Th3King0fChaos

Fate / Astrolabe

Ismael

Name: Ismael Helstein

Personality

Ismael is a lively person with a jovial spirit. His true love is to the world and watching people happy and lively. He is a man of the world and has very few worldly possessions, he has the bare minimum to keep himself going and to do what he does and wants. He can always crack a joke or tell a story to get someone to laugh. Yet above all others, he likes to be amusing to himself. Even if it is in or out of fighting. As he is a very talkative man in a fight, while still always taking any fight seriously. Yet with all of that, all he wants to do in the end is live a life with no regrets, and help those he can along the way.

Skills

Street fighting-
Ismael's constant veritable situations had led him to learn how to fight smarter and without much form. Having a more wide skill set rather than a very focused style of fighting. Giving him an edge in many different scenarios and giving him proficiency with improvised/blunt weapons, and improvised thrown weapons. This made him a very dangerous person to fight in a bar as he is in a weapon rich environment to throw objects and smash them into the opponent. Yet having him be at a disadvantage against others at his level with focus as he has no style and nothing truly honed down as a true 'Martial art'.

Expert Mechanic-
After years of working on vehicles and even making plenty of his own, he has now become an expert in maintaining and creating vehicles, as that is the reason why he is able to upkeep and maintain his very upgraded car.

Linguistic Genius-
After years of learning different languages and traveling, Ismael has learned to pick up on languages quickly, yet he has quite a few languages in his repertoire as

Expert Driver-
After years of street racing and driving, Ismael knows how to push his machine to the limit. Dipping and weaving with ease, as he has the utmost confidence in his skill as he is more than willing to put in all forms of high-speed maneuvers.

Backstory

Being raised in a loving home, Ismael was very friendly and very active as a child. He was a very rambunctious yet sweet kid. Always smiling and happy as he followed his parents like he was glued to their hip. Yet as he grew he had become more adventurous, leaving to play outside, as he traveled further and further. Wishing to see more of his city, and eventually the world.

As when he hit the age where he was needing to go to school he started taking very serious care into his studies, with his favorite subjects being languages and literature. As he grew his father began taking him under his wing to start learning his family's business, an old mechanic shop. There he learned the love of vehicles and even began using it to closer with his father, as eventually, it came with a wish to make his own ride to travel the world.

Now reaching his teenage years, he had gained a bit of an adventurous heart to him, taking the vehicles they worked on and started to take them on joy rides. This fostered a love to go to remote areas, may if be in abandoned buildings, parks, and even the Grand Canyon if he could get away with it. He used the freedom to do as he wished. To travel to climb and to do as he pleases, making him more and more daring and more willing to explore, even if it ends up with him in a bad situation.

He normally found himself at the bad end of someone's list, yet after years of this, he learned how to defend himself with some less than standard fighting. He fought like those he gets caught by, like a thug and a gangster. Originally he learned to street fight out of necessity because he didn't want to die, yet he found joy and love to fight. He thought it was fun and exhilarating to fight. So he began being more daring, not fearing those around him, and even took it as a way to clean up some of the streets around his neighborhood.

Years later into his growth he had now reached a point in his life to strike out on his own for his own adventure. Yet first, he needed a vehicle, something he can call his own, so he set to work. Having his father help him with getting the parts, Ismael made a car with enough aftermarket parts to be a pure custom project, all within a very simplistic frame. Yet it has enough power to outrun any on market vehicles, even able to outrun many sports cars with ease.

With his newly built ride, he left to travel the US and put it through its paces, finding the most fun in life to travel. He traveled in his vehicle, slept in it, and ate in it, yet he always took care of it. As he made both friends and enemies along his adventure, he always held a smile.

Soon he left for Europe doing much the same there as he did in the US learning the cultures, making friends, and having fun. Soon he continued to the south, then the east, learning more and more as he travels. He took to learning their language and culture as he made friends there. Fought those he found at ends with, and then moved on to find more adventure.

Wishing to continue his adventure he found himself in Japan, the land of the rising sun. He has spent a year in Japan so far, learning the language, adapting to the culture, and getting into the occasional street race. Sure his vehicle is very strange, as the steering wheel is on the left side of the car instead of the right, but no laws don't stop him from using his vehicle. Yet, one day he woke up with a strange tattoo on his hand and a stranger laying with him in his car, he doesn't even remember drinking the night prior.

Appearance

Standing at 6'2 Ismael is a tall man, and being 185 lbs as well as being well-built means he is no weak man. He has bright blue eyes with short dark black hair.

Extra Stuff

Alignment: Chaotic Good, the individual is more important than the law.
Age: 24
Birthday: June 20th
Blood type: O-
Place of Birth: North America, Arizona
Languages: English, French, German, Italian, Spanish, Japanese, Greek, Arabic, and Chinese. In all of these languages, he is fluent in both speaking and reading.

Education: He had a very good education from his family and also him being apart of a good charter school. Here he loved Language as he wished to learn as many as he can so he could go traveling.

{Habits & Quirks}
- While in pain he will whistle.
- Always fires finger guns when trying to cheer up someone or when he feels awkward.
- When he is in the middle of training or fighting he can sometimes be seen humming. Why? To keep focused. Another reason, so he can feel cooler.
- He will talk while fighting as it is quite fun for him as it also keeps him concentrated.

{Hobbies}
- Playing guitar.
- He loves to explore abandoned buildings.
- Working on vehicles.
- Watching action movies.
- Playing board games.
- Trying to solve puzzles and riddles.

{Likes}
- Pizza, Hawaiian style or Barbecue Chicken.
- Gatherings: like the happy kind, parties and stuff.
- Music: Rock, Classic rock, Nu metal, Rap Rock, alternative metal, and Jpop (He doesn't want anyone to know though).
- Movies: The Matrix trilogy and Boondock saints.
- Riding in his car.
- People being happy.

{Dislikes}
- Being told what to do.
- Rude people.
- Complacency.
- Arrogance.

{Fears}
- Losing a limb. Specifically his arms.
- Death.
- Spiders.

{Talents}
- He is able to pick up on combat skills quickly and easily, having the ability to see the move and understand how and why it works.
- He is a talented Mechanic, wherewith the bare minimum he is able to upkeep and maintain his car.
- Ismael has been known to be a good cook.
- Is a decent singer and able to play these instruments: Guitar, piano, and harmonica.

His Car: Delilah

A good looking car, it looks very nice and well kept, yet it does not tell the full story of what this car can truly do.

A 4 door sedan, it has all the natural comforts that a car can have, except quite a few extras:

- The back seats can drop back into the trunk of the car to make a large bed to either store large things, or to sleep on with comfort.

- There are false bottoms to give increase storage space, like a spare tire, his clothing, bathing, and living supplies, and almost an entire workshop of tools he would need to maintain his vehicle or other vehicles.

Yet that is not where the end of the customization, as everything under the hood, is monstrous.

- Clocking in at with an impressive 0-60 of under 2 seconds.

- And a maximum speed of 200 miles per hour.

- With high traction control, the car is able to be switched between high precision control, to loose traction, for both tight control to loose drifting.

Fate / Astrolabe

<Snipped quote by Th3King0fChaos>

I'll say a good thing first, it is a very detailed sheet. I just have some worries.

Firstly, His sense of smell is much too good if he can smell blood that well. If it was magus-enhanced that is one thing, but he is for the most part a normal guy so it seems a little off. Especially since its just 'the smell of blood'.

Secondly, I need to ask why he needs a car of all things inside of one of the most optimised (for trains) metropolis. Especially since the premise of the rp is going into different 'domains' as well as having to navigate the city to find them, A car just isn't the most optimal thing for this, Unless of course your implying its effectively also his 'mobile base/he lives in it' then that's fine. Im just curious what the intent is behind the car is all.

@1Charak2

The smell of blood thing was because I thought it was cool. So if you don't want me to have it or reduce it I think that is fine.

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The intent of the car was to be a mobile base/somewhere for him to live as I think that's really cool.

