TheDemonHound

Dreams of the Old World (Post apocalyptic adventure with dream based powers)

Earlier that day…

Three of Morski’s ruffians wandered through the wilderness, an overgrown forest fairly far away from the warlord’s camp. A vague path winded ahead of them between the trees and shrubs. The one in front using a machete to cut their way through while the one in the back shook like a leaf. “Are we sure this is a good idea?” He jumped a little as a bit of foliage fell on him after the one in front of him pushed it out of the way.

“What, you afraid of some weird bitch in the woods?” The middle one laughed out in response. “You’re just letting some dumb rumors get to you man.”

The bulkier one in front chimed in with a dramatic tone. “I don’t know guys, I heard that she can summon some things that drive you crazy if you look them in the eyes.” And then laughed as the one in the rear began to freak out even harder. “I’m just kidding. Can’t have you wimping out on us, gotta make sure we can overpower her. Sounds like it’ll be real entertaining to have her for Lord Morski’s little show he’s got planned.”

As he finished his sentence he realized the brush was getting thinner as they kept moving till the trio came upon a clearing with a small cabin nestled within. What appeared to be a small farm located nearby. And strange tracks all across the grass in the area, tracks that didn’t match a normal animal that would live in an area like this. If it wasn’t for the fact they knew an odd Dreamer lived there it would be a peaceful, scenic place. But now all three were on edge, weapons raised and all of them managed to jump as the door to the cabin creaked open.

Heavy footsteps filled the silent clearing as the tall, imposing woman walked towards the group. The woman, clad in all black and with intimidating red eyes, was their intended target. The so-called Witch of the Woods, Lynette. At first the group thought she would immediately go on the offensive but she stopped. Her face looked surprised, as if she hadn’t processed that they were there at first. And suddenly she began to… smile? She was definitely smiling. And she happily waved at her uninvited guest

“Oh yay, new friends!” The happy tone in her voice caught the ruffians off guard, who slightly lowered their weapons in sheer surprise. “Oh it’s been so long since someone else came through here! Not that I’m lonely of course, I have plenty of friends to keep me company. I should introduce you to my friends! Wait… No, I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Lynette! Did you need anything?”

As the mad woman babbled on, the bandits just looked at each other in disbelief. They heard that she was odd but they weren’t expecting whatever this was. When she asked what they needed they raised their weapons again, ready to throw down. “We need you to come with us.” The bigger one who led the three said. “We’ve got something fun planned.” A threatening tone in his voice meant to indicate it wouldn’t be pleasant.

But it seems that wasn’t properly understood by their mark. ”Okay!” Which once again completely caught her would be attackers off guard. They weren’t even sure what to do at this point but they just started leading her back to camp. ”So where are we going?” To which she got no response.

…

”What are we gonna do?”

…

”How much longer is it?”

…

”You guys don’t talk much do you?”

…

”Wanna hear about my friends?”

That was a question she didn’t wait for a response for. Lynette began to ramble about the ‘friends’ in her head and all their little quirks and names and things that interested her. In truth the group was about ready to give up on bringing her back if it wasn’t for the fact that they were certain they wouldn’t be able to shake her.

Eventually they finally brought her back and were very easily able to bring her to one of the many cages of the arena and shove her inside, much to her chagrin. Although the moment she hit the ground and the door closed behind her she began to panic. Something was interfering with her dream. The swirling whispers of madness, the voices of her ‘friends’ were silenced. Her eyes widened and she began nearly clawing at the sides of the cage. A dull, throbbing headache making the situation painfully more annoying. For the first time in a long time she was alone with her thoughts. And she hated every second of it. Lynette had never felt so alone.

Current

Lynette stayed huddled up in a corner as far away from the crystal as possible. The constant pain in her head was the only thing keeping her company as she tried desperately to reconnect with her friends. How long has she been here now? It felt like it was days, weeks, months, YEARS! In actuality it was more along the lines of a few hours, not even a full day. But she was just now beginning to process her surroundings. Her makeshift prison opened up into an open area that looked like an arena of some sort. Multiple other cages seemed to be connected to the same place as hers. A decent sized crowd sitting in the stands overlooking it. They were murmuring, staring, waiting for something. She began looking at the other cages around her and most were inhabited like hers. Most likely other dreamers trapped like her, if only she hadn’t been so naive. A thought that normally her mind would be too full of voices for her to consider.

