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Viva la Vida: The Price of Freedom (Closed)

A Favor

As Conall walked away he was replaying everything in his mind. “He couldn't really have done all this right?” he asked himself in a low voice as he had reached the courtyard of the castle. Looking around he saw that the castle had become very peaceful after all that had happened in the past day. Only a few guards were visible on tops of the wall. From what he had heard most of the vanguard got put on guard duty within the city to stop the possibility of riots. He laughed to himself and thanked the gods above he wasn't around that bastard of a prince when he gave the order. ‘Little shite thinks he owns us.’ He thoughtato himself. Looking to the main entrance he could see a few guards had been left to ensure no one left or entered the castle grounds.

“Stop right there.” one of the men called out. “No one is allowed to enter or leave the castle under order of th..”

“Of the king. Yes i'm quite aware of the orders at the moment but as you can see i'm in a hurry and don't have time for your games lad.” Conall said cutting off the young man who clearly was new to the job. “I can see your not used to this whole thing considering your shaken in your boots like a damned child so I wont hold it against you.” he paused for a second to let the young lad regain his composer seeing the towering figure before him. “I'm a member of the Vanguard and his majestys personal guard which means i report directly to him. I do think if I am permitted to go as i please. Unless of course you feel the need to challenge me, boy.” he finished leaning closer to the poor boy emphasise the difference in size between the two.

“Well i mean i uh um” the boy began to stammer clearly not sure what to do.”

“Quite torturing the boy Conall he isn't even old enough to have been with a women.” an older voice began to laugh from the other side of the gate. “You know your always aloud through these gates. Now get on before I knock that smirk off your face.”

“I was just breaking him in for you old man.” he said as he hit the young boy in the shoulder somewhat softly. “I'd like to see you try old man, but i'm afraid i might end your career as a guard.” he finished as he left the castle grounds entering into the city.

The city before him was oddly empty of citizens and seemed almost deserted. About the only people he even saw in the streets were other vanguard members that seemed to be patrolling around the street. Oddly enough however he could see any of the officers around the streets. “Lazy bastards must be sitting in a tavern getting drunk off there asses.” he said to himself hating how most people of power became complacent and lazy with themselves. “Although i could go for a few drinks after today.” this time speaking out loud as he continued to look for the backers house Eleanor had told him about. After a short walk he found what he could partially be the bakers house.

Making his way to the front door of the small house he knocked on it hoping that they were in their own home on this night. After a few moments of waiting Conall knocked once again this time speaking. “Hello. Can you please open the door?” after he finished his statement he could the curtains to the side of the house move just slightly before moving back to their place or origin. “Listen i know you're in there. I'm not here to harm you or your family. If I was i would have kicked in the door without knocking so please open the door.” after yet another moment Conall could feel himself getting slightly irritated by the lack of answering going on at the door. “I could still kick..” Conall was surprising cut off by the door slowly begin opened as a small roundish man appeared in the doorway.

“Please sir i don't have much but whatever you want i'll give it to you. Please we didn't do anything.” The baker said through a shaky voice trying to avoid eye contact with Conall. Conall put his hand over his face in slight annoyance. “Are you daft lad. I just said i'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to give you this.” he finished raising up the bag for emphasis. “Now may i please come in for a moment?” the man was clearly shocked by this as he quickly moved out of the way to allow Conall into the home. Conall nodded his head in a thanks to the man as he had entered into the small home. After he had entered the house he turned to the man holding out the bag of medicine. “I believe these are for your wife.” The man held a gleam in his eye as he quickly took the bag and rushed off the bed room where Conall presumeed his wife was.

After the man left Conall felt a small tug at his pant leg. Turning quickly he saw a small girl no older than three at most grabbing at his pants. Conall almost laughed at this which caused the little one to look up at him with a started eyed expression. Conall waved his hand slightly at the little girl making her jump slightly before falling down to her butt as she to waved her arms in response. “I see you have met my brave little girl meila.” As he was talking the Baker grabbed his daughter picking her up as he turned to Conall. “I am grateful of what you have done for me and my family. If there is anything i can do just let me know.” Conall put up his hand defensively “there is no need for that. Just be thankful the Princess told me about this place and gave me the medicine.” Conall stopped just after the sentenced ended mentally scolding himself for slipping up as bad as he had just done. He was only awakened from his small trance when he felt his hair being pulled by the small child in her father's arms who was laughing at the discovery of pulling hair, cleary not scared of the giant that was currently in her house. Having to lean his head closer to relieve the pain he gently grabbed the child's hand making her let go of his braided hair allowing him to move freely again.

“My apologies again sir.” the man said with a small bow. “Do thank the princess for me. She is a kind hearted one she is. Shell make a great queen one day i'm sure.” Conall froze in place at the mans statement. He could tell it wasn't meant the way it sounded but considering the current time the inquisition wouldn't care, they had killed for far less in far more peaceful times. Looking at the man with a serious face he said “I wouldn't say things like that anymore lad. Trust me on this.” after that he left the man and his family with a scared look on his face at the realization at what he had accidently just done. Closing the door behind him Conall began his walk back to the castle walls thinking deeply on all that was happening around him and what it would mean for him.