Fate / Astrolabe

Ismael

Name: Ismael Helstein

Personality

Ismael is a lively person with a jovial spirit. His true love is to the world and watching people happy and lively. He is a man of the world and has very few worldly possessions, he has the bare minimum to keep himself going and to do what he does and wants. He can always crack a joke or tell a story to get someone to laugh. Yet above all others, he likes to be amusing to himself. Even if it is in or out of fighting. As he is a very talkative man in a fight, while still always taking any fight seriously. Yet with all of that, all he wants to do in the end is live a life with no regrets, and help those he can along the way.

Skills

Street fighting-
Ismael's constant veritable situations had led him to learn how to fight smarter and without much form. Having a more wide skill set rather than a very focused style of fighting. Giving him an edge in many different scenarios and giving him proficiency with improvised/blunt weapons, and improvised thrown weapons. This made him a very dangerous person to fight in a bar as he is in a weapon rich environment to throw objects and smash them into the opponent. Yet having him be at a disadvantage against others at his level with focus as he has no style and nothing truly honed down as a true 'Martial art'.

Expert Mechanic-
After years of working on vehicles and even making plenty of his own, he has now become an expert in maintaining and creating vehicles, as that is the reason why he is able to upkeep and maintain his very upgraded car.

Linguistic Genius-
After years of learning different languages and traveling, Ismael has learned to pick up on languages quickly, yet he has quite a few languages in his repertoire as

Expert Driver-
After years of street racing and driving, Ismael knows how to push his machine to the limit. Dipping and weaving with ease, as he has the utmost confidence in his skill as he is more than willing to put in all forms of high-speed maneuvers.

Backstory

Being raised in a loving home, Ismael was very friendly and very active as a child. He was a very rambunctious yet sweet kid. Always smiling and happy as he followed his parents like he was glued to their hip. Yet as he grew he had become more adventurous, leaving to play outside, as he traveled further and further. Wishing to see more of his city, and eventually the world.

As when he hit the age where he was needing to go to school he started taking very serious care into his studies, with his favorite subjects being languages and literature. As he grew his father began taking him under his wing to start learning his family's business, an old mechanic shop. There he learned the love of vehicles and even began using it to closer with his father, as eventually, it came with a wish to make his own ride to travel the world.

Now reaching his teenage years, he had gained a bit of an adventurous heart to him, taking the vehicles they worked on and started to take them on joy rides. This fostered a love to go to remote areas, may if be in abandoned buildings, parks, and even the Grand Canyon if he could get away with it. He used the freedom to do as he wished. To travel to climb and to do as he pleases, making him more and more daring and more willing to explore, even if it ends up with him in a bad situation.

He normally found himself at the bad end of someone's list, yet after years of this, he learned how to defend himself with some less than standard fighting. He fought like those he gets caught by, like a thug and a gangster. Originally he learned to street fight out of necessity because he didn't want to die, yet he found joy and love to fight. He thought it was fun and exhilarating to fight. So he began being more daring, not fearing those around him, and even took it as a way to clean up some of the streets around his neighborhood.

Years later into his growth he had now reached a point in his life to strike out on his own for his own adventure. Yet first, he needed a vehicle, something he can call his own, so he set to work. Having his father help him with getting the parts, Ismael made a car with enough aftermarket parts to be a pure custom project, all within a very simplistic frame. Yet it has enough power to outrun any on market vehicles, even able to outrun many sports cars with ease.

With his newly built ride, he left to travel the US and put it through its paces, finding the most fun in life to travel. He traveled in his vehicle, slept in it, and ate in it, yet he always took care of it. As he made both friends and enemies along his adventure, he always held a smile.

Soon he left for Europe doing much the same there as he did in the US learning the cultures, making friends, and having fun. Soon he continued to the south, then the east, learning more and more as he travels. He took to learning their language and culture as he made friends there. Fought those he found at ends with, and then moved on to find more adventure.

Wishing to continue his adventure he found himself in Japan, the land of the rising sun. He has spent a year in Japan so far, learning the language, adapting to the culture, and getting into the occasional street race. Sure his vehicle is very strange, as the steering wheel is on the left side of the car instead of the right, but no laws don't stop him from using his vehicle. Yet, one day he woke up with a strange tattoo on his hand and a stranger laying with him in his car, he doesn't even remember drinking the night prior.

Appearance

Standing at 6'2 Ismael is a tall man, and being 185 lbs as well as being well-built means he is no weak man. He has bright blue eyes with short dark black hair.

Extra Stuff

Alignment: Chaotic Good, the individual is more important than the law.
Age: 24
Birthday: June 20th
Blood type: O-
Place of Birth: North America, Arizona
Languages: English, French, German, Italian, Spanish, Japanese, Greek, Arabic, and Chinese. In all of these languages, he is fluent in both speaking and reading.

Education: He had a very good education from his family and also him being apart of a good charter school. Here he loved Language as he wished to learn as many as he can so he could go traveling.

{Habits & Quirks}
- While in pain he will whistle.
- Always fires finger guns when trying to cheer up someone or when he feels awkward.
- When he is in the middle of training or fighting he can sometimes be seen humming. Why? To keep focused. Another reason, so he can feel cooler.
- He will talk while fighting as it is quite fun for him as it also keeps him concentrated.

{Hobbies}
- Playing guitar.
- He loves to explore abandoned buildings.
- Working on vehicles.
- Watching action movies.
- Playing board games.
- Trying to solve puzzles and riddles.

{Likes}
- Pizza, Hawaiian style or Barbecue Chicken.
- Gatherings: like the happy kind, parties and stuff.
- Music: Rock, Classic rock, Nu metal, Rap Rock, alternative metal, and Jpop (He doesn't want anyone to know though).
- Movies: The Matrix trilogy and Boondock saints.
- Riding in his car.
- People being happy.

{Dislikes}
- Being told what to do.
- Rude people.
- Complacency.
- Arrogance.

{Fears}
- Losing a limb. Specifically his arms.
- Death.
- Spiders.

{Talents}
- He is able to pick up on combat skills quickly and easily, having the ability to see the move and understand how and why it works.
- He is a talented Mechanic, wherewith the bare minimum he is able to upkeep and maintain his car.
- Ismael has been known to be a good cook.
- Is a decent singer and able to play these instruments: Guitar, piano, and harmonica.

His Car: Delilah

A good looking car, it looks very nice and well kept, yet it does not tell the full story of what this car can truly do.

A 4 door sedan, it has all the natural comforts that a car can have, except quite a few extras:

- The back seats can drop back into the trunk of the car to make a large bed to either store large things, or to sleep on with comfort.

- There are false bottoms to give increase storage space, like a spare tire, his clothing, bathing, and living supplies, and almost an entire workshop of tools he would need to maintain his vehicle or other vehicles.

Yet that is not where the end of the customization, as everything under the hood, is monstrous.

- Clocking in at with an impressive 0-60 of under 2 seconds.

- And a maximum speed of 200 miles per hour.

- With high traction control, the car is able to be switched between high precision control, to loose traction, for both tight control to loose drifting.

Yggdrasil Chronicles: Iron Grip

@Whoami

Sorry I have lost interest and will not be playing. I do wish you guys the best, as it does look fun.

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

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Abaddon & Dr.Millard

In collaboration with: @dragonpiece

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Millard had spent the entire time, the briefing was being held inspecting each person. He was not impressed, sure many of them were soldiers during the war, and each of them was some form of space wizard, however, none of that impressed him. They may have accomplished quite a few things during the war, yet he has little faith in their mental capacities. Sure some may be geniuses, yet they seem to be literal children with their actions. Millard didn't mind the slight playfulness, honestly, if they weren't playful at all, he thinks they would be extremely boring to him. Yet as he watches, each Star Marine had very little that showed their maturity. Some tried to feign maturity, yet others seemed to hold themselves differently. Not because of age, yet because of how they were brought up and what life threw at them. However, one stuck out like a sore thumb to him, Narvia. To Millard, Narvia is a liability rather than an asset. She at first seemed to be this young kind girl, yet on the simple remembrance that a damn lemon bar brought, she nearly broke down into a sobbing mess, needing multiple people to support her just to stop her from crying. Yes, they may be soldiers, yet this told him more than he needed to know: Some are truly kids.

