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Simone continued his walk, putting some distance between him and Gertrud. They might be Weapon and Meister, but the list of things they had in common was very low. As Simone looked around the courtyard, one particular thing stuck out to him: A girl in a pink nurse uniform. Simone almost tripped over his on feet when he saw the girl dressed as a nurse. From here, he could see the tag on her uniform that read 'WEAPON'. The uniform seemed to do a pretty good job leaving only a little to the imagination. After a few moments, Simone realized that he had been standing fairly still, staring at a the girl for a while now. He quickly cocked his head the other way, trying to look more natural, and less like a creep. It seemed that more and more people had found their partner, and things might be settling in now. Simone decided to start walking back towards Gertrud. She'd no doubt want him for something by this point. She couldn't go long with needing Simone to do something.
Simone chuckled as Gertrud was rebuffed by the blue-haired newcomer. The two went on to talk, and when Gertrud took the liberty to introduce him, Simone gave a small wave. Simone then watched as Gertrud began her social butterfly dance, attempting to be polite and posh as possible to the newcoming, while also attempting to inject a little small talk, something he knew Gertrud wasn't the best at. Simone stuck his hands in his pockets, and zoned out for a moment. Then, without so much as a word, he walked off, deciding to let his meister and the new comer to talk it out. Simone walked past a few benches, taking his time slowly. He was looking at all the weapons showing off their powers. It was hard to admit, but Simone was jealous of them. He never got to go through the entire circus that this event was. He was pretty much destined to be Gertrud's Weapon from day one. He was also fairly jealous of some of the powers other weapons possessed. Simone eventually shrugged off the feeling. They could have their fancy weapons all they want, he had fun being what he was, and he wasn't going to aspire to be like anyone else.
Simone sighed as he listened to Trude complain. This was a daily occurrence, always bickering about the shortcomings of others, and the lack of hindsight of plans. He decided to entertain her. "Just relax. It's not like this is a big deal." Simone said, with another exasperated sigh. Simone watched as the other Meisters and Weapons bounced around the courtyard, carrying on with there own activities. As he stood there, he played with his tag that read off as 'WEAPON'. After a moment, he torn the tag off, and let it slowly drop to the ground. "Yeah, yeah. I have everything." Simone replied, as he kicked his duffel bag. Honestly, Simone could actually be forgetting something, but he was too worried about getting Trude off his case. "Maybe you wouldn't fidget and worry so much if you went and met new people, instead of just getting your panties in a twist." Simone commented, with a sly smirk. Poking fun at Gertrud was always Simone's favorite pastime. After lackadaisical gazing around the courtyard, Simone's eyes fixed on a pale skinned ginger girl, blocking the sun from her face with a hand. "There. Maybe you can go talk to that girl about how absolutely miffed you are." Simone said, with a chuckle. Simone looked up at sky, enjoying the heat from the sun. It didn't bother him as much as it did other people, which is maybe because he had probably spent far more time in the outdoors than anyone else here.
Despite being best friends with Trude for many years, her incessant bickering always managed to entertain him. It was like watching a rabbit run circles, slowly tiring itself out over time. Being her weapon, this could take a toll on Simone, but he learned to roll with the proverbial punches. Sneaking away, zoning out, and finding ways to keep his mind from being corrupted from her constant state of worry. If Gertrud had it her way, Simone would be the 'perfect' weapon, putting everything he had into his work, and she often tried to change Simone into this 'perfect' weapon. Simone sighed as time went on. At this point, Simone just wanted the day to end, and was secretly hoping that tonight would bring some type of party that Simone could attend.
Despite being best friends with Trude for many years, her incessant bickering always managed to entertain him. It was like watching a rabbit run circles, slowly tiring itself out over time. Being her weapon, this could take a toll on Simone, but he learned to roll with the proverbial punches. Sneaking away, zoning out, and finding ways to keep his mind from being corrupted from her constant state of worry. If Gertrud had it her way, Simone would be the 'perfect' weapon, putting everything he had into his work, and she often tried to change Simone into this 'perfect' weapon. Simone sighed as time went on. At this point, Simone just wanted the day to end, and was secretly hoping that tonight would bring some type of party that Simone could attend.
Awesome! Thanks for making a list!
Alright! Cool!
When will we start?
Pyroman, did Epsir and I get approved to be Miester and Weapon together?
Would it be alright if I was the weapon of my friend? They should be posting their bio fairly shortly.