“Don't get caught on the wrong side of this.” He heard once again as if Eleanor was right next to him as he entered in through the gates.

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Upon hearing the order Conall was the first to move towards the seathing form of Eleanor. As he moved closer he had a sad look on his face that only she could see that easily showed how much he hated what he was doing. When he reached her he quietly whispered “Im sorry Lady Eleanor.” before he gently grabbed her arm using hardly any force. Nodding to the other guard they slowly escorted her out of the room either daring to look back when they heard the king and his son begin to argue. As they reached the door Conall turned to the other guard motioning for him to stop. “I'll take her to her room and see to it she is safe you stay here and make sure nothing worse happens.” after seeing the guard begin to protest Conall cut him off. “I am perfectly capable of watching her myself.” he finished without letting the man argue as he was already walking away with Eleanor. As they drew just slightly farther Conall let go of Eleanors arm when he saw tears begin to roll down her face. Without thinking Conall placed a hand on her shoulder as he continued to lead her away from the hall.

She was so lost in her own emotions and mind that she didn’t realize only Conall was escorting her now. Nor did Eleanor realize he had released his grip on her until she felt his hand on her shoulder. She turned her head up at the tall man and gave him a small smile through the tears before looking forward again. She let out a shaky breath as she wiped tried wiping the tears from her eyes.

She didn’t want to look weak, it wasn’t like she was too afraid to die. But the heartbreak Eleanor felt at the loss of Fenros was overwhelming. It made her whole body heavy and it felt like everything good she had left in her life was gone. He had been her rock through so much since he became her bodyguard twelve years ago. All twelve years were seemingly torn and broken with the simple uttering of his death. But at the same time, she found solace in the memories of their years spent together. What she wouldn’t give to go back to when they had visited Fenros’ home. The ocean breeze and the feeling of healing during the trip. All thanks to Fenros.

She’d long taken him for granted as a friend and a man. Eleanor had scolded her own childlike crush on him when she first had him as a bodyguard, she thought it was nothing more than just a childlike crush. Of course, her naivety in dealing with romance allowed it to stay that way as year passed. But recently, she’d been going back over past events shared between the two, words spoken and unspoken alike. And she fell for him, she had a long time ago if only she could have seen the signs herself. But time had a way of playing games and now it was too late to do anything about it. Even if a relationship with him would have been inappropriate. She didn’t care, not after all she’d been through. He was her only constant and he would have been worth it.

Eleanor’s heart seemingly broke all over again at her thoughts but this time no more tears fell. She’d be strong, no more tears. She’d face whatever was to come no matter what the evil king planned for her.

“Conall, ignore me if you like. I know I must look like a traitor in your eyes. I just wanted to commend your loyalty to my fath- the king. But do make sure you take care of yourself and live your own fulfilling life.” Eleanor grew silent mulling over a thought before looking to make sure no one else was around before continuing to speak, “And if you could… you don’t have to, but there is a family in the town. The baker’s family. They can’t afford medicine for the mother who is currently pregnant with their second child, I have it in my room and was going to deliver it to them. Under guise of course. But I can’t anymore and if you could just do this one thing for me. I did so wish to help make sure the mother and baby survive. I understand if you don’t want to do anything of the sort or even talk to me right now. I thought it was worth trying.”

Conall felt a massive pain in his heart at hearing Eleanors words. Even in the face of certain death or worse if the king had his way Eleanor was still putting others over her own self. She wasn't begging or praying for her life to be saved, no she was willing to accept fate and that he could respect most of all. What hurt most however was even with him taking her to be locked away in her room she was still acting kind to him. One of maybe four people who treated him as a friend within these castle walls. When he heard her tell him to Live his own life he could see a flash of snow and many people dancing around a large bonfire as people clicked mugs together singing loudly into the night sky. Shaking his head Conall forced those thoughts away from his mind for the time being. “I will if i am able to.” he paused for a second not really sure how to talk to her in this instance. After hearing her second request Conall knew there was nothing he could do but to fulfill her request. “It would be an honor to make sure they get the medicine they need.”

After another short pause Conall began to speak again “As much as it would make it easier to hate your very existence right now I can't seem to bring myself to do that. I'm not sure what that means about me.” He let out a small laugh barely audible. “It feels like I should want to see you and Fenros both hung by the gallows for treason but I just can't. I can't seem to bring myself to want to see you and my brother like that. And I know I should but i just can't.” Conall stopped for a moment. [color=007236][b]“If it helps any, I know how close you and Fenros where. He was like a brother to me.” he paused making sure that no one else was around. “He did love you. And would have gladly died for you. And not like a normal guard would, but as a man for the women he loves.”

