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Rodias' announcement that the other Sable Lords were missing came as a significant shock to Salem. Salem's creator had already been missing for a while so one would think that the announcement would have a lesser impact on Salem, however, Salem interpreted the sudden disappearance as a willful act of abandonment, reminding Salem of it's own loss. Various knick-knacks in the room rattled in place as Salem telekinetically reached out, wanting to throw a tantrum and upturn the room in chaotic betrayal. But the items stopped rattling as a cold, jaded rationale settled upon the doll while a disgusting smirk crept across Salem's face.
Being invited to the table, a mischievous thought entered Salem's head. If being a 'good boy' and waiting for Dr.Drd to return had not worked, then perhaps the only way to get the attention of their fickle Sable Lords was to act out. Salem hovered over, finding Dr.Drd's seat that had been empty for so long. Salem then plopped down into the chair in an irreverent and disrespectful pose, with Salem's knees draped over one armrest, while Salem's elbow sat on the other, the arm propping up the doll's head. Besides, without the other Sable Lords, it only stood to reason that the Chapter Keepers took up leadership positions at the table to keep the Chateau running. If obedience was not enough to warrant their creators' attention and praise, perhaps open rebellion and impudence would get them to come back. However, Salem was shaken out of this pose by Rodias humbling himself to the Chapter Keepers. At first Salem felt disgust, and it showed on the doll's face. The hierarchy had always been absolute. According to Salem, the Sable Lords obviously didn't rule with love, so they had to rule with power. It disgusted Salem that Rodias would show weakness in front of all the Chapter Keepers instead of taking responsibility as a parent leader and at least projecting the illusion of stability. Salem was about to lift Dr.Drd's chair off the ground and smash it over Rodias' head in a fit of rage before Rodias swore that he would never abandon them, causing Salem instead to sink into the chair limply.
For the rest of the conversation, Salem sat there in silence, the doll's elbows on the table, Salem's face buried in its palms, trying to get its act together. Many of Salem's axioms had been violated, yet it came with a strange relief. Salem also had to come to terms with the fact that no amount of waiting would ever bring Dr.Drd back. Salem wasn't ready to swear fealty to Rodias just yet, but they weren't going to oppose him in any way either. Instead they would continue to play the part of the precocious toy as a front while sorting out their own thoughts.
Salem listened as Rodias explained the situation, confirming the doll's own observations from telekinetic eyes placed outside the castle. Several options were given for how to deal with the nearby village, few of which pleased Salem. "If we want to acquire as much information while revealing as little about ourselves, the best option is infiltration," Salem offered, "Ashara has a human form, and I look enough like a human child, that it only makes sense that the two of us go into the town disguised as siblings, mingle with the townsfolk, and find out as much as we can, while gauging their reaction to the sudden appearance of the castle. Isn't that right, sister?" Salem turned their head in an uncanny rotation, to smile at the busty fox.
Alright, character done, just need to solidify where she lives.
Sierra Hamilton
Basic Info
N A M E
Sierra Hamilton
A G E
27
B I R T H D A Y
Autumn, Day 11
G E N D E R
Female
A P P E A R A N C E
Sierra has dark skin, long black hair, and critical red eyes. She wears plain workman's clothing and chooses utility over style or fashion.
O C C U P A T I O N
Miner
Personal Info
P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S
Sierra has been described as someone with a 'mind of metal and wheels', though that is not to say that she has a heart of stone. Sierra simply desires practicality and efficiency, which may come off as a need to control. She lives a simple life, feeling that excess dulls the mind and weakens the body. Sierra shows care through actions instead of words, so while she's terrible at comforting people, she may attempt to solve their problems or simply do chores around their house for them if she feels indebted to them. She derives self-worth from being useful to others. She secretly, and not-so-secretly, judges others positively based on their usefulness and negatively based on their extravagance, and doesn't trust those who are rich or have lived comfortable lives. Sierra believes that the prosperity of Root River lies under the earth rather than above it and seeks to save Root River from the fate that befell her hometown by finding a motherlode in the mines. If she is unable to succeed at that, she would resort to 'saving' Root River through modernization and industrialization, putting her at odds with those who would prefer to keep the town natural and pastoral. Sierra is also something of a penny-pincher having lived a relatively poor life. She likes simple foods that give her long-lasting energy and foods that don't spoil. She often conflates enjoyment and decoration with decadence and opulence. The only thing she's really willing to spend money on is healthy nutrition so she can keep working.