Name: Soah Lander
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human, infected with Lycanthropy
Appearance: Soah has long dark hair, that's shoulder length. While the hair is long in the back, Soah manages to keep most of the hair out of his eyesight. The long dark hair is thick, and curls near the end of it's strands. Soah, being a traveler, doesn't typically take care of his hair, leaving it matted in some parts, and looking like a mop head most of the time. Soah is about 5'10, and a little on the chubby side, from being the son of a well-off baker. While Soah still has muscle mass, it's not a whole lot. He wouldn't seem threatening to anyone at all. the chubby part of him helps give his face a boyish like look to it, as well. Soah possesses a set of deep brown eyes, and a fairly normal looking face. He keeps a short stubble, but for the most part he attempts to keep himself clean shaven. He figures long hair with a full beard would make him look a little too dirty. Soah's skin is fairly pale, having worked inside his whole life and never really spending much time at all outside.
Appearance, when the lycanthropy surfaces: Soah, while a lycan, stands roughly 7 foot 5 inches, and ripples with muscles. His fur is the typical light grey color of a wolf, along with the piercing yellow eyes. It takes time for Soah to fully transform into a lycan. Roughly about 2 minutes of full time will pass before the full transformation is over. During this time, Soah will start to gain canine-like features, including a influx of hair grown on his arms, legs, and face, sharp canine teeth, his fingers turnings into claws, and his muscle mass gaining.
Clothing: Soah typically likes to wear loose fitting clothing, as it hides his chubby side fairly well (To which is very shy about). This includes a baggy beige tunic, along with a set of nice tan traveler's pants, which possess many pockets. Soah, being a traveler, possesses a pair of leather hide boots, which he adores. Along Soah's waist is a belt which carries multiple pouches, and bags, which he uses to carry the majority of his smaller gear. Soah also carries a medium size blue backpack with him, which he uses to store his larger gear, like blankets and food. Soah often likes to wear his dark blue cloak, which he usually stores in his backpack. His cloak his ripped and torn in many places, and has a permnant stain of mud on the bottom of the cloak, from where Soah's many journies have left their mark. Soah also carries a hat that he has grown fond of. The hat is a light blue flat cap, that looks fairly new. Soah acquired it during his travels, and wears it as often as he can.
Weapons: Soah's only weapon he carries on himself is a short sword, which resides in it's sheath on his belt. Soah uses the short sword for many tasks. Cooking, skinning, digging small holes, picking his teeth, it's his catch-all tool. Because of this, Soah keeps up with it's care, and makes sure it is in tip-top shape. The short sword is also silver-edged, something that goes unnoticed to many people.
Weapons, Lycan: Soah, while a lycan, has the obvious weapons a werewolf would have. Two powerful claws, and razor sharp teeth. While a lycan, Soah can take tremedous amounts of punishment, and keep on going. Possessing supernatural speed, strength, endurance, and even a fairly good sense of smell, Soah is very dangerous in lycan form. Probably the most dangerous thing about Soah's lycan form is that he has very little control in this form. Soah is not able to willingly turn into a werewolf, at any time. The only times he is able to turn is during a full moon, during a werewolves normal feasting period, and very his body is in danger. Only severe wounds, and the threat of death can cause Soah to fully transform. Soah, however, can some what tap into his lycan powers, while retaining control. Only under extreme stress will this be possible, though, and Soah can often not control it. Tapping into this slowly starts to make Soah's appearance change more and more into the canine look. A muzzle might start to appear, he may grow more hair, his nails may become longer and sharper, and he may gain more speed and strength. Soah's hand-to-hand prowess is very limited, leading to a more brawler like approach to things.
Personality: Soah is a silent man. He tends to keep away from social interactions. Soah will try his best to keep his silence, but will relent if pressed to speak up. Soah is a very short tempered man, and tends to be quick to anger and violence. If Soah let's stress and outside problems overwhelm him, he could lose slight control to his lycan-side. Luckily, though, Soah has become skillful at getting himself to calm back down, and keeping his cool. Despite his personality, though, Soah has an unatural deep and gruff voice, that often makes people nervous around him. Underneath, Soah can be a 'nice' guy to his friends, but always attempts to keep up his tough-guy persona. Stress can wear down Soah, though, and he eventually gets to the point where he relishes a chance to cut loose a little, and become a little dangerous.