Some relief was felt as Conall informed her that he would get the medicine to the family. Eleanor was glad that even in her death she could help one more. Eleanor listened as he spoke, she wasn’t sure how to reply to his confession on how he feels about the two in regards to their ‘treason’ but then he said something that surprised Eleanor and shattered what was left of her heart. “I don’t know if you are right or not in what you say of Fenros. But I wish to believe it is true and will take it with me to my own grave. Knowing that there was a possibility that the man I loved felt the same brings me comfort. Thank you Conall.” She was sincere in her thanks to the man. It hurt her but comforted her all in the same.

“Though it may seem the opposite. Know Fenros was no traitor. He never did anything wrong, my words at dinner were enough to make me treasonous though so I will not try and change that thought about me. But I know how close you and Fenros were and since he is gone and cannot convince you himself, I hope I can convince you that he is innocent. He had nothing to do with the assassination attempt today, nor did I. I can tell you that for sure. So please try to find solace knowing your brother is innocent and that if you need someone to blame for his death. Let it be me. His loyalty to me is what hurt him so I take full responsibility for the fate that has befallen him. If it is easier to mourn his loss thinking he is a traitor then think as you wish. I just wanted to make sure you knew the truth.” Eleanor didn’t care about her own image in Conall’s eyes. She knew the words she said at dinner condemned her and there was no changing that. But the relationship Conall and Fenros shared, she didn’t want memories spoiled by falsities. She could only hope that the Allaway’s would be able to figure it out on their own that their son was no traitor no matter what is said. The family didn’t deserve that. As they continued walking, she let silence fall having nothing else to say at the time.

“I hope for nothing more than the fact that Fenros was not a traitor as he is accused of being. I would have trusted that man with my life and i have many a times before.” he paused for a moment thinking over everything that they were talking about. “As kind as you are trying to be, don't take on the brunt of what has happened to him on you. It not what he would have wanted.” Conall took another moment to mourn the life of his best friend. “Regardless of his actions or his acustions he deserved better then to be killed in the dungeons like a common thief. A warrior such as he should have met the end of a blade on the battlefield. Though i suppose if he died trying to keep you out of this whole shite storm of a mess then he died as honorable as any man can ever hope to.” He paused for a second before looking down to her once more. “If you could do something for me and for Fenros I would greatly appreciate it.” he paused again looking up for a brief second before looking back down. “Remember him for his sacrifice and for all he has done. Do not mourn his death as a sad event, though i know it seems that way. But be glad that in his final moments he was doing the one thing he wanted to do most of all… Protecting you.”

Eleanor bowed her head as he spoke, listening to his words. She knew they were true and that he was right. She’d remember him for the rest of her time as the brave man he was and try not to let too much of it feel like it was her fault. She stopped walking as they reached her chambers. The door was open and Eleanor briefly walked in before grabbing something from her dresser. A small bag containing the medicine the family needed. She returned to Conall and looked up at him, holding the bag out. “Here is the medicine. Thank you Conall. For everything. You’ve been a good friend and you are a great man. You are sure to have great things awaiting you. Just please live a good life and in the event of a rebellion, try not to get caught on the wrong side. I want to watch you live a long happy life, I’m sure Fenros would say the same. Take care of yourself now.” A small smile made its way to Eleanor’s face as she looked up at the man, she was grateful to have one last pleasant experience before she faced her punishment and to see one last friendly face before hand too. It helped her strengthen her courage to face whatever is to come with her head held high. She would do it for the people of the kingdom, for Fenros, and now for Conall as well.

Conall took the bag of medicine with a small smile on his face that held a bit of sadness in it knowing that this could the last time he saw her. “I appreciate your kind words lady Eleanor. I am sorry that this is how our story will end but I assure you I will never forget the kindness you have shown me in the time I have known you.” he smiled a full smile at hearing himself say that. “And I will always remember that you were the first person to look at me without hate in your eyes when I first moved here to serve your father. And i want to thank you for that.” looking around one last time he saw that there was still no one near her chambers as he begin to leave. Just as they were about to part ways for most likely the last time he turned one last time. “It has been an honor lady Eleanor.”

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Conall Cassidy

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Conall almost felt a small smile on his face as he and the King finally entered into the capital. He was happy to finally be done with this diplomatic mission that was all kinds of too tedious for him personally. He was the kind of man who needed action and combat or at least is able to drink in a tavern. Sadly however there was none of that in the trip and Conall was growing restless for some action. ‘Another boring trip over with.’ he thought to himself as the first of the citizens came into view to welcome them back.

As they passed through the gates to the city he could see the peasants begin to shrink as their eyes set upon the towering presences that were northern raider Conall. As he continued to walk next to the king he looked over the commoners who looked with a mix of hate and fear at him. He could hear them whispering to each other as he passed them. It was no secret that outside the King and some members of the Vanguard Conall was not a well-liked man. There was no doubt about his strength and his capabilities as a warrior, but they feared the fact that he was a ‘Headhunter’ for the king who seemed to be unkillable. It was because of this, however, that Conall was able to merely silence them with a simple side glance in their direction. Those on his side of the street who had not already begun to cower from the glaring eyes of the king certainly did after seeing Conalls eyes look over them almost daring them to try something against the King.