F A V O R I T E S E A S O N
Winter
F A V O R I T E C O L O R
Dark Blue
F A V O R I T E F O O D
Toasted Reuben Sandwich
L I K E S
Strong work ethic
'Useful' occupations
Dawn to sunrise
BigCo
D I S L I K E S
The rich
Laziness
Socializing
Idealistic dreamers
Pretty but useless things
Wasting time and money
Dishonesty
L I K E D G I F T S
Rice balls
Butter
Cooking oil
Bread
Potatoes
Corn
Salted fish
Hard boiled eggs
Milk
Cheese
Pickles
Preserved foods
Sandwiches
All ores and gems
Tools
D I S L I K E D G I F T S
Sweets
Fresh fruits
Fresh vegetables
All flowers and grasses
D O Y O U B E L I E V E I N M A G I C ?
Sierra doesn't believe in the Harvest Goddess, or the supernatural. Sierra believes in "the sweat of a man's brow", and that hard work, not wishes, is the only thing that can change the world. She thinks the Rot is a natural occurrence, and if people blame BigCo for the Rot, she will counter that many other places have industrialized, yet don't seem to complain about the Rot, so either the Rot isn't real, or companies like BigCo know how to deal with it.
Social Info
F A M I L Y M E M B E R S
Sierra's father, Louis Hamilton, and mother, Linda Hamilton, live and work in a nearby city.
Cletus Kang
N A M E
Cletus Kang
A G E
67
B I R T H D A Y
Winter 15
G E N D E R
Male
O C C U P A T I O N
Blacksmith
B I O
Cletus is an old resident of Root River, and knows all the other locals. He moved here decades ago from a faraway land and began plying his metalworking trade, working together with the local miners. But despite Root River falling on hard times, and people selling their land and moving out, Cletus continued to work and maintain the crumbling town, even digging for ores himself before age began to overtake him. He is a very close friend to the Wheelers, and regrets being too socially jaded and too superstitious (because he saw Freddy's disappearance as an ill omen) to continue Freddy's fight against BigCo. Before Sierra's arrival, Cletus had been relying on Ferris' strength and youth to help with the town's upkeep. Now he continues to smith, while letting Sierra do most of the mining, but he hopes to one day pass on his skills to her before he joins his ancestors.
Cletus is a serious individual who keeps his emotions close to his chest. To him, life is a set of rules that one must follow, as well as a game that could devolve into chaos at any point. Despite not being rich, he insists on dressing well because he knows that human nature is judgmental, and presenting as well-off was a deterrent to other problems. Cletus is defensive in a diverting and avoidant sort of way, rarely letting his guard down. Still, it is clear to others that he means well, but that his culture and unknown past experiences have forced him to put up a wall that is unlikely to come down now that he is in the winter of his life.
A N I M A L F R I E N D S
A male tortoiseshell cat (a genetic improbability) named Limp Biscuit lives with Sierra and Cletus. Originally, Sierra found the cat injured with a limp and nursed it back to health. She originally just called the cat 'Limp', expecting to release it back into the wild once it had healed. But the cat stayed around, though Sierra doesn't feed it, instead letting it hunt on its own. Someone eventually convinced Sierra that she needed to give it a cuter name, like 'Biscuit', so she started calling it 'Biscuit', but it wouldn't respond to the new name. So finally, Sierra settled on 'Limp Biscuit'.
H O M E L I F E
Cletus Kang has allowed Sierra, while she is his apprentice, to live in his home, which is the town smithy, located in position 3. The property belongs to Cletus and is known as "Kang's Smithy".
S T O R Y
Sierra was born in another rural town. Sierra's father used to be the foreman of the town's mine. A series of unfortunate cave-ins and accidents as well as a sudden inability to locate rich ore deposits led to the mine being deemed exhausted and subsequently shut down. When Sierra was 10, the Hamilton's moved to the city where Sierra's father became a factory worker, while her mother became a teacher, though previously she had been a homemaker. In her hometown, Sierra had been able to spend plenty of time with both parents, but in the city, they both needed to have jobs to support the high cost of living. Sierra felt neglected and kept to herself, blaming the mine's closure for her misfortune and the exhaustion she saw in both her parents' attempts at trying to earn a living wage. Upon graduating high school, Sierra took hard labor jobs to help contribute to the family finances, knowing they didn't have enough to send her to college.
One day, her parents surprised her with some money that they had been saving up. They remembered how much happier she was in the town she was born, and they had saved this money so that she could start a new life and make her way in the world. They convinced her that they made enough to take care of themselves, and that Sierra deserved a chance at freedom from the city and to see the world. She first went back to her hometown and saw that it had been more-or-less abandoned. Asking around, it turned out that it had fallen on hard times, and when BigCo moved in to develop it, the citizens said, 'no' because they wanted to keep it natural. BigCo left the town to its own devices, but it eventually started losing business and population started dwindling. Sierra then turned towards Root River, hoping that she could strike it rich in the mountain, save her parents from the city, and let them retire in peace, comfort and dignity.