Once the briefing was over, Millard just left, he needed a cigarette. Really, he needed more than that, he needed to get his mind off of things, because in honesty, he didn't find much to like about the kids. Was it unfair that he was bunching all the kids with the few things he saw? Yes. Does he care? No. One of them thought it was a good or proper thing to wish to stop him from smoking and Trajan from drinking, through taking their desired vice. Did Trajan need to stop before he hit the floor? Yes. Did that matter? No. Millard was more than willing to decide to not smoke in front of her, he just finds it annoying that Narvia girl also threw in that extra remark about smoking while crying, made him feel like she might have been fishing for some form of cutesy comfort, yet Millard won't hold that against her, he'll just have to make sure she takes extra care before she does something she will live to regret.

Millard made it to his room as he sat down and just leaned back in his chair as he looked at the ceiling as he left himself to his thoughts. He is trying to at least clear his pallet of what he saw today of the kids, maybe when he interacts with them in a one-on-one setting it will be different. Maybe today was a bad day, Millard doesn't know but he'll at least give it a shot, maybe he was just too moody today? Who knows? Yet immediately after some of these thoughts, he saw a large fellow walk in and set down some 'medication' for him and asked if he wished to party. Like any good soldier he said, "Hell yeah, I'd like to party".

Abaddon sat down on Millard's bed and started to infuse himself with the good old Rau've drugs. "Today was not the best day was it?" Once he got the use out of the needle he tossed it in a bag then threw it into the trash can.

Millard watched as Abaddon sat down and injected himself with what looked like some more of the Rau've stuff. Millard knew of this stuff because of Abaddon, as he asked if a Kaisoken could get high, and well other than magic, that was the literal only other thing known that can. As Abaddon threw a question out that made Millard lean back as he had the bottle of alcohol in his hand, "Not at all. It could have been better for sure". Millard takes a swig from the bottle as he continues, "On the same topic, how did you feel about the kids?" Millard wished to know Abaddon's opinion of the little super 'soldiers', maybe Abaddon saw something he didn't.

Abaddon had a feeling that it was going to be a drink out of the bottle night but at the start? He could tell that Millard was holding some judgments in him."Well, some are okay, some are damaged, some of them cry. Other than that, I was left with a mild distaste for them. I thought more of them would be more soldier-like. I have read a lot and describing some of them as Star Marines is truly a disservice to the Marines." Abaddon pulled out a very nice pack of cigarettes, "I brought you some more considering you were mugged by a little girl", Abaddon turned away to laugh a bit as that was funny as hell.

Millard listened to Abaddon as he described how he saw the children. Millard agreed with Abaddon on this one, Star Marines. Millard knew many Marines, these kids didn't even fit the bill for what a Marine is, well one of them was big enough to be mistaken as a Marine, yet he is the only one, the rest look like some kids who were thrust into combat. Millard took a breath as he is here to forget that, not keep harping over it, as he looked back to find Abaddon had produced a pack of cigarettes for him. He laughed as he said, "Yeah, she robbed me blind with that one. But at least some good came out of it". As he took one out as he started to smoke it as he continued, "You really do buy the good ones. I just stick to the cheap shit you can find on station". As he leaned back and started lean back in his chair as he said, "Well, we're here with them. I suppose to get to know them more closely would be easier than holding this slight taste in the mouth." As Millard looked towards Abaddon as he says, "Well, I hope they can be a help. I was wondering, who would be helpful to the jobs here? I hope one of them has healing magic". Millard lets his mind wander a little as he tries to figure out who had what magic.

"What can I say? The idea of buying cheap just feels wrong to me. If I can afford to buy rich then I do. Now why I'm buying things that I can't even try is a mystery to me as well." Millard's idea on how to deal with some of these negative ideas is to get to know them, "Maybe, I believe that some of them didn't get to show their maturity, some I am ready to be more disappointed as we get to know them. I will tell you that if Ariel steals my drugs I will have some words with her." It was a good question about their powers, "Except for the ones who straight up said their skills, you can make an assumption that one of the twins has a healing skill. Other than that, I have no clue. It's amazing how little you can tell sometimes, speaking from personal experience. Mirrorshard's magic would have been quite a fight for them." Abaddon laid back and rested his head on his hands, trying to not destroy Millard's pillow. "I really wanted to fight Mirrorshard! I feel like it's been ages since I had a decent fight. He may have at least stirred my spirit a little! But no, I sent him on a false mission. Well whatever, what's done is done." The drugs were hitting different today, maybe it's because he wanted to escape the den of emotions that was the meeting room, maybe it was him injecting more than usual, who knows?

"Eh it would make sense one of the twin kids would have it. They would probably want to look out for the other". Millard hoped Ariel wasn't their 'healer', or she will have to get over a lot of things fast, like his smoking. Millard listened, needing no need to talk, he hoped that what Abaddon said was true. Some of the kids being more mature than their introduction let on, hell, he was unable to see a few introduce themselves, so he was interested in those people, yet still, he had to just hope. As Abaddon spoke of Mirrodshard, Millard didn't leave the ship, because someone needed to keep the ship safe. And while that was happening he was straightening up his office. So Millard had no clue who this Mirrorshard was, nor his skill, so he asked Abaddon to enlighten him, "Huh, what could that Mirrorshard guy do? He seemed interesting at least".

Abaddon sat up, excited to talk about his student. Abbadon's voice was almost giddy in a way as he spoke of Mirrorshard "Well, first of all, it turns out my message is spreading. He had limbs and everything! Oh, how I wanted to test his mettle. But anyway, he was a swordsman, using his arm as the sword. But his magic was truly splendid, especially for how young he was. He was a bonafide mage slayer. If they would have fought him, I'm almost sure that they would have lost a great amount. I can only imagine him choking the last bit of life out of one of them, sucking every bit of mana. Oh, he was truly a monster in his own right. Not only was his magic superb, but I could also tell from his structure he was truly durable, I'm not sure normal explosives would be enough to damage him. You would need magic. But then that is where he would act as a mirror returning everything beautifully to the owner." Abaddon realized he was getting carried away. He gave a cough, "Anyway, he would have been a very difficult fight."

"Ah I see. Sounds like a real pain in the ass". Millard said once Abaddon finished his loving remarks of Mirrorshard. As Millard thought about what the kids came in carrying, most of them had very few weapons with them, most of them must have been heavily magic reliant, not bad, yet in situations like this, that is a death sentence. But Millard makes the remark afterward as he says, "Hmm, must have been a great feeling for you. To know such a great student had sought you. I was wondering though, how old is the boy?" Millard was interested because if he was younger then he would be slightly less dangerous as he would be inexperienced still.

"Mirrorshard is only past his first century. He is technically an adult but compared to me and many other Kaisoken, he is still a child. I'm happy to guide the youth though, I see it as a noble duty for the old to teach the young. Even if leading them to their destiny ends up cutting your own short. However, many Kaisoken of my age or less try to preserve the world they grew in, hampering the previous generations", Abbadon's tone had shifted to one of self-reflection, "I have seen many passionate men and women have their ambition snuffed out by our unchanging ways. I believe if I can create a path for change, whether for my beliefs or not, then maybe I can grow old as well."

"Ah, a beautiful dream. One I hold similar sentiments to". Millard was in a bit of contemplation as he thought about why he was here. Then not too long after he thought about really anything else, as he said as he just remembered, "Ah fuck. The kids are at that age. I think I need to deal with them before they run off and do something they live to regret." He thought about it, but as he stood up he felt the alcohol hit him as he then said, "Ahh, nope, I'll leave that for tomorrow", as he sits back down and leans back, knowing this will probably be where he sleeps for the night.

Abaddon could see how hammered Millard was, it might be best to put the doctor to sleep, any more and he might puke. Abaddon grabbed the drugs and put them in his bag, leaving the weed as it was legal. He now pulled the lemon bars out and set them in front of the doctor "I'm going to get you some actual food. Drink some water while I'm gone." With that Abaddon went out of the room and headed to the kitchen to procure something to keep a hole out of Millard's stomach.

Millard watches as Abaddon gets up and starts cleaning things up. Millard thought it was fair, he felt the drunkenness in his legs as Abaddon leaves him some snacks to hold him over until he comes back. Millard waves to Abaddon as he says, "Thank you, I'll make sure to stay put". Once he leaves, Millard opens up his minifridge to grab one of his many water bottles, as he drinks it quickly and starts munching on the Lemon Bars as he waits, thinking how he will talk to the kids about the more non-pg things couples can do.