“Assassin!”

Hearing those words Conall flipped on a dime as he saw an arrow pierce the back of one of his fellow guards as they dove to protect the king. Looking up to the rooftops he saw a woman standing with a crossbow already beginning to hurry down. “Get her!” He yelled at the top of his lungs as he pointed out to where she once stood as he ran off with the king ensuring he was safe. As he began to turn the corner he could see Fenros and Eleanor had gotten out safe as they rode off for to the castle. Smiling to himself at this he quickly followed behind the king who had already started to run off on horseback through the streets. Running by his side Conall yelled up to the king “My Lord, we need to get you to the castle.” as he finished he continued to look for more of these spineless Assassins that couldn't even face their opponent face to face but rather would attack from far away. Lucky it seemed this radical was working alone in their failed attempt to kill their king. Getting in front of the king Conall began yelling for citizens to get out of the way as they frantically filled the streets in a panic. The people in a mix of fear from the assassin and from seeing both the king and his personal guard charging right at them did their best to clear a path in the streets dropping whatever they were doing. Turning the corner Conall saw that some of the villagers had left a small tipped over cart that was now blocking the way through the street. “Why do the gods choose now to test me?” he said to himself irritated at the obstacle in front of him. Knowing there was no way to get the king to stop and turn around without risking more danger Conall picked up speed as he lowered his shoulder towards the cart. "All-father give me strength,” he said as he let his deep anger boil over consuming him. With a thunderous crash, Conall smashed through the cart shattering the middle portion of it give a clear path for the king's horse. As they neared the palace walls Conall once again kept his eyes open waiting to see if there was another attacking but it seemed the coward had fled after their failure. After entering the walls the king was quickly taken within the doors to the throne room itself to ensure his protection just as his children would be when they arrived.

Later that day

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Conall gave a sigh letting his body relax from the training he was currently putting it through. Sitting down his ax for a moment he lifted a large canteen to his mouth inhaling all the water it held within it. He looked over the dummy admiring his work while he took a small break. In all honesty, Conall didn't need the extra training today but after today's events, he needed something to make him feel better. That and considering it was still too early for most the Vanguard members to start their usual drinking and fighting in the pub reduced his options greatly. Throwing his canteen to the side, Conall hurled the large Axe back up to his shoulder as he made his way to a small area with several targets set up. ‘Can't believe one of those damned woodsmen caught the traitor rather than one of us.’ he thought to himself as he pulled out his throwing hatchets inspecting them. ‘Over course it takes one of those cowards to catch another I suppose.’ Rolling his neck around he settled his gaze on the painted target that stood a couple yards away from him. Twirling the hatchet a bit in his hand he suddenly and spontaneously through the small ax with all his might as it slammed deep into the slab of wood. Smiling for but a second he through two more hatchets with the same speed and intensity as the first one watching as they impacted against two different targets. ‘I'd like to drive my ax through the traitorous bastard's neck personally but I'm sure Eva would make sure there wasn't much left for me to deal with.’ He thought to himself as he walked towards the targets to collect his axes. ‘Perhaps I could assist in the questioning process’ he laughed to himself seeing it as both a joke and a real idea. Wiping off the blades to his axes he placed them back into their correct spots on his person as he left the training area.

As he left one of the training areas within the palace Conall could see the guards were still on high alert but we're starting to relax a bit as it became more clear that this was just a solo act. He was surprised at the recent course of events, however, sure there was always unrest when it came to people and those in charge it was after all human nature. But what surprised him was someone acting on those waves of anger in such a way. It was a bold move to go straight for the head of the snake with no real plan which gave him great concern. If this person was willing to go this far then they must have had agenda and others helping them. “Who would be stupid enough to challenge the king and his armies?” he said to himself quietly as he continued through the open courtyard. Looking out the gate he saw Eva in a cart entering with a neutral face that was unnerving considering what she was capital of. Seeing her here meant one thing, this assian would be in for the worst time of their life. Some would feel pity for the poor girl that was at the end of the Eva “questing” sessions but Conall just had a smile on his face knowing the traitor was going to get what they deserved.

“Good Day Eva.” he said as he passed the cart holding the ever so feared Inquisitor. “I heard that you would be coming to meet or most esteemed guest.” he said with a serious tone with just the slightest hint of humor. “If you need I would be happy to escort you to our guest room.” he offered with sincerity awaiting her response.