To kick-start her mining career, she met with the local blacksmith, Cletus Kang, to learn the ins-and-outs of mining, though she also had her own father's knowledge to rely on. It was easy for Sierra to pick up on mining, since it was a low-skill job, but Cletus also began to teach her smithing, since he was getting on in years and hoped an apprentice could continue the upkeep of Root River's infrastructure and industry. Sierra refers to Cletus as 'Kang ShiFu' (Instructor Kang).
Depends what being ordered. Given its signature dishes are home made foods and meaty stews etc, they could be a little more expensive than average but it's big portions and good food. It's worth the price.
The teas and other smaller items be the lower price ranges though. It's not all big meals,
Okay, as long as its worth it relative to quantity. My character might be a semi-regular.
@Archmage MC With Light being a Void Being, is she technically an undead or not?
I think Salem counts as undead. Their race is listed as ghost and poltergeist, and they are technically a lich in that their soul is stored in a phylactery. But they are also a construct.
I feel like my character has their work cut out for them, particularly if no other carpenter-adjacent characters claim and someone wants to renovate a building. xD
I intend for my miner character to be from the city. But I feel that some form of industry is vital to the town, ie. having a blacksmith, but it doesn't make sense for my character from the city to know smithing. Industry requires some form of pre-existing infrastructure, so I'm thinking of making an NPC who is the town smith, who my character is learning smithing and mining from. That being said, the old smith NPC is probably close with the Wheelers, and might share some of the burden of repairing things around town. We can discuss and collaborate to flesh out the relationship.
I'm curious to know how expensive Freya's Feasting Hall is. Oftentimes, 'authenticity' is used to crank up prices arbitrarily and make something 'luxury' when it really isn't. I'm asking because my character will be a bit of a penny pincher, so your response will determine how often my character frequents the hall.
Sylvia woke up in a bad mood. She had wanted to sneak into Neil's room the previous night to catch him listening to 'mysterious music' as Talia had requested, but Vivian had been so tired from the day's work and preparing food, that the elder sister forcibly moved their collective body to their room and figuratively dropped dead, preventing Sylvia from doing anything but join her sister in slumber. Vivian apologized profusely, which helped to soften Sylvia up a bit. Waking with the sun, the sisters had gone out to tend to the beginnings of their herb garden, while taking out the leftover bread they had baked from the night before, some butter and jams, and laid it out on the table for a quick breakfast as the other members started coming out and looking at the board for jobs. Feeling adventurous, the liliraune sisters took a look as well to see what was available.
Noticing the job posted by Forde Briar, Vivian took some interest after hearing Neil's comment. "A grave robber you say? And the job seems to be in a graveyard. I guess we could help with that. Our roots are quite good at digging, and robbing graves is probably not much harder than picking vegetables, except the potatoes and carrots are people." It was apparent that the sisters had a strange way of analogizing animals and plants. "What's at Ravager's Rest?" Sylvia asked aloud to no one in particular. She knew it was a place, but she didn't know why the Guild needed to 'take it down', and why they needed this man's help to do so.
Nzige looked on in interest as Theo displayed some of his contraptions, being quite used to the small mechanical knick-knacks of her mentor, Princess Shuri. Realizing Theo was giving her the Wakandan salute, Ziggy hurriedly brought her hands up to return the gesture, surprised to be using it here. It was somewhat nice to know that the culture of her home was spreading throughout the world. As he explained that he was heading out to get something to eat, Ziggy let him know that she'll just be here, unpacking, now that they've more-or-less divvied up their respected spaces.
Granted Ziggy didn't have much to unpack, given that she preferred to live out of her luggage case since it was quite organized and everything was accessible. She also didn't have such a massive nor high-maintenance wardrobe that she needed to hang up a lot of articles of clothing. Ziggy was also not very artistically creative nor self-expressive, and had very little demands when it came to decoration, though she did have a small plaque of Arabic calligraphy with Quranic verses that her father believed warded off jinns. Though Nzige did wear the hijab, Theo didn't really mention it. Ziggy was unsure how he would feel if she put this plaque up. Her father had warned her that in the Western world, Islam was reviled at worst, and seen as strange and foreign at best. Considering Theo was American, and likely from New York...Nzige put the plaque back in her trunk. She would try to broach the topic with Theo at a later date. She hoped he would be tolerant, after all, Ms. Marvel was doing an amazing job presenting Islam and Muslims in a positive light.
Having done all she wanted for now, Ziggy stepped out of her room and into the 1A common area, to notice a fairly large fellow student taking up space. There didn't seem to be anyone around; the other students of 1A must either still have been in their rooms getting sorted, hadn't arrived yet, or like Theo, had gone out to explore the rest of campus. She wanted to check out the amenities, but felt it would be rude not to introduce herself to a fellow classmate. "H-hey, you're also in 1A, right? Peace be upon you, my name is Nzige Nyenje, from Wakanda, but I go by Ziggy."