History: Soah was born to a well-made baker in the Captiol city. Noblity, and well-known people would often come in (or their couriers would) to grab food. The food was well of quality, and fairly cheap for Captiol food. Soah learned the baker's trade early, and was prepared to take over his father's business. However, a group of self-styled werewolf hunters came to the Captiol, to much fanfare. Soah, yearning for an adventure at the ripe age of 15, volunteered to help the hunters, acting as a type of squire. The werewolf hunters decided to let this young boy tag along, mainly because they'd be able to get free food from Soah's father for their trip. During the long hunt, which lasted well over a month, Soah saw a lot of things. Destroyed villages, dead bodies mangled beyond recgonition, people thought to be infect by the lycan's bite executed by the group of hunters, and entire communites torn asunder by one beast. Soah soon learned to hate the monster, and whole race of them. Never before had Soah been exposed to this level of suffering, and he took a vow, in front of a priest and his adopted group of werewolf hunters, to slay every werewolf he came across. A bold move for a boy still in his teens. The hunt came to a conclusion a few days after Soah's oath. The werewolf, now in his human form, was hiding in a small shack, far from any village. Soah, being bold and brave, especially since the werewolf was now removed from his dangerous lycan form, took his knife and charged the man. The rest of the group watched, waiting for the young Soah to take his first werewolf kill and become an offical werewolf hunter. The fight between Soah and the man didn't last long. Soah had no idea how to kill a man, and only managed to wound the man. The man, powered by his Lycanthropy, started to turn. The tables were soon turned, and Soah was left badly injured, but badly hurt. The rest of the group of 'hardcore' werewolf hunters soon fled, with the werewolf hot on their heels. Soah, bloodied and in a bad state, stumbled for miles before coming across a small, peaceful village. The villagers, ignorant of werewolves, took Soah in, fed him and nursed him, until he was good enough to walk. After roughly three weeks, Soah was on his way out of the town. Soah remembered traveling at night, through the countryside, as he looked up at the wide blue sky. A full moon was out, and Soah, ignorant that he was infected, settled in a inn at the next village. Soah woke up the next day, mid-afternoon, and naked in the middle of the street with dead bodies caking the roads. It was only then that Soah realized what he had become. He cursed, swore, cried, and fought for several days, refusing to sleep. The young 16 year old boy was now a lycan, something he had swore to kill. Refusing to go back to the Captiol, for fear of his life and his families, he went on the run, traveling the entirety of the Arcarti continent. He kept to his oath, though, and any werewolf he came across, he slayed. Now 24, Soah has yet to kill a werwolf, and has somewhat given up on his dream. He perfers to travel, and see sights. He also uses his traveler alias as a good way to hide his lycan nature. Soah has prevented another incident, like his first one, and often subsitutes his feedings of humans for feedings on local fauna.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human, infected with Lycanthropy
Appearance: Soah has long dark hair, that's shoulder length. While the hair is long in the back, Soah manages to keep most of the hair out of his eyesight. The long dark hair is thick, and curls near the end of it's strands. Soah, being a traveler, doesn't typically take care of his hair, leaving it matted in some parts, and looking like a mop head most of the time. Soah is about 5'10, and a little on the chubby side, from being the son of a well-off baker. While Soah still has muscle mass, it's not a whole lot. He wouldn't seem threatening to anyone at all. the chubby part of him helps give his face a boyish like look to it, as well. Soah possesses a set of deep brown eyes, and a fairly normal looking face. He keeps a short stubble, but for the most part he attempts to keep himself clean shaven. He figures long hair with a full beard would make him look a little too dirty. Soah's skin is fairly pale, having worked inside his whole life and never really spending much time at all outside.
Appearance, when the lycanthropy surfaces: Soah, while a lycan, stands roughly 7 foot 5 inches, and ripples with muscles. His fur is the typical light grey color of a wolf, along with the piercing yellow eyes. It takes time for Soah to fully transform into a lycan. Roughly about 2 minutes of full time will pass before the full transformation is over. During this time, Soah will start to gain canine-like features, including a influx of hair grown on his arms, legs, and face, sharp canine teeth, his fingers turnings into claws, and his muscle mass gaining.
Clothing: Soah typically likes to wear loose fitting clothing, as it hides his chubby side fairly well (To which is very shy about). This includes a baggy beige tunic, along with a set of nice tan traveler's pants, which possess many pockets. Soah, being a traveler, possesses a pair of leather hide boots, which he adores. Along Soah's waist is a belt which carries multiple pouches, and bags, which he uses to carry the majority of his smaller gear. Soah also carries a medium size blue backpack with him, which he uses to store his larger gear, like blankets and food. Soah often likes to wear his dark blue cloak, which he usually stores in his backpack. His cloak his ripped and torn in many places, and has a permnant stain of mud on the bottom of the cloak, from where Soah's many journies have left their mark. Soah also carries a hat that he has grown fond of. The hat is a light blue flat cap, that looks fairly new. Soah acquired it during his travels, and wears it as often as he can.
Weapons: Soah's only weapon he carries on himself is a short sword, which resides in it's sheath on his belt. Soah uses the short sword for many tasks. Cooking, skinning, digging small holes, picking his teeth, it's his catch-all tool. Because of this, Soah keeps up with it's care, and makes sure it is in tip-top shape. The short sword is also silver-edged, something that goes unnoticed to many people.