She noticed that some of the more injured inhabitants of the cages were finally starting to stir shortly before someone began to speak. A loud booming voice shouted down from above them. Lynette’s eyes gravitated up to it as the man she could only assume orchestrated this began to address the crowd. It was a little hard for Lynette to comprehend with the constant thrumming in her head but she tried to listen. Something about a show… and a fight? Were they gonna have to fight something? Or was he intending for them to fight each other? It didn’t sound ideal but she wanted to be free from this situation as soon as possible. And that shard… it had been so long since she’s seen one. When was the last time she’d seen something like that actually? It was fuzzy, but she knew it could be useful at the very least.

She was distracted by a nearby rattling as one of the other Dreamers began fiddling with his cage. A blonde man about her height, she saw as he backed up and just knocked out the door of the cage even with his strength suppressed. This was the bit of hope she needed to start rattling her cage like an insane woman. Until it opened all on its own with a gesture from ‘Lord’ Morski.

Immediately Lynette shot out from the cage and her mind was filled with a beautiful cacophony. The maddening whispers filled the void that the crystal left. She sighed in relief as the comforting voices returned and she could speak to her friends once more. But the satisfaction was short lived as she remembered the situation she was in and she prepared to defend herself, as much as she didn’t want to who knew how these strangers would react.

Dreams of the Old World (Post apocalyptic adventure with dream based powers)

@EchoWolff
Oooh definitely liking the concept so far!

Dreams of the Old World (Post apocalyptic adventure with dream based powers)

Lynette

Name:
Lynette

Gender:
Female

Age:
24

Appearance:

Appearance

Standing at an imposing 6’1” Lynette would normally look intimidating to most if not for her happy go lucky attitude and almost always having a smile on her face. Despite the amount of liveliness she normally has in her it doesn’t seem to extend up to her red eyes, which in contrast almost seem dull and empty most of the time. Her black hair is usually messy as she does her best to try and keep it well kept but cutting and maintaining it has been difficult for her.

Personality:
On the surface Lynette seems like an upbeat and carefree person. She is easily excitable and will often ramble on about her “friends” to anyone who shows the slightest interest. She dislikes resorting to violence except in terms of self defense or protecting someone else. To many she’d seem like a much welcome outlier amongst some of the other hermits in the wilds of the world. She’s far more sociable than them too as she enjoys interacting with anybody that she comes across, assuming of course that they aren’t violent immediately. Though once people are around her for long they begin to notice some unsettling facts about her.

It’s very obvious when interacting with her that she’s not all there. Her view of the world is… distorted. She doesn’t seem bothered by the state of it like others. Unlike some dreamers she’s not upset by the souls that she harbors and doesn’t understand when others are scared of her powers.

There also seems to be something else hidden deep down. Behind the happiness she seems to be hiding something about herself that even she doesn’t realize. But at least she has all of her “friends” to help her forget about whatever might have caused it.

Dream:
The Maddening Dream
Lynette’s dream is not a good one. It is a dream of almost nightmarish chaos, one that would drive those with weaker wills mad. Perhaps it already did the same to her long ago. No matter the case she draws power from the unknowable horrors that she has grown accustomed to in her dreams. This culminates in two main techniques. The first being the ability to summon tentacles out of shadow, her main form of combat. Usually she summons them directly from herself for the defensive capabilities but she can summon them anywhere within her sphere of influence as well. The second is being able to summon one of the horrible creatures from within the dreams. Due to the mental strain she can only summon one at a time however she has a variety of eldritch horrors at her disposal. The bigger and more powerful they are the more effort required to keep them manifested, depending on the strength she might be unable to move or do anything else while keeping it active. For normal people her creatures instill an unearthly fear and madness, though thankfully other dreamers seem to be much more resistant to their mental effects.

Bio:
Lynette was not always like she was now, most would not recognize the excitable women if they saw her as a child. She was very skittish and scared of the world around her. She used to live on her own, struggling to survive until she was taken in by a man who she at first viewed as her savior. He gave her food, shelter, everything she needed to survive. Ever since her parents disappeared she had no one so it was a welcome change.

