@xChrome I think I'll keep the conversation going, but I'm waiting for your reply to continue.
EDIT: Nevermind! XD, but for future reference, could you use the mention thingy? Not trying to be a dick, just saying it sucks having to sift through the IC looking for a reply.
Skills: Swordplay, blocking, heavy armor, knows some blacksmithing and cooking
Personality: She’s a rather plucky kind of girl with the determined heart of a true warrior. Nariah stays dedicated to her cause and will fight tooth and nail to defend those she loves and holds dear to her. A bit challenged by her lack of knowledge (yes, she’s a bit dumb), she tends to be folly when it comes to thinking logically, but that’s not to say she is a complete idiot. What Nariah lacks in knowledge, she makes up for in bravery and compassion from the very depths of her heart. just like any rough and tumble warrior, she loves a good drink as much as she loves a good fight
Brief Bio:
Born in the snowy and pine covered mountain village of Dunenmer Hollow, Nariah was the daughter of Harken Stormblade, a former adventurer and the village's most esteemed blacksmith. She was a peculiar young lass. Her father would astound and amaze her greatly with tales of his many travels and endeavors, how he fought fearsome beasts and traversed vast and magical realms in his early days. So enthralled was the girl by the yearning for adventure, she would spend her many hours in the surrounding forests, swinging about a stick to the trees as if they were also terrifying monsters being slain by her sharp and powerful blade.
Harken was amused by it, but he also saw that very spark in his daughter's eye that he once held, though he was fearful to let his only flesh and blood venture from the village. Nevertheless, he taught Nariah over the years all that he knew of being an adventurer, how to fight and defend herself should the need arise, and when it was best to retreat from battle. Nariah soon became a competent swordswoman under her father's guidance, and not to mention a proficient blacksmith herself, but still the man was afraid to let his daughter go.
No matter how much Nariah persisted incessantly on her father letting her leave the village, Harken always gave her the same lecture, Ye are my only kin, and I am not going to let ye run off into danger, Nariah. Ye still have much to learn before I ever let ye venture from Dunenmer alone. The world is a far more sinister place, daughter. Having just a sword alone will not protect you.” It was difficult for Nariah to grasp what her father meant, blame it on her whimsical mind, yet she understood one thing….her father still saw her as a young girl. But dammit, she could fight. She knew the way of the sword and the shield, but her father was just too damn stubborn to let her go. Sooner or later, the old man would have to. How else would Nariah learn to grow?
Soon came the day a dreadful earthquake, with such rancorous horror, rattled violently the grounds about the quaint hollow and destroyed many homes. Blessed Tha'agorn no lives were lost in the chaos, but it was certain this was no ordinary tremor, neither was it the hammer of the mighty god of the forge crashing down upon the land. This was spawned of a great and immeasurable evil indeed so. The villagers, they feared for their lives and for those of their kin. Someone must venture out to the source of this madness and deal with it, they said, but Harken, in his gray age could not. It was just as Harken had feared, the burden had fallen...upon Nariah, as did the letter proclaim.
Before he sent his daughter off with all of his love and his blessings, he forged for Nariah a sword and shield, worthy of even the finest warrior of the land, and he also crafted a suit of armor for her, and last but not least, a beautiful pendant which the village elder blessed with a protection spell. Finally, he said his goodbyes to his daughter. "Ye be safe now, and be sure to come back and see ye old man, ye hear me daughter?" Heartily he chuckled hugging tight his child, now a full grown woman and the most competent warrior of their village. She had a long journey ahead of her, and the challenges she faced were sure to be harrowing, but nevertheless, Nariah would face them head-on, for the sake of her village and....for the sake of her father.
"Aye. I will father." She replied happily embracing the stout, old man. "I'll be sure to send word of me travels as well. Goodbye father."
"Goodbye, me daughter....and Tha'agorn keep you safe."
Equipment: A pendant of protection also forged for her by her father. She wears it at all times. She also carries a flask of mead and a whetstone for sharpening her sword. Also a blacksmithing hammer should the need arise. For the cold, she has a pelt made of wolf fur.
lololol...i'll PM her and see what happens lol but remind me pls new person, to tell every person i approve to put below their sheet, approved by @cloudystar
Skills: Swordplay, blocking, heavy armor, knows some blacksmithing and cooking
Personality: She’s a rather plucky kind of girl with the determined heart of a true warrior. Nariah stays dedicated to her cause and will fight tooth and nail to defend those she loves and holds dear to her. A bit challenged by her lack of knowledge (yes, she’s a bit dumb), she tends to be folly when it comes to thinking logically, but that’s not to say she is a complete idiot. What Nariah lacks in knowledge, she makes up for in bravery and compassion from the very depths of her heart. just like any rough and tumble warrior, she loves a good drink as much as she loves a good fight
Brief Bio:
Born in the snowy and pine covered mountain village of Dunenmer Hollow, Nariah was the daughter of Harken Stormblade, a former adventurer and the village's most esteemed blacksmith. She was a peculiar young lass. Her father would astound and amaze her greatly with tales of his many travels and endeavors, how he fought fearsome beasts and traversed vast and magical realms in his early days. So enthralled was the girl by the yearning for adventure, she would spend her many hours in the surrounding forests, swinging about a stick to the trees as if they were also terrifying monsters being slain by her sharp and powerful blade.