Once Abaddon gets back, Millard eats for a bit before he heads off to bed. Knowing someone might want to ruin his sleep by waking him up because of their wish to see him be a 'Good' Doctor. All while Abaddon leaves to start working more on the ship, there was still quite a bit to be done before he could start to rest.

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

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Tarak

_{Location: The Cargo Hold
Interaction: @Landaus Five-One
Mention: @dragonpiece & @samakama}

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Tarak had left Trajan's room and started his silent walk to the Cargo bay. His mind was calm as he started to tap open his forearm mounted Omni-tool that is connected to his padded bodysuit, as he started to key up and look up music. As he found a Collection of Music that he listened to many times before, but still thought was great. So with a small smile, he pressed play, yet no sound came out. No, the music started to play in his head. His spinal cybernetic connected to his brain stem and connects to his brain which allows him to link directly to his Omni tool and with special modifications, he is able to even link up to power armors to increase his combat effectiveness in them.

Once he found his music, he began his stroll down to the Cargo Hold. His mind was calm as he was just listening to music as he quietly started to open the door to the Twin's room to check on them. He saw Samuel fast asleep as Iris was awake and drawing on him. Tarak had a smile on his face as he slowly stepped away and allowed the door to quietly close. As he continued as he just looked around the area, not only getting to know the place but also where people decided to sleep for the night. As once he made a few mental notes, he started to finally stop making detours and get what he needs before he heads off to bed.

However, it seemed he was not the first to be down here. Tarak didn't take too much of a mind to it, he just deactivated the music from going into one of his ears as he was here with both Ariel Narvia. As he started to look around for his stuff as almost immediately on his entrance Narvia spoke to him about why he was here. Tarak listened to Narvia as he learned she was here to find things for making Kebabs, now with th4e mention of food, Tarak realizes he hasn't eaten, he hasn't felt hungry, yet he knew he should eat soon. Yet he still had to do things before he did anything else so he answered Narvia's first little set of questions with a smile, "Ah I was here to grab my things and transition them into my room. I wish I had the time to help you guys cook. But I do need to do some transitional stuff before I can relax. You know equipment can be finicky".

After that, Narvia asked about allergies the Twins' had, he thought as he checked his mental list and started to list them out, "Ah Allergies that the Twins' have, well Iris has no food allergies, Samuel has quite a few. Samuel can't have anything with peanuts, soy, shellfish, mustard, celery, and I think Sulphur Dioxide. If I remember it is a preservative for some dried fruits, meats and is present in a few other things like some alcohols. So if you can dodge those things he would appreciate it". As once Tarak came out of his mental list, he gave them a smile and thumbs up. As he started to collect his box or two of items as he throws them on top of each other and started to lift them with ease as he started to leave, yet noticed Narvia looked towards him with eyes that screamed wait. As he stopped and looked at her as it seemed she had something on her mind as she asked him a very interesting question.

Narvia asked Tarak something that he has known the answer to since he was a kid, she asked him what he does when someone threatens his family or friends. Tarak never had blood family, he had bonds with others he considered family, yet this answer was easy for him to respond to, yet he knew he shouldn't. Tarak looked to Narvia with a slightly saddened expression as he said to her, "Ah well…I…never had family…Like blood family. I know why you ask…honestly I am not the best to ask…I never really dealt with that…I think asking someone like Iris would be better…she probably dealt with this so it is better to ask her opinion, after all, she's been protected and has protected Samuel since they were kids".

Tarak said with a smile that told them he was sorry for not being of any help. Tarak knew his answer, yet he wished not to tell her. He knew Iris would have a better answer for Narvia, one that wasn't so…gruesome. As he took his things as he says to both Ariel and Narvia, "Well good night. I'll see you two in the morning". As Tarak began to leave, heading to his room to start putting things away and checking them in case they were messed up in the transition over.

Fate/Astrolabe

I am very interested.

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

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The Matthews Twins

In collaboration with: @dragonpiece

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Samuel laughed a little as he saw Finbarr had never noticed the hair and gave out a catty yelp because of him pointing it out. Samuel turned back to the discussion at hand as Avelyn spoke up. She made a good point to show that they could still try to use the stealth tech and a few other tricks to make it through the shorter route given to them. Samuel understood the sentiment to make sure the other rebels are able to defend themselves while they make their way over. Samuel just didn't care about that though, he wanted Iris to be safe, yet if that is the path, he'll deal with it. Samuel turned to Iris when the discussion seemed to finish as he held out his hand for her as he says, "Hey wanna go and look at our room?"

Good, he doesn't seem to notice the lack of candy. Iris was somewhat happy to travel the shorter path. Sure it was the riskier path but the benefits of the route were just too enticing to let slip away. She hasn't met Admiral Laguna but she trusts that Flame would be truthful about his experiences. Iris went to grab Samuel's hand, "Yeah, I kinda want a room with a window. Do you think they have one?" Iris started to exit the room, bringing Samuel with her.

Samuel grabbed onto Iris's hand as he said, "I think there isn't any. I was looking at the ship and the outside had no windows on the side." Samuel looked around as they went and found a nice empty room. As Samuel turned on the lights it showed a clean empty room with a full-size bed that is bolted into the wall and floor. A long clean metal table bolted into the wall and a single chair pushed in. Samuel then spotted a closet, whereupon opening it up he finds it is actually quite a large space for clothing. He says, "Hey this isn't bad", as he is standing in the room as he extends his arms to show the room in the closet.

"Ah, that sucks. I was hoping to look at the sprawling Nebulas as we traveled. Oh well, I hope the bed is big!" Iris said as she somewhat jogged to their chosen room. She took in the room pretty quickly and was just as quickly disappointed with its contents. But even with the dull aesthetic of the room, nothing would stop her from swan diving onto the bed. As Iris was nuzzling into the pillow Samuel grabbed her attention, showing her the closest. "Wow! That's a big closet!" as Iris lunged herself out of bed towards Samuel and the closet. She stuck her head on and examined the closet. She looked back at Samuel, "It really is big huh? I'll start putting up our belongings. You just relax on the bed for a bit." Iris was not showing it but having their own room with a big closet was actually overwhelming for her. It's like they were one step closer to being normal. As she was hanging up some of Samuel's shirts, Iris turned to Samuel and rested her dominant hand on her hip, "Hey, we'll be settling down for the night so get into your comfy clothes." Iris then continued to hang up his shirts.

Samuel says as Iris says that she would put up their belongings, "Alrighty. If you want". Samuel didn't care about if he put them up or she did, so he just threw himself onto the bed as he laid there and just stared at Iris putting up their clothing. He was thinking the entire time that this was nice. He was happy this felt normal, not too normal to overwhelm them, just normal enough to feel like they are no longer tools. Samuel had a smile on his face as he was watching Iris, yet he noticed she turned and told him to take off his clothing and get into his night gear. Which he does quickly as he goes and strips down into his underwear as he goes and grabs a pair of loose shorts. Feeling comfortable as his body is now freed he throws himself back onto the bed as he sighs out, "Done. Now you just need to change and get into bed".

"Alright" Iris responds to Samuel. She goes into the closet and shuts the door, a leisure she is truly appreciating. After stripping down to get underwear, she put on her only pair of night shorts. Then she looked around at some of Samuel's shirts. She grabbed his Superman shirt and put it on. It keeps getting tighter around here. Iris began to pull on the logo, stretching it to make room. It still hanged loosely around the midsection. After distorting the shirt enough to look like an optical illusion she excited the closet triumphantly. She does a hop onto Samuel, "TACKLE!"

Samuel noticed Iris close the closet door, he got excited. This was exciting because then there was something else that felt normal as well, privacy. As he waited for Iris he thought about their living situation. This isn't bad. I thought it was gonna be worst. Hell I think this is gonna be good. As he was lost in thought he hears Iris yell out as he notices a superman logo smash into his face. As he feels it is Iris he just wraps his arms around her and says in a muffled voice, "You're stretching my shirt. You need to get smaller boobs".