It felt like there was a sudden change in his demeanor though. One day he started getting… distant. He brought Lynette to the basement of their home, a place that looked almost like a laboratory. An almost pristinely clean place. He placed a tray in front of her and sitting upon it was a strange crystal. He instructed Lynette to grab it. She was tentative at first, the change in his demeanor from kind to stone cold and analytical was very off putting. After some more prodding she finally did, and as she did she felt something coursing through her. It turns out her caretaker was studying Dreamers due to an almost morbid fascination with them. He set up his lab to study them but figured that rather than take one who had control over their powers when he himself had none he would create one. He had found a soul shard and a child would be much easier to manipulate and keep complacent. And it allowed him a rare opportunity to study the process of absorbing the shards power.

It was mentally taxing and painful experience for the young girl. She felt the many souls harbored within flooding into her body. When she first got her powers her dream was much less coherent. She had little to no control and couldn’t use her powers much at all without feeling like her mind would tear apart. She stayed there for years and years as the man she had trusted treated her like a lab rat and forced her to utilize her powers for his studies. Though eventually as the dream became more coherent and her powers began to fully manifest despite the toll on her sanity. Though at the point within her where some might begin their shift into a nightmare, something within her snapped. Almost as if something took over for her. Shadowy tentacles came from her body and tore the man apart without warning. She was able to escape but she was on her own once again. This time with the power to keep herself safe, and a new distorted outlook on life.

It had been several years since then. She has been living in the cabin that used to be her prison, and even became a local legend referred to as the ‘Witch of the Woods.’ If you asked her about her past now she would tell you that most of it is a blur. A thick fog that she can’t see past clouds her memories. It might be better for her though not remembering the trauma involved in that.

Dreams of the Old World (A post apocalyptic 'magical' Adventure)

Lynette

Name:
Lynette

Gender:
Female

Age:
24

Appearance:

Appearance

Standing at an imposing 6’1” Lynette would normally look intimidating to most if not for her happy go lucky attitude and almost always having a smile on her face. Despite the amount of liveliness she normally has in her it doesn’t seem to extend up to her red eyes, which in contrast almost seem dull and empty most of the time. Her black hair is usually messy as she does her best to try and keep it well kept but cutting and maintaining it has been difficult for her.

Personality:
On the surface Lynette seems like an upbeat and carefree person. She is easily excitable and will often ramble on about her “friends” to anyone who shows the slightest interest. She dislikes resorting to violence except in terms of self defense or protecting someone else. To many she’d seem like a much welcome outlier amongst some of the other hermits in the wilds of the world. She’s far more sociable than them too as she enjoys interacting with anybody that she comes across, assuming of course that they aren’t violent immediately. Though once people are around her for long they begin to notice some unsettling facts about her.

It’s very obvious when interacting with her that she’s not all there. Her view of the world is… distorted. She doesn’t seem bothered by the state of it like others. Unlike some dreamers she’s not upset by the souls that she harbors and doesn’t understand when others are scared of her powers.

There also seems to be something else hidden deep down. Behind the happiness she seems to be hiding something about herself that even she doesn’t realize. But at least she has all of her “friends” to help her forget about whatever might have caused it.

Dream:
The Maddening Dream
Lynette’s dream is not a good one. It is a dream of almost nightmarish chaos, one that would drive those with weaker wills mad. Perhaps it already did the same to her long ago. No matter the case she draws power from the unknowable horrors that she has grown accustomed to in her dreams. This culminates in two main techniques. The first being the ability to summon tentacles out of shadow, her main form of combat. Usually she summons them directly from herself for the defensive capabilities but she can summon them anywhere within her sphere of influence as well. The second is being able to summon one of the horrible creatures from within the dreams. Due to the mental strain she can only summon one at a time however she has a variety of eldritch horrors at her disposal. The bigger and more powerful they are the more effort required to keep them manifested, depending on the strength she might be unable to move or do anything else while keeping it active. For normal people her creatures instill an unearthly fear and madness, though thankfully other dreamers seem to be much more resistant to their mental effects.

Bio:
Lynette was not always like she was now, most would not recognize the excitable women if they saw her as a child. She was very skittish and scared of the world around her. She used to live on her own, struggling to survive until she was taken in by a man who she at first viewed as her savior. He gave her food, shelter, everything she needed to survive. Ever since her parents disappeared she had no one so it was a welcome change.