Weapons, Lycan: Soah, while a lycan, has the obvious weapons a werewolf would have. Two powerful claws, and razor sharp teeth. While a lycan, Soah can take tremedous amounts of punishment, and keep on going. Possessing supernatural speed, strength, endurance, and even a fairly good sense of smell, Soah is very dangerous in lycan form. Probably the most dangerous thing about Soah's lycan form is that he has very little control in this form. Soah is not able to willingly turn into a werewolf, at any time. The only times he is able to turn is during a full moon, during a werewolves normal feasting period, and very his body is in danger. Only severe wounds, and the threat of death can cause Soah to fully transform. Soah, however, can some what tap into his lycan powers, while retaining control. Only under extreme stress will this be possible, though, and Soah can often not control it. Tapping into this slowly starts to make Soah's appearance change more and more into the canine look. A muzzle might start to appear, he may grow more hair, his nails may become longer and sharper, and he may gain more speed and strength. Soah's hand-to-hand prowess is very limited, leading to a more brawler like approach to things.
Personality: Soah is a silent man. He tends to keep away from social interactions. Soah will try his best to keep his silence, but will relent if pressed to speak up. Soah is a very short tempered man, and tends to be quick to anger and violence. If Soah let's stress and outside problems overwhelm him, he could lose slight control to his lycan-side. Luckily, though, Soah has become skillful at getting himself to calm back down, and keeping his cool. Despite his personality, though, Soah has an unatural deep and gruff voice, that often makes people nervous around him. Underneath, Soah can be a 'nice' guy to his friends, but always attempts to keep up his tough-guy persona. Stress can wear down Soah, though, and he eventually gets to the point where he relishes a chance to cut loose a little, and become a little dangerous.
History: Soah was born to a well-made baker in the Captiol city. Noblity, and well-known people would often come in (or their couriers would) to grab food. The food was well of quality, and fairly cheap for Captiol food. Soah learned the baker's trade early, and was prepared to take over his father's business. However, a group of self-styled werewolf hunters came to the Captiol, to much fanfare. Soah, yearning for an adventure at the ripe age of 15, volunteered to help the hunters, acting as a type of squire. The werewolf hunters decided to let this young boy tag along, mainly because they'd be able to get free food from Soah's father for their trip. During the long hunt, which lasted well over a month, Soah saw a lot of things. Destroyed villages, dead bodies mangled beyond recgonition, people thought to be infect by the lycan's bite executed by the group of hunters, and entire communites torn asunder by one beast. Soah soon learned to hate the monster, and whole race of them. Never before had Soah been exposed to this level of suffering, and he took a vow, in front of a priest and his adopted group of werewolf hunters, to slay every werewolf he came across. A bold move for a boy still in his teens. The hunt came to a conclusion a few days after Soah's oath. The werewolf, now in his human form, was hiding in a small shack, far from any village. Soah, being bold and brave, especially since the werewolf was now removed from his dangerous lycan form, took his knife and charged the man. The rest of the group watched, waiting for the young Soah to take his first werewolf kill and become an offical werewolf hunter. The fight between Soah and the man didn't last long. Soah had no idea how to kill a man, and only managed to wound the man. The man, powered by his Lycanthropy, started to turn. The tables were soon turned, and Soah was left badly injured, but badly hurt. The rest of the group of 'hardcore' werewolf hunters soon fled, with the werewolf hot on their heels. Soah, bloodied and in a bad state, stumbled for miles before coming across a small, peaceful village. The villagers, ignorant of werewolves, took Soah in, fed him and nursed him, until he was good enough to walk. After roughly three weeks, Soah was on his way out of the town. Soah remembered traveling at night, through the countryside, as he looked up at the wide blue sky. A full moon was out, and Soah, ignorant that he was infected, settled in a inn at the next village. Soah woke up the next day, mid-afternoon, and naked in the middle of the street with dead bodies caking the roads. It was only then that Soah realized what he had become. He cursed, swore, cried, and fought for several days, refusing to sleep. The young 16 year old boy was now a lycan, something he had swore to kill. Refusing to go back to the Captiol, for fear of his life and his families, he went on the run, traveling the entirety of the Arcarti continent. He kept to his oath, though, and any werewolf he came across, he slayed. Now 24, Soah has yet to kill a werwolf, and has somewhat given up on his dream. He perfers to travel, and see sights. He also uses his traveler alias as a good way to hide his lycan nature. Soah has prevented another incident, like his first one, and often subsitutes his feedings of humans for feedings on local fauna.
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