Iris laughed as she then heard Samuel's comment about her bust, "I have no control of their growth, you just need to get bigger shirts." As she was done playing, for now, she pulled herself to be more eye level with him. "And what about you? I was taller than you only like half a year ago!" Iris started to squeeze him like she was trying to compress him down, "Get smaller little brother."

Samuel looked at Iris with, "Oh really? I'm the little one here?" As Samuel started to lock his arms around her and started to tickle her ribs relentlessly as he says, "If I was the Little Brother would I be able to do this?" As he began to bite her cheek as he tickles her more furiously.

Samuel's response has Iris a sense of dread as she knew what came next. As he started his onslaught onto her ribs she could only laugh and kick get legs, "No! Please!" as she continued to lose to the tickling. Eventually, Samuel bit her cheek, "Ah! No please stop!" After like 3 minutes of hellish tickling, Iris finally conceded, "I give, I give! I'm the little sister!"

Samuel was laughing this entire time as it has been a great bit of time since they could just play and not worry. As once Samuel hears Iris concede as the little sibling. He finally stops as he is chuckling and holding Iris. He lays there, happy, happy that this is where they are now. As he cuddles into Iris as he says, "I'm happy we are here together". As he falls asleep very quickly, the fatigue of the day finally catching up with him

While recovering from the tickle assault, Iris was pulled in to some cuddles and some sappy sibling bonding time. She just responded to Samuel with, "I'm glad you chased me that day." She then falls asleep with him. Only to wake up a few minutes later and start drawing tattoos they should get together as he sleeps. Tattoos from waist to face. He is such a cute, heavy sleeper. She will be awake for some time as she pens on the tattoo's she likes and thought would look good.

A place to keep my stuff in order

If you are in Innocence Lost Do not look unless You ask

Mercenary leader

Lupus Rex of The Wolf Pack

Name: Tarak Gjallarhorn, Barbatos, Lupus Rex.
Age: 42
Physical Description:
This man stands at 6'7 in his armor and is well built but not overly muscular. He is an older man who holds himself with a swagger that can only be described as years of fighting and confidence that can drop any woman’s guard, he’s a player as they come, and never is one to be tied down to anyone gal.

Hider

Important items:

Maria

Maria-


A hand cannon that seems to ooze with this deep energy that bellows in your chest by just looking at it. People with magic will be able to almost feel it radiate sickening energy that seems almost foreign yet familiar. This is a weapon made from a kaisoken who was twisted beyond his years and wanted to be turned into a weapon so he can kill even more after death.

- Fires a large bolt of dark greenish energy that travels at incredible speeds. The bolt can ricochet to hit behind walls, structures, or to get around the target's protections. Can ricochet twice per shot before it will begin to bore.

- On a hit, the bolt will begin to bore into the target hit as it will begin to quickly melt the surrounding area before dispersing.

Demon’s Fang

Demon’s Fang-


A High-Frequency blades- A Sword that is reinforced by a powerful alternating current and resonating at extremely high vibration frequencies. This oscillation weakens the molecular bonds of anything it cuts, thereby increasing its cutting ability.

It is housed in sheaths that increase its lethality greatly, as it has a launching system embedded into it as it takes the explosive power of a small railgun and launches the blade forward, when held it can make a great fast draw that can supersede Barbatos’ natural speed. While not being held it will launch however Barbatos faces the blade and launches it at astonishing speeds, with enough power to break through concrete.

While there is no blade in the sheath, there is a magazine that holds 5 collapsible metal projectiles that can be loaded to fire out at high velocity and smash into anything. The metal has been reinforced to allow them to withstand the forces exerted onto them, so they will still be able to deal immense damage.

Wolf King Armor

Wolf King Armor-

A powerful suit of armor that is virtually impervious to conventional small arms fire, as a square hit is the only thing that will actually damage the suit, if at all. The suit comes with many nifty features that make him more combat effective: H.U.D, Jet Booster, powered exoskeleton, life support, a diffuser shield, and adaptive adhesion armor.

Advanced H.U.D: The head of the suit contains thermal vision, night vision, x-ray vision, a connection to his vitals, his ammunition counter, and a direct connection to his Omni-tool.

Jet Booster- The suit has jet thrusters put onto the pack on the back of the suit and the legs. These were designed for use in the vacuum of space so that you don't get stranded in space and use for on planet to allow for sustained flight.

Powered Exoskeleton- The suit has a powered exoskeleton that keeps it moving, as it is too heavy carrying all of its natural weight. This allows him to move as fast as he normally would without the armor, and not to feel encumbered at all.

Life Support- A life support system integrated directly into the suits pack, that can sustain 24 hours at a time before needing to resupply. It also includes heating, cooling, pressurization stabilizer, and a 24-hour oxygen supply. When a hole is made in the suit that would destroy its integrity a durable see-through gel will fill the area. There is enough gel to fill up to a 3 square foot area hole. The helmet is sealed off from the rest of the suit, to allow for probable survival if the lower bodysuit is compromised.

Diffuser Shield- Is an invisible energy field that surrounds the armor lessens the damage from any laser type weaponry that hits the wearer.

Adaptive Adhesion Armor- Powerful adaptive armor that can modify it’s electron structure to stick to walls and ceilings. This is connected to a brain implant that will change and adapt the armor’s electron structure to stick to objects by the mere thought of him.

Bio

Bio:

Tarak was never a man of simple things, he was an adventurer, an explorer, a spacer. He was born to a Mercenary family. His mother and father groomed him to be a strong boy and he wanted to always be stronger, better, faster than anyone else. If you set a record, he would break it, if you had an achievement, he would take it, and if you had beef, you wouldn’t make it. He was a kid with expectations to meet, not from his parents, from himself. He was always trying to outdo everyone and everything, all while having a great smile on his face. He was trained every which way to break a man, no one ever stepped up to fight him, because they knew that the last person was left with a single warning, “Ain’t no one better”

Once he became 16 he left the care of his parents, heading to make his own fortune. He was given a single gun, and a single blade and told to work it out, which he did. He hooked up with a mercenary guild quickly, finding being a soldier of fortune on the outer rim to be a quick way to gain money. Spent a few years gaining a bit of money and gaining a bit of notoriety, as he learned the joys of the flesh. He killed when he wanted, fucked when he wanted, and did what he wanted, all with a smile.

As he had spent his years doing as he wished he slowly wanted more. He left his mercenary group as it became too small for him, he moved on to bigger and bigger groups. Until finally, he came to the Wolf Pack. A large Mercenary group Feilding over 500,000 mercenaries and a well-known reputation. ‘Perfect’ was the only word he could udder as he knew he wanted to be at the top of the pack. He wanted to be the biggest wolf, the top dog. As he started from the bottom, starting as their expendable units, just like everywhere else.

Yet he quickly showed his skills and honestly his dangerous fervor as he clawed his way through the most hazardous of areas, dived deep into the darkest of abysses, and scaled impossible walls, all for a sick kick and a shot at becoming better. This dangerous fervor was not left unnoticed as the higher-ups promoted him to the next rank in the Mercenary group. Sending him on new missions, into the vacuum of space, into hellish water worlds, and even to fight the universe's most dangerous game, all for money, yet he did it all. Like a demon, he tore through it all and kept charging, aiming higher and not slowing. As they promoted him again, knowing it won’t be long before they can really tell what kind of man he is.

Now at the tier below the named Mercenaries, Cerberus, he was set with the other 9,999 Demon Wolves. These are the elites before you get to really get your name out there. The Demon Wolves were known for many feats within the Galaxy, untouchable, always charging, and you can never outrun them. They were the special forces worst nightmare, as it has been known that rogue governments would hire Demon Wolves to train their Soldiers for when the aliens would attack and hire them for security against military intervention against rebels. One of the main ways for a Demon Wolf to be recognized as one to the pack is to take down a Fenris on their own. A large creature from the planet Farus, it is Canine like in appearance as it stands at 30 feet tall, has sharp red eyes, weighing a good 10 tons, and can sprint at over 100 miles per hour, this was not a creature made to be hunted, it was an apex predator. Yet to become a part of the Demon Wolves, you need to prove you are strong enough. So Tarak was sent to kill a Fenris, he was allowed to take any weapons and any equipment, so he took his trusty blade and gun, as he left, with a big smile. His hunt was long and hard, as he picked the biggest he could find, a pure white monster of a creature, larger than the others, as it towered even over some trees on normal worlds, yet he knew why these things could even exist. This is a super planet, larger than most, yet the most strange part is the low gravity and the high oxygen concentration in the atmosphere. The fauna and flora here are massive, and even more so, this world seems to favor size over all others, as the bigger a creature, the better it is at surviving or hunting here. Even the insects are massive as they could easily take down and kill a full-grown man. Tarak found this to be a worthy place to hunt, yet not now, he needed to prove to the others his strength.