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Christopher Daniels

Christopher Daniels

Don't touch the hat

Nickname:

Title or Hero/Villain/Code name:

Species: Xandarian

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Age: 29

Birthday: May 7

Personality: Christopher Daniels is a sly intelligent man who always finds a way to change a situation to fit his needs and goals. He has been known to double cross someone if the opportunity presents itself and its profitable for him to do it. Chris has a dark view of the world and his humor and way of speaking shows that. He likes to joke even when in the face of certain death which can get on most people's nerves but it has never seemed to bother him much. Regardless of his seemingly careless nature Chris should never be underestimated less someone wants to be on the receiving end of one of Christopher's plans.
Appearance:



Affiliation: NA

Powers: NA

Weapon(s):
Blaster pistols
Grenades
Knife

Weaknesses:
Just a normal man
Beautiful women

Likes (optional):
Flirting
MAKING MONEY

Dislikes:
Kree

Current Residence:
On his ship

Backstory:
Will be revealed in the RP

Special Skills:
Can talk his way an out of most situations
Piolet
Mechanic

Other:
Boosters attached to his boots that allow for controlled flight
A face mask that covers face when activated (think star lord)

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Conall Cassidy

Conall Cassidy

Theme Song

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Race: Human

Tribe of the Storm

Tribe of the Storm

Race/Faction: Human

Age: Longer than most can remember

Description:
The Storm Tribe is a collection of variouses clans in the far north who all follow the “Storm Lord” who is determined by a tournament of the strongest fighters amongst them. This is the case if the current Storm Lord has left this world. If they still breath then anyone may challenge for the title and position. However the clans have a very distinctive seance of honor when it comes to one on one combat and will punish any who break the few rules of combat they have. During a challenge the challenger may opt for the battle to either be to submission or to the death.

MEN OF THE TRIBE

Men of the tribe easily reach 6’4 and are always built as though they were hand made from the gods themselves. When boys are young they are allowed to enjoy child life mostly because the games they play involve some sort of fighting or have other benefits to them that will help when they are full fledged warriors. As they grow older they are trained in the basics of how their people fight and simple tactics they will need to know for when war comes. Many during this stage are taken to watch battles with their own eyes so that they can become accustomed to the horrors and blood shed of war. As they grow older their training becomes harder and they begin to fully master their Rage ability. Finally at the age of 18 they are taken to their first real combat as full member of their tribe where they are thrown to the front of the shield walls and of any charge to “properly break them in.”

WOMEN OF THE TRIBE

Women of the tribe, unlike women in most the world, are seen as equals amongst the men of the tribe. They are held to a high degree as they are the ones who carry the children that strengthen the tribe. Many women are trained the same as men are and become important members of the raids if they so choose. The only problem however is that few if any women with in a generation are ever able to let their rage consume them as the men are able to, preventing them from entering into a berserker state. Those who do not become shield maidens stay home where they watch over the tribe and the children while they wait for the raiders to return which always leads to a large feast for victory.

Motivation: The raiders of the Storm clan are driven by there eternal quest for glory on the battlefield and recognition as fighters. But most of all the members of the tribe wish for a glorious death befitting such fine warriors as themselves.

History:
The Tribe of the Storm has been around long before anyone can remember. And while it is a strongly unified group, this was not always the case. After years of bloodshed and destruction that left the clans weak and unstable with no signs of a clear winner the Elders looked to the gods for an answer to what could be done. Their answer came in the form of a raven that sat just outside their tent looking directly at them with no fear of the humans around it. Upon inspecting the raven they saw that it was standing on a wolf pelt that had been left to dry on a rack outside a nearby tent. Seeing it had got their attention the bird moved slightly as it pointed with its beak to the wolfs pelt before turning back to the elders awaiting a response. As the elder began to deliberate on what the vision meant they were once again drawn out of their tent as they heard the roar of a bear not far from their camp. When they inspected the sound they saw to bears standing face to face attempting to establish the dominance of them self to the other. After seeing the bears one turned to his fellow elders directing their vision to a nearby tree where once again a raven stood inspecting them before flying over their heads to the nearby tree line. As the elders eyes followed the path of the raven they were amazed to see it land on the shoulder of what appeared to be and elderly man standing with a spear in one hand gazing into the village. As the man turned away from the elders they saw the man had but a singular eye the other being lost some time ago. Taking the omen to heart the elders went back to their villages to prepare for a grand tournament that would determine the strongest of them who would be most fit to lead all of the sons of Odin. In the very forest where the elders had seen their prophecies the greats of the tribes fighters came together to deem whom was to be their leader. On the final night the sky cracked with the sounds of thunder as lighting reached its hands across the sky. The sky wept as the defining sounds of weapons clashing filled the area around them. The storm seemed to grow as the battle on earth reached its finally with a man by the name of Ragnar being crowned the winner. Seeing the lighting as a sign from the god thor himself the people declared him Storm Lord as they would take on the name “Tribe of the Storm”.

Strength:
Prime of physical condition
Fearless (both strength and weakness)
Great fighters
Feared (both strength and weakness)
Militarly minded

Weakness:
Fearless (both strength and weakness)
Feared (both strength and weakness)
Lack any Diplomatic sense outside of their laws and customs

What is your guild's greatest flaw?
The Tribe of the storm is Loyal to the Storm Lord and on only to him. This means regardless of the odds or the chance of death or failure the warrior of the Storm will always be at the call of their Chief.