It felt like there was a sudden change in his demeanor though. One day he started getting… distant. He brought Lynette to the basement of their home, a place that looked almost like a laboratory. An almost pristinely clean place. He placed a tray in front of her and sitting upon it was a strange crystal. He instructed Lynette to grab it. She was tentative at first, the change in his demeanor from kind to stone cold and analytical was very off putting. After some more prodding she finally did, and as she did she felt something coursing through her. It turns out her caretaker was studying Dreamers due to an almost morbid fascination with them. He set up his lab to study them but figured that rather than take one who had control over their powers when he himself had none he would create one. He had found a soul shard and a child would be much easier to manipulate and keep complacent. And it allowed him a rare opportunity to study the process of absorbing the shards power.

It was mentally taxing and painful experience for the young girl. She felt the many souls harbored within flooding into her body. When she first got her powers her dream was much less coherent. She had little to no control and couldn’t use her powers much at all without feeling like her mind would tear apart. She stayed there for years and years as the man she had trusted treated her like a lab rat and forced her to utilize her powers for his studies. Though eventually as the dream became more coherent and her powers began to fully manifest despite the toll on her sanity. Though at the point within her where some might begin their shift into a nightmare, something within her snapped. Almost as if something took over for her. Shadowy tentacles came from her body and tore the man apart without warning. She was able to escape but she was on her own once again. This time with the power to keep herself safe, and a new distorted outlook on life.

It had been several years since then. If you asked her about her past now she would tell you that most of it is a blur. A thick fog that she can’t see past clouds her memories. It might be better for her though not remembering the trauma involved in that.

Finally got my girl mostly formatted so here we go!

Stranded: Blacksite (High casual Sci-fi/fantasy Horror)

Typhon Leverenz

After his introduction Typhon kept an eye on the others. With none of them admitting much about themselves he had plenty of unknowns to contend with. While he didn’t expect much reaction to his profession given everyone here had most likely done something equally bad, he did wait to see if anyone reacted to his name. And sure enough, the other Tulak, Ziola, picked up on it. At least she decided not to be confrontational about it but he would still have to keep an eye on her, no clue who his parents had scorned. She didn’t give her last name either so that she wasn’t anyone important back home or she had something she wanted to keep hidden.

But shortly after introductions had concluded the tram was finally up and running, after a shower of sparks that he almost thought broke the horrible machine before it started. He certainly wasn’t a fan of entrusting his life to this scrap heap that was formerly a vehicle but it wasn’t like he had much choice in the end. So he quickly boarded with the others before they went on their way. Surprisingly though it worked better than he had anticipated. Sure the thing was stuttery and definitely wasn’t in perfect condition. And sure he’s had smoother rides while hiding in a cargo truck to slip past security on some of his missions, but at least it worked!

He leaned against the wall of the tram while watching the others. He certainly didn’t trust the others enough to let his guard down. At least he had the advantage in terms of weapon variety, and hopefully in experience, should any of them try anything. He did notice their impromptu conductor had his eye on something for a part of the ride there before focusing on making sure nothing happened to the tram. It was far too dark for him to see anything but it still made him curious what Felix could have been seeing…

While occupied with his thoughts he was distracted by the intercom warning them of their arrival. He let out a sigh of relief, just thankful they weren’t crushed by a giant, rusted machine. At least until the brakes were slammed on with very little warning. He grabbed a nearby pole and held tightly, managing to at least not fall on his ass. He did get to see Felix slam straight into the front windshield however. Thankfully it held up or they’d have a whole different problem on their hands. But there was also a… strange figure was the only way to describe it, that slid out from under the seats. It unfurled into a feline form and hopped out the window before transforming again. He knew there had to be some ridiculous shit on this ship but what even was that. He was too stunned to even shoot at the creature before it could escape.

As soon as the door to the tram slid open he rushed out with his weapon raised, checking all around him to see where the creature went. After clearing the area and seeing that nothing was there he signaled to the others that it was safe at least for now. He realized that they might not understand the hand sign so he lowered his weapon and told them cautiously, “looks like we’re all good. I don’t see it anywhere.” Granted the darkness didn’t help, especially when the creature was all black, but it was much better to get out of here and get somewhere safe.

Not wanting to risk taking any kind of maintenance tunnels again or trying vents or something with that thing running around, he decided he’d try the door. The door that was welded shut, just like in the previous tram station. While it was mildly annoying it wasn’t anything he couldn’t deal with. Unfortunately with no protective gear of any kind he had to squint and turn away to keep his eyes safe as he used both hands to hold his plasma rifle steady as he got to work. Thankfully he wasn’t really wasting ammo but he still hated using one of his prized weapons for such unceremonious work as trying to get a door opened. It took him a few minutes but eventually he was able to melt through the door enough to get the damned thing open. He sighed and wiped the sweat from his forehead, swapping out one plasma rifle with the other to let it recharge. “Lead the way Felix.”