He hunted that large Fenris for weeks, slowly whittling it down with his sneak attacks, his impromptu traps and finally he met it in a final confrontation. As he stared it down, his visor glowed red, saying, it was ready to kill, as he leaped forward like a mad man, as he started using this lower gravity to his advantage and started to bounce around and attack the beast, knowing full well, if he makes a wrong move, he dies. As a single bite will literally swallow him whole, as this was the rush he was looking for as he was a wild man. He took chunks of the beast with every pass, as he barely dodged death with every moment, all this was his accumulation of skills and strength put into a single fight, as he finally felled the beast, no scratch on him, as he took the head and fur. Now he was amongst the 10,000, but he was now filled with a hunger that drove him more, the want to be the literal best, had now fueled him to go even further now.

As he began his climb again, now with a vigor that could be called ravenous. He had picked up a more vicious style of combat, using acrobatics and movement that was considered unnatural, yet was normal among the Demon Wolves, as all of them were changed when they left Farus. They became more deadly, unpredictable, and even animal-like. Yet even still, Tarak shined above those around him, his skills were always improving and always adapting. His equipment was always shaping and changing, as it was finally time to see if this little rising star had what it took to really become part of the big leagues, Cerberus.

As the initiation was always the same for all. Live a year on Farus. Come back alive you are now a member of Cerberus, and in all honesty, Tarak was foaming at the mouth excited. He was ready, he was itching to go back to Farus. He wanted to feel the thrill of that world again, as when he was about to be dropped off, he was given the choice to have 3 items, and those three were: His sword, a rebreather, and an Omnitool, to listen to music only really. As he spent an entire year here, killing to live, finding ways to make clothing, how the environment is different, and even how to survive this planet with near toxic level air. It was perfect to cultivate his skills, as this year moved along, he slowly got to the point where he had taken down every land creature this planet had to offer. As it tested his endurance, his speed, his strength, his guts, his willpower, and his every bit of a person. As he always spat at its eyes and smiled, as he soon had conquered this planet and everything it had. There, after the year, he left a new man, one able to join Cerberus and really conquer something.

After a year with Cerberus, he had met the strangest of clients, from all walks of life, yet the most interesting one was this Kaisoken, not bigger than any man, yet had malice seeping from its core. What is often asked Tarak to do was kill other creatures for its pleasure. Kill while it watched, most never took its business, yet Tarak was interested. So he took up the strange requests, at first it was nothing crazy, kill this guy this way, kill this guy that way. But soon the kaioken upped the stakes, paying to go on missions with Tarak, as it grew fond of the man, loving the brutal manner in which he slew foes. The downright sickening skill this man had cultivated interested the kaisoken to the point of infatuation. Yet this interest never faded, as even when the Kaisoken watched more and more, it wanted more and more. To the point of nearly killing Tarak just to see what it would feel like to die by the blade of a perfect murderer. Yet on its last wish, it wanted one thing, to be made into a weapon for Tarak, so even in death, it gets to watch Tarak kill.

After this, Tarak had a good feeling, with this new gun, and his skills, he could take the Wolf King. So Tarak did what any sane man would do, he walked up to the Mercenary leader and challenged him to a duel to the death. He put everything he had on the line, every credit, every favor, every possession, and every ideal on the chance to take hold of a title only a few could dream of having. As he dueled the Wolf King, he was elated, no he was excited! They fought like men who had no sense of death, ready to kill at any moment, ready to die on a single mistake. They fought and fought, ‘till they were met with a dilemma, only one of them brought a gun. As Tarak had planned this fight, he was waiting, he knew this old man only used swords, so he practiced the blade and the gun. As this gun was no ordinary gun, it was a gun made of a Kaisoken and produced energy sickening to see, yet was mighty effective as when it hit the old man, he tried to block, as it dug through him, to the bone, and out the back. Leaving the dying man with indescribable pain as he watched Tarak take a few steps forward to him, and then executed him.

This is how Tarak rose to the power he finds today. Now, what did he do during the war? Well, that’s easy, he made money. He had sent many, including himself, into the war on the side of whoever was the highest bidder. And well, the Ascendancy paid a high price to get the Wolf Pack on their side, as they struck fear into the hearts of all who fought them. The Wolf Pack did not fight like soldiers, they were monsters in the shape of men, and they could always turn the game of numbers to their favor, however like all good soldiers of Fortune, when the money runs dry, they go elsewhere. As they left before the battle of Proxima, not wishing to fight for a cause that did not pay them enough to throw themselves into the sun, they decided to sell what they took from the war, and upgrade a bit, giving everyone who survived a bonus and also new equipment, courtesy of the boss himself. For Tarak? He wants to live the life he like he always had, never do anything anyone says, and fight whoever he pleases, and well, the Ascendancy seemed to have come across a bit of money that could sway Tarak and his ‘small’ band of Mercenaries to fight again, this time, not against aliens, but insurrectionists. Hell, it would be fun to him, after all, this should be an easy bit of cash and a way to alleviate the tension between the Ascendancy and the Wolf Pack before the next war breaks out. After all, who would just lie back after losing most of their space?

Exceptional Skills

Exceptional Skill List:

Exceptional Willpower, Unnatural resistance to magical mind-altering effects, and the mental fortitude to push through anything that is set before him, no matter the odds.

Exceptional Acrobatics- The superhuman level of acrobatics that borders the physically impossible as movement can be seen as very fluent and even strange with the strange aerial movements.

Exceptional Speed- The superhuman level of sprint speed that borders the physically impossible as in a quick burst of speed he can close distances within little time.

Exceptional Tracking- The unnatural ability to track and hunt down any creature he has his ‘sight’ on.

Exceptional Swordsmanship x2- The superhuman skill of swordsmanship that goes beyond the physical limitations of the human body and movement to deliver powerful and devastating sword strikes.

Exceptional Gunslinging x2- The superhuman skill of gunmanship that goes beyond the physical limitations of the human body and reaction speed to deliver gunfire quickly and precisely.

Extra Skills:

Exceptional Endurance- Unnatural endurance, the ability to shrug off many blows that will put most humans down.

Exceptional Strength- Unnatural physical strength, the ability to lift things inconceivable for the normal human, and strike with enough force to break through steel.

+1 Exceptional Acrobatics- The superhuman level of acrobatics that borders the physically impossible as movement can be seen as very fluent and even strange with the strange aerial movements.

+1 Exceptional Speed- The superhuman level of sprint speed that borders the physically impossible as in a quick burst of speed he can close distances within little time.

Wolf Pack Mercenary Company

The Wolf Pack Mercenary Company is a group of over Half a million mercenaries. They are soldiers of fortune first and foremost, they kill to get paid. Yet they are not like any other Mercenary group, they are a very well known one for their absolutely ruthless tactics, their skills are beyond rival, and their effectiveness is as perfect as it comes. Yet they do not discriminate with the idea of race, if you are talented enough to join, and able to hack, well anyone will do. Tayanen, Kaisoken, Rau’ve, and any other creature willing to fight for a living. All are accepted into the pack as family.

There is a hierarchy set up to split up the mercenaries into 4 tiers. Each has a natural increase in pay per mission, as each is of a different tier of skill, yet they will always be expected to put in as much effort as needed for a mission, even if it is to go above their pay grade. Then after this split among tier, each mercenary is split up into groups that best suit the person.

Devil Dogs

The first level of Mercenary is the Devil Dogs: They are known to be very professional in terms of Mercenaries. They have been trained and organized as well as any military body has been, yet equipped with gear that rivals what is on the market, all made in house. With them being 400,000 strong they are a large force and have been known to have been hired out as an army for hire. They have better training than most armies and better equipment than most armies. Making them a very powerful army, they can be expensive if you want the best of the firepower. Yet can still be an affordable option for any third-rate dictator.

