that left the capital. She didn’t even ask where they were headed, she was going to find out when they arrived!
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