Stranded: Blacksite (High casual Sci-fi/fantasy Horror)

Typhon Leverenz

Keeping an eye on their back as they finished deciding what to do, it wasn’t long before Typhon heard a loud blast as the Draughts finally made their move on this cell block. Thankfully his new engineer friend had a plan as he led the group into a veritable maze of tunnels that apparently not even the Draughts could reliably navigate. But Felix’s confidence made him even more comfortable with his decision to follow this man and he felt a lot better about their chances. “Well at least I know you aren’t leading us into a dead end then.”

He kept looking back while keeping up with the others, making sure none of their pursuers managed to keep up with them but hopefully they were all being kept busy by rioting prisoners. The plan was an absolute success it seemed. And to top it all off it seemed like the other prisoners were some of the more reasonable ones he had met, at least from what he could tell at a glance. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to deal with any backstabbers at this rate but he never ruled out the possibility.

After closely following the group to avoid getting lost they had eventually made it to a hatch that Felix busted open and led them all into. It was nearly pitch black, if only he had his attunement’s full power he could light this place up in an instant… As he lamented over the fact that being on this ship made him annoyingly weaker, someone managed to flip the lights on making it significantly easier for his eyes to adjust. And what he saw did not make him feel any better. A rusty and dilapidated tram station. “Are we sure this hunk of junk even works anymore?” He muttered mostly to himself as he inspected the area around him. This place hadn’t been touched in so long that they managed to get a rat problem out in the middle of space. He was almost impressed by that. Thankfully the engineer started getting to work on trying to get the place up and running and introduced himself as Felix.

The Saphiste went next, her name was Yvene apparently. He shook her extended hand slightly cautiously. Looked like neither of these two were too ecstatic to reveal what got them to end up on this hell hole of a ship. Not that he blamed them, this place was for some of the worst criminals in the galaxy. Not that he had that same level of caution though when he went to introduce himself though.

“Typhon Leverenz, greatest assassin to come from Vai’Ralu.” He said with a confident smirk. He may have been playing his cards a bit too soon but he felt it was better to get his profession out of the way early than let them find out and judge him later for keeping it hidden. And hopefully his last name wouldn’t earn him any problems with the other Tulak present if she happened to have a distaste for some of the noble families back home. Not that he’d be too bothered but infighting would be annoying.

He flinched a bit as the intercom message played out, hoping nothing was close by enough for it to give away their position. “Well that’s fucking lovely…” He said sarcastically. Yvene was right, that intercom was extremely creepy. It felt like something you’d hear in some horror movie, like some scary alien monster was ready to descend upon them or something. He chuckled a bit as he tried to push the ridiculous thoughts out of his mind. As soon as Felix managed to get the tram open and working he’d be one of the first ones on. Better to get crushed by this thing than die by the Draughts after all.

Stranded: Blacksite (High casual Sci-fi/fantasy Horror)

Typhon Leverenz

Typhon almost lost hope watching the engineer, seeming as if his and everyone’s words were annoying the man more than anything. He was about to slump back in defeat until he heard the last half of Felix’s statement and suddenly the doors opened and he could get to his guns. He had to physically stop himself from staring for too long as he ran his hand over the barrels of his plasma guns. After taking a moment he quickly got to work gathering all of his guns, the tools of his trade.

It didn’t take him too long before he had strapped all of the holsters to him and attached his belt with his homemade gasoline grenades. Sure he couldn’t light them with his attunement anymore but as soon as he got his hands on a lighter these things would be incredibly useful. Right as he was finishing gearing up all of the lights went off before the emergency lighting started up, looked like his new engineer friend had at least a similar idea to Typhon and started what would essentially be a full blown prison riot that would absolutely hold up the Draughts more than unarmed and complacent prisoners would.

The sweet feeling of freedom, as fleeting or artificial as it was in this situation, was amazing to be able to walk out of his own accord. With his own weapons in hand. With his own goals in mind. Holding one of his gun blades partially out of caution and also because he simply enjoyed having the weight of it in his hands again he joined up with Felix. Two more had done the same, the Tulak girl that he saw before and a… Saphiste he thought? It was a little hard to tell in the red glow of the emergency lights but he was fairly certain. He had heard her talking before too but didn’t actually see her until now, but they now had a little impromptu group. And if that engineer had the ability to do everything he just did to help them there was no way he was gonna let that man go without tagging along even if he wasn’t sure about the other two.