Hell Hounds

The second level of Mercenary is the Hell Hounds: They are known to be very exceptional in terms of Mercenaries. They have been trained with efficiency and organization as an outstanding army with personalized gear and experience to give them an edge over most military forces. With them being 100,000 they are a sizable force and have been known to be leaders among their Devil Dogs counterparts. They are on top of their game and are very well respected even among special forces. They cost a pretty penny to be hired, yet you get your money's worth as very few can match their skill and team Tactics. And are known to be very dangerous starfighters. A very good buyable army for any sizable 1st world governmental force.

Demon Wolves

The third level of Mercenary is the Demon Wolves: They are known to be legendary among Mercenaries. They are more ruthless than any soldier can be and more effective than any platoon can be. They have experiences that put veterans to shame and equipment that is well personalized and designed for that person's use. The Demon Wolves are made up of around 10,000 wolves. They are among the best in their craft and are unique as they are normally armed with power armor and custom gear to fit their very unique and sporadic style of combat. Their skills are matched by few and beaten by even fewer. Hiring a squad of Demon Wolves can cost a small fortune, yet a small fortune is worth more than its weight, as they are known to be the best you can buy, without some deep connections.

Cerberus

Then the final rank of Mercenary is Cerberus: An elite unit of Mercenaries hand-picked by the Lupus Rex himself. They are among the best in their craft and are unique as they are normally armed with power armor and custom exotic gear to fit their very unique styles of combat. Their skills are second to none. As each one has enough power and skill to rival entire armies worth of mercenaries. They are the best in their craft, and the price shows, as no Joe Shmoe could even get in touch to hire a Cerberus Member let alone afford the cost within their lifetime. Yet when you hire a member of Cerberus, you get a part of the Wolf Pack, plus a guarantee if one of Cerberus can't do it, all of Cerberus goes after it, free of charge.

The Wolf Pack’s Fleet

The Wolf Pack’s Fleet was an extremely dangerous force to be reckoned with in terms of their tactics as they have some of the best tacticians and flight crews, with the freedom to abuse ships and push them to their limits. They are naturally more dangerous in a fight, as they have many soldiers across many lives, including Rau’ve, Tayanen, Krota, and even the rare Kaisoken. These men are not to be trifled with as each ship is headed by geniuses of their craft, and know-how to break a plan with their knowledge and ingenuity.

The Wolf Pack wields the best technology that money can buy. With some of the best mercenaries that can be thought of as almost every person in the Wolf Pack is a veteran soldier and mercenary from the Ascendancy-Xeno War.

The entire fleet of the Wolf Pack is made up of 6 Heavy Cruisers, 12 Destroyers, 22 Corvettes, 2 dreadnoughts, and over 100 personnel carriers. Three destroyers are completely different from the other nine destroyers, which are classified as Heavy Destroyers.

There are specifically three corvettes that are different from the regular corvettes, which are classified as Heavy Corvettes.

There’s a single Siege Corvette and two Repair Corvettes.

There was a Communications Corvette in the fleet and it was the most valuable ship in the fleet. Since it gives orders from the Wolf Den.

The entire fleet of the Wolf pack is normally docked in their starbase, which is in the Calus System at the moment. All ships are currently undergoing upgrades since the war because of new energy disruptor shields that are being introduced. However, a few are already done and ready to be used.

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Cruiser

1. The Wolf’s Bite - The Flagship of the Wolf Pack’s Fleet, which is a Heavy Cruiser with extremely potent weapons compared to many other ships, even outclassing Dreadnoughts in a fight. The Captain of the ship is highly respected by the previous and now current Lupus Rex. All because of her headstrong attitude and her willingness to do what it takes to win while getting her people home. The Captain is named Fiona Hanson. She is a frontier borne woman who clawed her way into the Wolf Pack and stayed ahead of everyone else as a captain with some of the strangest and unorthodox tactics that always paid off.

2. The Devil’s Reach - The 2nd Heavy Cruiser in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is piloted by a brutally honest man, who is known as a heavy drinker and a tough knock kind of guy. He has gotten into brawls with everyone and is more than willing to put them through the wringer as a no-nonsense man. But he is a great pilot, who can put a dreadnought through a meteor shower and leave unscathed.

3. The Black Dawn - The 3rd Heavy Cruiser in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is captained by the most dangerous fighter pilot this universe has ever known. A Tayanen by the name Roosevelt with a hankering for trouble, he is always willing to get dirty and is always ready to put his ship and crew through their paces as he is known to rack a big bill on ship repairs.

4. The Scorn - The 4th Heavy Cruiser in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is captained by none other than the infamous Delilah H. Arc. A wanted criminal who had a run-in with the Wolf pack. After taking out a few ships with her ragtag crew of pirates and criminals. After some negotiations, and flirting, the current Lupus Rex convinced her to join the Wolf Pack and pilot a ship under the Wolf Pack.

5. The Star - The 5th Heavy Cruiser in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is captained by a Rua’ve by the name of Pelina. She is a very elegant and calm woman, who can see the flows of battle with ease. Knowing how to best use her ship and how to use Rau’ve tech to the best of its abilities. With the ship being partially Rau’ve and Human tech melded, to make a unique and powerful ship.

6. The Firestorm - The 6th Heavy Cruiser in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is captained by an upstart who’s pretty mouthy. She’s nicknamed the Red Siren for how high pitched she can get, she’s the youngest captain within the Wolf Pack. Her name is Melony Rancar and she goes by the book even though the book was thrown at her a few times.

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Destroyers

1. The Crusader - This is the lead destroyer in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet, which gives orders to the other destroyers in the fleet. This ship is commanded by a captain that is known to be a crack shot in a duel and a smart man in how to best throw his weapons at the enemies. He has always enjoyed the destroyer class of ships over the larger ones because of speed and also destructive capabilities.

2. The Abel- This is a modified destroyer in the Wolf Pack’s. This is a unique ship as it is a destroyer that was retrofitted to become a transport carrier for the Blood Fangs. It has the same firepower of other Destroyers, yet has lower armor to account for the space used up as a carrier ship. The captain of this ship is the brother of the captain on the Cain. He is a simple man who joined because of his sister.

3. The Cain - This is the first Heavy destroyer for the Arc in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. This ship was designed to be loaded with extra equipment, supplies, armor, and weapons to properly support the Abel in long-term missions. This Destroyer class has an additional upgrade, with a Macro Mass Driver, that was designed for out of orbit to surface bombardment of stationary targets. This Ship was made to be used as a support ship for ground operations and if needed as a bombardment weapon. The captain of this ship is the sister of the captain on the Abel. She wanted to become a part of the Wolf Pack because of wanting to chase the current Lupus Rex, and maybe one day marry him.

4. The Sol - The Sol is another destroyer in the Wolf pack’s Fleet. It is named after the paint job given to the ship, a pure white and gold like the sun that the captain’s home planet orbits. It is captained by a well known political aristocrat who keeps his life as a mercenary hidden, so he can still live a life of luxury while also living life on the edge as a mercenary.

5. The Luna - The Luna is another destroyer in the Wolf pack’s Fleet. It is named after the planet this ship was made on, the moon orbiting Earth. It is captained by a good friend of the captain of the Sol and he even knows his actual face.

6. The Dracon’s Scorn - The Dracon’s Scorn is the second Heavy Destroyers in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is more heavily armored and heavily armed than the other destroyers, and it feels more like a gunboat rather than a destroyer that uses stealthy tactics alike hit and run.

7. The Jupiter - The Jupiter is the third Heavy Destroyer in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. The Jupiter Class Heavy Destroyers are pretty rare as it is melded with multiple different technologies to make a superior ship that has heavy weapons from Rau’ve, protective armor from the Tayanen, and energy shields and warp drives from the ascendancy. Making this a world-class ship while being crewed by many races and cultures, under the flag of the Wolf Pack.

8. The Inferno - The Inferno is another destroyer in the Wolf pack’s Fleet. It is named after a blazing inferno that first destroyed half of the ship. Now it is painted dark as coal, and the guns are painted a bright red and white to resemble embers of a flame.