General armored 'look', emphasis on the chunky leg armor, and minus the floaty bits:
Actual mecha she is based off of:
A Chibi version of how she would sort of look:
Name: MillAgros-TR-17 Hyouka
Combat Role: Heavy Artillery
Data Center: Bladine - South
Equipment & Gear:
Total Slots: 12
Heavy Particle Beam Bazooka (Handheld)- Slot 1
Heavy Particle Beam Ammo - Slot 3
2X Dual Medium Beam Cannon (Shoulder-mounted) - (Slot 1 each) Total Slot 2
2X Medium Beam Cannon Ammo - (Slot 1 each) Total Slot 2
MetalloCeramic Armor - Slot 2
Beam-Dampener Forcefield - Slot 2
Personality:
Hyouka is an enjoyer of life, who doesn't take her sentience and rights for granted, and is grateful to the champions of the past who secured peace between man and machine. She revels in her human appearance, but recognizes that not all robots had the same human-like upbringing that she had. Hyouka is nurturing and likes to see everyone getting along, desiring that bonds between individuals remain strong in these trying times. Despite behaving in a goofy manner in social settings, Hyouka can be surprisingly intelligent and tactical in combat, preferring to analyze and approach a situation from a safe distance, and surgically annihilating high-priority targets.
Background:
Hyouka's 'parents', who were descended from the MillAgros Company's line of robot tractors, migrated to Bladine to help with the reconstruction efforts, particularly in revitalizing the damaged food infrastructure. Having more than earned their keep, Hyouka's parents invested in creating a child who could be as human-like as possible so that she could enjoy all the benefits of fitting in perfectly with human society. Hyouka went through her early life facing little to no prejudice, and helped alleviate any ill-feelings any of her more ignorant human friends might have had towards robots, thus smoothing over human-robot relations. Though she enjoyed a very peaceful civilian life away from danger, Hyouka, who had always admired the Knightly Orders, felt she could do more by contributing to the war effort. She opted to outfit herself with hardpoints, allowing her to don mechanical armor, not unlike a knight, but more deeply integrated than any human-machine interface could be, and choosing to handle dangerous, high-damage weaponry and to be come a high-priority target herself, so that he human counterparts hopefully wouldn't have to.
The hangar doors opened out into an asteroid field. Hefting her cannon, Hyouka kicked off into space using her big, clunky, armored legs. Though her armor was fully integrated into her cybernetics, becoming less equipment and more an extension of her body, there was still some sluggishness, owing to the sheer weight of the parts. She double checked that her pain receptors had been switched to 'damage receptor' mode, so that any harm she received would register as 'damage' instead of as 'pain', allowing her to register threats without resorting to panicked reflex. She mentally thanked her parents for making her so lifelike and able to experience things as humans did, but for combat, it was easier to just be a machine sometimes. Hyouka noticed a drift in her rotation, and activated her thrusters to correct for the slight deviance. This was a good training exercise to get her used to space maneuvering and inertia of her weapons and armor. Heading deeper into the asteroid field, Hyouka had reached a safe distance from the troop transport. Warming up her cannons, text and diagrams from Hyouka's heads-up display flashed across her eyes, letting her know the status of her equipment and picking out potential targets. The dual beam cannons mounted over her shoulders extended and swiveled around like turrets, pointing at the various asteroids that floated about. Devastating magenta beams flashed out from her shoulders, striking the rocks forcefully, leaving deep, glowing impressions. Now to try the big one. Hyouka lifted the heavy particle beam cannon to her chest and connected its butt to the energy core mounted on her chest. She felt the click as the weapon attached to her, and could feel the energy draining into the gun as it began whirring to life and opening up like the jaws of a wolf. Making sure to point away from the transport, Hyouka let loose a powerful stream of energy that plowed through the asteroids. Hyouka had to fire her thrusters slightly to prevent from being pushed back by the surge of power lighting up space in front of her. A weapon like this might be too dangerous for a human combatant to handle, which was why she had chosen it. Instead of just leaving a molten imprint, the asteroids hit by the particle beam were superheated to the point of rupture. Clouds of searing pebbles and sand flew in all directions, some were stopped when they hit Hyouka's defense field, while others that managed to make it past the energy shield harmlessly impinged off her thick armor. Despite knowing that war was not a game, Hyouka couldn't help but feel somewhat exhilarated at wielding so much destructive power, and couldn't keep a smile from appearing on her face. As her weapons warmed down, Hyouka turned around and headed back towards to transport.
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