Faction: Vanguard/ King's personal guard

Age: 28

Description:



Conall stands at a mosterouse 6’8” and weighs in at around 275 pounds of pure muscle that he had gained over years of training and combat. He has paleish skin from his youth and early years spent in the far northern tundras where sunny days are a rare occurrence. Has long black hair that has been braided tight so that it won't interfere in battle but is left long enough to show the culture he comes from. He is often seen in his studded armor with some fur on it to keep warm. (as seen above) he also has his axe on him at all times ready for a fight at a moments notice. In the rare chance, he is not in his armor he usually wears some kind of green clothing that is simple and not extravagant.

His ax is a large double-sided battle ax that was gifted to him by his father when he had become of age and become a full man of the tribe. The ax is normally wielded by two hands and would require such by most warriors but Conall has found that he is able to wield it in one hand while the other carries a shield, although this is a very rare occurrence.

Axe

Personality: Conall is a hard man who takes pleasure in fighting. To most he is a closed off man when it comes to his past and more personal aspects about himself. He can vary harsh when it comes to dealing with people he sees as enemies to either himself or to the king. Despite this there is a small kindle of kindness hidden deep within him that occasionally comes out. He also has a seance of honor when it comes to fighting. Not necessarily fighting fair but he does believe that there are rules that should not be broken when fighting in a one on one fight.

"Class": Barbarian Berserker

Motivation: Conall is a simple man in the most basic sense. He does not clammer for the seat his kings sits upon like many commoners do. Conall is driven by his sole focus of being the best warrior the lands have ever seen. He is constantly looking for a new challenge that may lay before him. Like any true warrior Conall wishes only to be remembered for his deeds and to die a true death the way his forefathers where. One goal he does have though is that he will one day return to his former tribe and take back what is rightfully his.

History: Conall was born to a Barbarian clan to the far north in the harsh tundras where only the most sturdy of creatures survive. This particular clan was known for their ferocity and ruthlessness in battle. It was said that members of this clan possessed unnatural abilities to enhance their own capabilities and be consumed by their rage. Many people believe legends of the storm clan to be simply legends and ghost stories told to scare people into submission. Those who did not heed the warning and challenged the Clan on the battle field witnessed first hand why they were referred to as the coming storm

As a man of the tribe Conall was trained brutally to be a fearsome warrior who could be ruthless like a vicious bear but also be as calculated and observant as a eagle soaring far above the chaos. As a child his days mostly consisted of helping around the village when needed. As young children they were allowed to play and act normal mostly because most games played by younger kids in the tribe where just simplified training games. As he grew older however, he along with the other male children began to be trained in the art of war and combat. As a future man of the tribe he as well as the rest of the boys were expected to be the strongest fighters there were. Just a short time later at about 16, they began their specialty training. This type of training could be considered torture by some but to them it was normal. The point of this training was to awaken that Berserker rage that slept with in them all more Importantly how they could control it in battle. But finally at the age of 18 Conall and the other children of his generation that had survived the train and the countless raids had been promoted as it were to be full men of the tribe.

In the following years to come Conall made a name for himself as a warrior like no other. A man with what seemed like the devil himself hidden with him that was only allowed to come out during the battles he had. He quickly gained the reputation that every true warrior wanted. He was a feared man to the other tribes and to the smaller towns that were on the receiving end of one of one of his raids. Conall was a feared fighter that was seen as an unkillable machine to all and any the saw him in battle.

Unfortunately one's life is seldom good forever, and Conall knows this first hand. According to the ancient laws of their people anyone could challenge for the title othe f chief clan. Normally when the chief dies or become to old to lead his armies it is passed down to the strongest of his sons. But anyone may challenge for this title if they feel themselves more worthy than that of the current holder. So when the chief died without a son the circles began to be made as the toughest warrior began to think themselves worthy of the title. None could stop the power that Conall brought to the ring as he beat all of his competitors. Final,ly it came down to both Conall and his brother who where both remarkable warriors. Agreeing the fight it was decided that it would take place the next morning so that both could rest for the fight to determine the next of the tribe of storms. As both entered the circle they clashed with one another showing no signs of slowing down. Just as Conall seemed to get the upper hand he began to feel sickly as his vision began to become blurry. He began to swing widely before his brother knocked him to the ground with his sword pressed against Conalls neck signaling the end of the tournament. Knowing his brother had tricked him Conall lashed out in anger talking his brother once he was allowed up. As the two began fist fight the rest of the tribes men grabbed them and separated them. After this display Conall was banished from the tribe and forced to walk the lands alone.