Harken was amused by it, but he also saw that very spark in his daughter's eye that he once held, though he was fearful to let his only flesh and blood venture from the village. Nevertheless, he taught Nariah over the years all that he knew of being an adventurer, how to fight and defend herself should the need arise, and when it was best to retreat from battle. Nariah soon became a competent swordswoman under her father's guidance, and not to mention a proficient blacksmith herself, but still the man was afraid to let his daughter go.
No matter how much Nariah persisted incessantly on her father letting her leave the village, Harken always gave her the same lecture, Ye are my only kin, and I am not going to let ye run off into danger, Nariah. Ye still have much to learn before I ever let ye venture from Dunenmer alone. The world is a far more sinister place, daughter. Having just a sword alone will not protect you.” It was difficult for Nariah to grasp what her father meant, blame it on her whimsical mind, yet she understood one thing….her father still saw her as a young girl. But dammit, she could fight. She knew the way of the sword and the shield, but her father was just too damn stubborn to let her go. Sooner or later, the old man would have to. How else would Nariah learn to grow?
Soon came the day a dreadful earthquake, with such rancorous horror, rattled violently the grounds about the quaint hollow and destroyed many homes. Blessed Tha'agorn no lives were lost in the chaos, but it was certain this was no ordinary tremor, neither was it the hammer of the mighty god of the forge crashing down upon the land. This was spawned of a great and immeasurable evil indeed so. The villagers, they feared for their lives and for those of their kin. Someone must venture out to the source of this madness and deal with it, they said, but Harken, in his gray age could not. It was just as Harken had feared, the burden had fallen...upon Nariah, as did the letter proclaim.
Before he sent his daughter off with all of his love and his blessings, he forged for Nariah a sword and shield, worthy of even the finest warrior of the land, and he also crafted a suit of armor for her, and last but not least, a beautiful pendant which the village elder blessed with a protection spell. Finally, he said his goodbyes to his daughter. "Ye be safe now, and be sure to come back and see ye old man, ye hear me daughter?" Heartily he chuckled hugging tight his child, now a full grown woman and the most competent warrior of their village. She had a long journey ahead of her, and the challenges she faced were sure to be harrowing, but nevertheless, Nariah would face them head-on, for the sake of her village and....for the sake of her father.
"Aye. I will father." She replied happily embracing the stout, old man. "I'll be sure to send word of me travels as well. Goodbye father."
"Goodbye, me daughter....and Tha'agorn keep you safe."
Equipment: A pendant of protection also forged for her by her father. She wears it at all times. She also carries a flask of mead and a whetstone for sharpening her sword. Also a blacksmithing hammer should the need arise. For the cold, she has a pelt made of wolf fur.
Evelyn glared at Nara muttering, "Really, Windy?" That was her last cigarette Nara had blown out. She sighed irritable and flicked it away, flopping down a seat next to Nara and propping her shoes up on the table. "Fine then. Anyone here have any bright ideas? No? Okay, moving on then. I say we just stick together on this dumb superhero business. We're better off anyways fighting as a team if Anna comes after us again, or this weird Organization she works for. Sounds to me like these guys have supers as well working for them."
"Nara's right." Evelyn said after a brief silence. She was still reeling from the overwhelming astoundment of their discovery. "Look at this place." Grandly Ev gestured to everything around her. "We have everything we need, plus...just look who it belonged to. These guys, the...Watch Dogs or whatever, they were like us, but they used their powers for good. Yeah...this is gonna sound corny, but...maybe we should be out there too, chasing criminals, protecting the city, that sort of shit. I mean I know we got a crazy Russian bitch and god knows who else hunting us, but if we're gonna fight back, we should at least let the world know we're not a bunch of monsters out to cause chaos. Our powers can make a difference."
Wow...that was corny, and it only took Evelyn a second to realize it as her face turned beat red and she slapped her palm to her face. "Yeah...that was totally gay. If anyone needs me, I'll be washing my mouth out with bleach." Evelyn grumbled before storming off to change herself. Apparently one of the Watch Dogs had the same sense in fashion as Ev, I.E.: looking like they robbed the Hot Topic.
Ev stepped out of the changing room wearing a pair of black skinny jeans with a silver wallet chain, a black Bullet for my Valentine tank top, and black and white Converse high tops. There were also some spiked and studded braces on her wrists and a demon sword pendant around her neck.
"Well then, super losers," Ev approached them with a hand on her hip, the other holding a freshly lit cig. "Are we just gonna stand here like idiots, or are we gonna go out there and kick some ass. Personally, I think Nara would want us to plan this out, but I'm up for just straight up beating the shit out of that psycho Anna. Who's with me?"
The others had gone, yet Anna still felt their dreadful presence looming over her. It came in those ill words spoken by her Master; one chance was all she had. She sighed curled up in a little ball, her blood red locks falling into her eyes so full of worry. Maria wasn't going to help her, and neither was Master. Anna was to kill them on her own.... Another sigh heaved, she slipped her hand into her pocket, pulling out a small sliver pocket watch. She pressed the button, the lid flipping open and a gentle chiming melody playing. The melody of the watch, it soothed her in those desperate times, those times she wanted the world to go away and let her live peacefully.
She closed the watch and got up, slipping it back into her pocket and dusting herself off grabbing her rifle. She had a mission to complete. There was no time anymore for tears.
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