9. The Lost Battalion- The Lost Battalion is another destroyer in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. This ship was one of the few ships the Wolf Pack found left high and dry by the Ascendancy in one of the many battles during the war with the Xeno. So they gave them a place in their crew, and for the past few years, they have been the most loyal crew. And with the captain’s skill, many of the other captains were taught a few strategies that the Ascendancy uses and how to best use them/ deal with them.

10. The Victory - The Victory is another destroyer in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is named the Victory because of its perfect record of ship to ship combat.

11. The Lost Cause- The Lost Cause is another destroyer in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. The name comes from the constant lack of consideration the crew and captain have of the Lupus’ Rex orders. Yet he has a good bit of fun with them, so he allows them to do as they please.

12. The Bob- The Bob is another destroyer in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It was named with love and care as the crew tried to think of a great name until the captain decided to paint two large dumb-looking eyes on it. After that, they lovingly called the ship Bob and take care of the ship like it was their baby.

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Corvettes

1. The Pyro - The Pyro is a Corvette in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is known to have many laser and plasma-based weapons. It is the most prized ship among the Korta of the Wolf pack as it is made with the melding of technologies.

2. The Hunter- The Hunter is a Corvette in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is a Corvette made and designed to have a high ship to ship combat capabilities. Making it faster and more dangerous than other Corvettes, yet with the lower armor it is a dangerous flight to take, yet the crew is always willing to take it.

3. The Vanguard - The Vanguard is a Heavy Corvette in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is heavier armed and armored than the other corvettes in the fleet. As well, it is the primary class of Heavy Corvette in the Wolf Pack.

4. The Veil- The Veil is a Heavy Corvette in the Wolf pack’s Fleet. It is heavier armed and armored than the other corvettes in the fleet. It is the sister ship to the Vanguard. They will normally enact missions together.

5. The Wolf - The Wolf is the Heavy Corvette in the Wolf pack’s Fleet. It is heavier armed and armored than the other corvettes in the fleet. It is a lone ship that is manned by a quiet captain. This ship is known to take many solo missions and normally has many clients ask for them specifically.

6. The Wolf’s Pride- The Wolf’s Pride is a Corvette in the Wolf pack’s Fleet. It is named after the original captain who was known to be the best in his class and always strived to be the best.

7. The Holy Grail - The Holy Grail is a Corvette in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is named after the Holy Grail from Arthurian legends. This ship is normally paired with the Avalon for the fact that the Avalon has a Corvette sized docking area for it to be ported into.

8. The Wolf’s Wrath - The Wolf’s Wrath is a Corvette in the Wolf pack’s Fleet. It is named after the original captain who was known to go into flying fits of rage and take on entire platoons on his own.

9. The Wolf’s Greed - The Wolf’s Greed is a Corvette in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is named after the original captain who was known to steal from the Wolf Pack. Yet he was also known to take just to give back 10 times the amount stolen, so the transgressions were forgiven.

10. The Marathon- The Marathon is a Corvette in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is named after the long and continuous missions done by the captain and crew, with very little contact with the Wolf Den.

11. The LongHorn- The LongHorn is a Corvette in the Wolf pack’s Fleet. It is named after its captain’s insistent idea to ram into opposing ships. So it was given a redesign to have a longer reinforced nose cone that can pierce through most armors and an opening port to allow for the crew to board the ship.

12. The Maiden- The Maiden is a Corvette in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is named after a specific captain, who is known to be very motherly to everyone in the Wolf Pack. The ship is loaded lightly on weapons and heavily on armor, as it is a support vehicle for safe passages and transport for potential clients and crew members.

13. The Last Shot - The Last Shot is a Corvette in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is named after the crew’s last chance at being in a ship before they are relegated to be troopers only. So it is a very dangerous ship as it is armed to the teeth and captained by a blood-hungry captain and crew.

14. The Black Hole - The Black Hole is a Siege Corvette in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is named after one of the most dangerous things the universe has inside of it. It is the only corvette in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet that is specifically designed with Siege Weaponry in mind. It’s weapon systems cannot shoot at moving targets only stationary stations and emplacements, since it’s slow weapons and low armor. Yet the weapons it holds can take out many armored installations in space, or from orbit.

15. The Queen Anne's Revenge- The Queen Anne's Revenge is a Corvette in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is named after the infamous Black Beard from human history. This corvette has weapons all along the ship’s sides, which gives it the largest complement of missiles and torpedoes. And it uses Lasers instead of the normal weapon systems on Corvettes to cut through armor.

16. The Doctor - The Doctor is a Repair Corvette in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is named after its job in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is supposed to repair damage on ships. This specific repair corvette has a repair beam and two defense railguns. It is normally accompanied by its sister ship, the Nurse for aid, and cover fire. The crew is made up mostly of Mostly korta but is headed by a Tayanen captain who is very well known to slap people around when they are doing something wrong.

17. The Nurse - The Nurse is a Repair Corvette in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It helps its sister ship the Wrench in repair operations. The Doctor repair Corvette has a repair beam and two missile launch tubes for torpedoes or long-ranged torpedoes with multiple shield breaker Beams.

18. The Corvette - The Corvette is a Corvette in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is named after its ship class because the crew thought it was apt because of their captain’s very dull nature. It is supposed to support the other ships in the fleet with protection duties.

19. The Pope - The Pope is a Corvette in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is named after the spiritual leader of the Catholic faith. This ship normally makes most people in the fleet usually turn off the fleet communications mostly because the captain of this ship is constantly preaching and reading religious scripture. The crew is filled with people who had originally lost faith and found faith.

20. The Warden - The warden is a Corvette in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It has a pretty tough captain. The ship is called the warden because of its very design to be a prisoner capture ship and transport.

21. The Wolf’s Lust- The Wolf’s Lust is a Corvette in the Wolf pack’s Fleet. It is named after the original captain who was known to Seduce men and women into joining her crew and the Wolf Pack. The radiation is still lived on as the captain is actually the granddaughter of the original captain.

22. The Siren- The Siren is the Communication Corvette in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It is named Siren mostly because of the fact it is their communications corvette, which holds the relay decoder from the other relays around the galaxy. It has never been captured by the enemy since it is highly guarded by all the fleet when deployed. This ship is normally used when there is a large mission at hand and the Wolf Den would be unsafe to accompany. Due to being exposed or damaged because of the mission.

Dreadnoughts

1. The Avalon- The Avalon is one of the two Dreadnoughts in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It was named after the land described in the Arthurian Legends as a Distant Utopia. This ship was found left high and dry by the Ascendancy during the war. The surviving crew and ship were taken into the Wolf Pack as it has now been fixed and redesigned to more fit a combat and carrier role for Corvettes and Personnel Carriers.

2. The Last Dawn- The Last dawn is the second Dreadnought in the Wolf Pack’s Fleet. It was made after the Korta within the Wolf Pack found the designs and decided to make a super Dreadnought with the surplus of materials and money the Lupus Rex decided to put into the project. This project is still under production but should be done soon. When completed it will have some of the most advanced techs, with the mixing of Rau’ve and Human technology. This ship will be a true powerhouse, with armor that other Dreadnoughts are unable to compete with and firepower that can tear apart other ships in a moment. It is a true monster of a ship, yet was an expensive endeavor, so they wish not to use it unless necessary.

Personnel Carriers: Blood Fangs

The Blood Fang is a specialized gunship designed for aerial-based air support and troop transport. These infantry gunships are equipped with atmospheric containment shielding and could be deployed from space, and has micro hyperdrives to allow for short-distance space warp jumps and allow the ship to exit the atmosphere.

The Blood Fang has a varied armament to assist in its role as a transport, the gunship carries 2 anti-personnel laser turrets(one in the front, and one rear-mounted) that would be used to clear and secure landing zones for troopers. The ship's four composite-beam pinpoint laser turrets further assist in the defense of soldiers on the ground however the composite beam lasers found on the side turrets which each have a large arc of fire that could also take out aerial targets. Eight light air-to-air missiles (four under each wing) helped deal further damage to enemy fighters. In addition to these armaments, the gunships also often had a defensive energy field that could take a beating from the world or other ships in combat.

Blood Fang is highly effective and is frequently used for boots to the ground combat, but lacks large amounts of armor making it a vulnerable target to enemy fire.

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