Not all was lost however. Not long after leaving his home Conall was tracked down by a oddly well dressed man that claimed to work for the king. The man had talked about how the king wanted to speak with Conall personally as soon as possible. Being weary of the man and of the message Conall thought about refusing but figured the last thing he needed was the king to want his head as much as his brother did. At their meeting had heard that Conall had been removed from his tribe. Seeing as how a warrior such as Conall was useful at his side the king offered to give him a spot as his personal guard. From then on Conall has served as the King's personal attack dog and his guard.



Strengths:
Superb warrior
Resourceful
Tracker
Fearless in Battle

Weakness:
Hot Headed
Blindly loyal
Closed Off- he does not open up to anyone about what has happened to him in his past before meeting with the King
Not trusted- because of his bloodline most nobels do not trust his intentions
Heavy Drinker

Powers?
Conall has the ability to enter into a Frenzied rage in the middle of battle increasing his physical abilities drastically but if not handled well could lead to him becoming uncontrollable.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
Conall can allow his temper to get the better of him at times. While he never disrespects the king in any way he is unafraid to challenge anyone regardless of who they are. To him respect is something that one must earn from him which is not handed out often. Outside of the King, Queen, and Princess he believes to earn his respect one must prove themselves, usually in combat.

Viva la Vida: The Price of Freedom

Glad to see we will be back and stronger than ever

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Smoke Screen

It had been an awkward 2 months since the events that had transpired between him and Jocelyn in the ally that night. For the most part, she had stayed out of his business and let him go about his business, at least she wasn't direct about it anymore. She had decided to stay around and always tried to get him to talk about it still thinking that there was something wrong with him. He could appreciate the gesture of trying to fix what she thought was broken but at the same time, it wasn't her place to assume he had changed.

Maybe he did change. Maybe he couldn't take it anymore and he just snapped and just needed someone to help him put himself back together. That's what Jocelyn wanted to hear anyway. But the truth was he had not changed like she thought he had. He did snap but he didn't break. No, he had woken up. He was shown how stupid it was to try and act like he was any different now then what he used to be. He saw who he really was and realized that this was who he was meant to be all along. He had only started to change when he started talking to her. He had grown soft in those years. But no more. He was back to how he should have always been.

The helmet he wore while “on the job” had returned to instilling fear in people. It kept people in line like it always should have done. People were going to better off with his actions running things. Unfortunately, not everyone had seen it the same way. People had begun to forget the about how important professionality was when it came to doing business with the Kings. Apparently, some people thought it was a good idea to start letting out information that pertained to him, the Kings, and everyone's ties to Ireland. Of course, this couldn't stand and examples had to be set. But luckily the problem children with a loose lip had a visit from a “ghost” that was all too real and found dead the next day with a cross painted in blood on their foreheads.

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Smoke Screen

Name: Finnlay MacTyre
Nickname: Beast of Belfast, Boston Brawler
Title or Hero/Villain/Code name Smoke Screen
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 27
Birthday: 3-17
Birthplace: Belfast Ireland
Personality: sarcastic, caring, hotheaded, vengeful,stubborn
Appearance: Finnlay has short blonde hair with dull blue eyes and a close kept beard. He stands at about 5’10 and weighs about 190 pounds of muscle. When in “costume” Finnlay wears a leather jacket with design depicting a cross with wings on the back of it. He will also have black jeans and boots to match with the look. He also makes sure to wear his mask at all times to conceal his identity the best he can.

appeance

Costume

Affiliation: NA Former IRA (unknown to anyone)
Powers

Smoke Manipulation- Finnlay has control over smoke of any kind in the air.
Smoke Mimicry- Finnlay body is made up of smoke allowing him to completely transform his body into smoke
Combustion- Finnlay can increase the temperature in himself and things he comes in contact with igniting it.

Weapon(s)
2x Double barrel 1911’s,
Chain-Used with his combustion ability to create a fire whip of sorts
Weaknesses:
Fire- While he can transform into smoke the heat generated from fire heats the smoke so when he reforms to burns appear with him causing severe pain.
Air/sound waves- Those who can control air or sound waves have an easier time beating Smoke Screen since the waves can still hit him even in smoke form.
The smoke powers don't happen on their own- They have become natural instinct to Finnlay by this point but they do not activate on their own.
Likes: Motorcycles, Rock music, Drinking, Fighting, Patriotism
Dislikes: Cowardness, Betrayal
Current Residence: Boston
Backstory: Will be revlied later in the RP. What he does say is he moved over from Ireland alone and has been working as a boxing trainer.
Special Skills (if any):
Trained fighter- Whether it be in hand to hand or in the use of weapons Thomas has learned well from growing up rough and his time being trained.
Stealthy- Finnlay can use his Smoke abilities to mask his movement and allow him to enter places most people couldn't.
Bomb making- Finnlay, through his times in the IRA has learned and is quite good at making improvised explosives.
Other: Rarely lets criminals of violent crimes live.

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Smoke Screen

(Music being played when he walks in)

“And in the blue corner the challenger standing at 5 foot 10 inches and weighing in at 193 pounds he hails from Belfast Ireland, The Beast of Belfast. Finnlay MacTyre!” Came the booming voice of a typical ring announcer as Finnlay walked to the ring with his group of “trainers” which mostly consisted of his friends. As he stepped through the ropes the music died down as he stared down his opponent across the ring. He looked over to the side seeing his team giving him confident looks as they were sure he would win this fight. Looking passed them he could see a dark figure sitting in a chair looking back at him who had red hair the color of fire. Turning his eyes back to his opponent he dropped all smiles and playfulness about him almost becoming a different person as he raised his fist ready for a war that was sure to come with the sound of the bell. Finnlay breathed in deeply as he heard the sweet sound of a bell ringing as everything else faded away, all that remained was his opponent across from him.

Stepping forward both fighters had their fist raised as they began to dance around each other measuring up the other waiting to see the slightest bit of hesitation before striking. After about three revolutions around the ring, the champ made the first move by pump-faking a punch to see if Finn would flinch but instead saw the challenger come full speed at him. Finn laid in the defending champ with a flurry of blows that the champ desperately tried to defend against. Breaking through his guard Finn placed one haymaker right across the Champs face knocking him in the corner and to his knees. Stepping back at the refs' request he watched as the champ got to feet with plenty of time left on the counter before turning to face Finn with a look of anger. The two ran at each other trading blows that would surely destroy any other man. Bones shattering could be heard throughout the arena with every punch that landed on its target. By about the 6’th round the toll of the fight could be seen in each fighter as blood flowed down their faces and their ribs were on the verge of all breaking as they continued to clash like a pair of giants from legends of old. It seemed almost to even when out of nowhere the Champ caught Finn with an uppercut out of nowhere dropping him on the spot.

Hitting the ring face first Finn could see the whole thing go black. As colors flashed every now and then. One that seemed to always catch his eye was a fiery red that seemed to fly by in waves. Slowly the fire stopped moving and formed into a head a long hair as it moved closer to Finn who appeared to be standing in an all-black room. “Time to get up” he heard in a sweet voice before his eyes shot open and his body shot up just before the ten count. Looking shocked at what just happened he turned to the ref who was checking him over with a look of shock on his face at Finn appearing to have jumped up from the dead. Looking back at the champ Finn had a look of pure rage that was only magnified by the blood being poured down his face. Just as they were about to clash once again the bell rang stopping the round. The whole break Finn looked straight at the champ who was slumped on their stool spitting out water trying to take in every bit of rest that he could. As they both got up and moved to the center of the ring both knew that this was going to be the last round one way or another.

Then Finn did something unexpected. As they met in the center of the ring he put both his hands out calling for the champ to take a free shot as he yelled as loud as he could. Taking the perfect opportunity in front of him the champ began laying into Finn with everything he had. After a short combo, Finn managed to get out of the way as he continued to taught his opponent. As the champ continued to go on the offensive Finn just kept absorbing hits over and over seemingly getting more and more pissed off with every punch that hit him before he finally snapped. As a punch was halfway from connecting with Finn's face the champ felt his wind get knocked from his lungs when he noticed a large fist deep in his gut. Reeling back from the blow the champ look straight into the face of what looked like the face of a devil as Finn rushed headstrong at the champ. This time the champ was on the receiving of a beating of a lifetime as Finn let loose with a flurry of blows that made everything previously seen in the fight look like child's play. Body blows shock the champ as the instant he tried to cover his face Finn simply switched target and began laying into the poor man as if he was a punching bag. With one heavy punch, Finn would feel the champs ribs give under the pressure as they cracked and the champ spat out blood all while trying his best to not fall to the ground. Any other fighter might have stepped back for a second but Finn was indifferent mindset it seemed as he simple increased his power and speed to his blows as he continued his onslaught. With one last uppercut, Finn could feel the man's jaw break as his head snapped back and his eyes rolled into the back of his head before slamming hard into the matt.

“Here is your Winner and new Britannia Light heavyweight champion….. Finnlay MacTyre!” The same anncoer as before bellowed out as the ref raised his hands and his friends began helping him put his new belt on his waist. Looking around he let out a large yell of celebration as he couldn't believe what was happening to throw his hands up as the crowd went wild at the amazing fight they had just witnessed. As his friends parted a path he could see the same fiery color again walking towards him as he tried to study it and make it out but couldn't until it was right in his face. “Congrats Champ.” it said almost in a teasing tone before something a bit “don't worry about it. It’s alright. I know you'll make up for it soon. And sooner than you think.” the voice finished as the figure placed a kiss on Finnlay’s cheek as his eyes shot open as he jumped up wide wake with a cold sweat and what felt like a heart attack as his mind and body raced around what had just experienced again. He had that dream before and everything was the same as how it happened that night. But this felt like more than just a kind of dream. He couldn’t tell if it was just from the fight with the agents but it felt like his whole body had become sore like he had actually fought the fight. Reaching his hand up to his cheeck feeling It. “What the hell kind I’ve dream was that?”