He heard mention of going to the medical bay, and also seemingly something about an infection by Felix’s wording and the Saphiste covering her mouth. If there was some sort of plague that would lend some sort of credence to the Draughts slaughtering people but even then. What could possibly be bad enough to cause that much of an uproar? It couldn’t be some standard illness but he had no way of figuring out anything with such little information.

Typhon saw in what was already devolving into chaos that one of the prisoners was making a straight line towards the group with a makeshift weapon in hand. Whether he was going for the two girls as an “easy target” or going for Felix out of a vendetta against the employees he honestly couldn’t care. With a swift strike to the forehead with the butt of his gun he knocked the inmate to the ground, alive but definitely unconscious for now. The loud wail he heard at about the same time didn’t help to settle his nerves either. “I agree, let’s get a move on. I’ll cover our backs in case any of these chucklefucks decide they want to try and stop us.” He pointed his weapon at the crowd to dissuade any other riled up prisoners from trying anything as he allowed Felix to lead.

Stranded: Blacksite (High casual Sci-fi/fantasy Horror)

Typhon Leverenz

With all the commotion outside his room it was really hard for Typhon to relax. Not that he ever really got much relaxation here but he still preferred not having his solemn contemplation interrupted like this. He stood up and turned to complain to the guards, maintenance man, pretty much anyone being annoying who would even acknowledge his presence. But what he ended up overhearing instead was… distressing to say the least. Screaming, gun shots, the unmistakable sound of fire, and he could see a very distressed looking man staring at the cameras that watched it all. If it scared an employee this much then it had to have been something that threatened him as well as every other person in this cell block.

There were a few ways this whole situation could turn out, and almost every one of them was able to shake him to his core. The first and most likely option was they all get slaughtered without a chance to fight back while this man runs and probably inevitably dies anyway. The second was they convince this guy to let them out and they die fighting, since it was unlikely they could beat what he could only assume was the highly trained Draught Guards slaughtering people. The final option was get the spooked maintenance guy to free them and use the chaos to try and escape until they can form a better plan. That final plan probably would sacrifice a lot of people but at least Typhon would survive. And hopefully he could at least get this dude’s keys, if not make a deal with him since a guy like that probably has access to a lot of places on this ship and knowledge to get them around undetected. He knew which one he was going for.

He leaned against his cell walls and looked at Felix. The smirk on his face was betrayed by the panic in his eyes that he wasn’t able to properly hide. He gave a slight nod to the Tulak girl that the guy had spoken to to try and indicate to follow his lead if she saw. “Sounds like we’re really in deep shit now, yeah?” The fear on Felix’s face was incredibly evident as he looked around. Hopefully this one had more of a conscience and brainpower than an overwhelming majority of the guards on this ship. “I don’t know exactly what you saw there but it really didn’t sound good. I think you have a few options though. You could always run and hide, let us all die and try to live. Or you could help us out too, at least give us a fighting chance against whatever is causing all that mayhem. Probably gives you much more of a chance cause I know someone like me would want to keep someone as useful as you alive.” Typhon hoped that playing off of Felix’s current fear and offering to help him would be enough to convince him to free at least some of them. Hopefully more to add fodder to keep them safe.

Stranded: Blacksite (High casual Sci-fi/fantasy Horror)

Typhon Leverenz

Typhon was experiencing a heaven like he never has before. He was back home on Vai’Ralu, back at his parents' estate. The entire place was his now. He was all alone and he loved every moment of it. After taking his former home by force he paced the halls admiring his handiwork, fire trailing from his feet with every step he took. Before too long the house was beginning to be overtaken by a raging inferno but he didn’t mind at all. Burn the memories along with the place. Make sure nothing was left.

He walked outside into the now smoke filled air, taking only a moment to appreciate the blaze he had created. It was a sight to behold for the vengeful Tulak. With a clap of his hands a chauffeur showed up to bring him to his ship. Riding in a luxury vehicle all the way to the docks where his ship was held, loaded up on the credits that he had taken from his family. This was the life, nothing could beat it. It was almost a blur but soon Typhon arrived on his ship. First taking quite a while to admire all of his weapons displayed on the walls in multiple places. His entire arsenal that he had spent years collecting. Every single weapon here had spilled blood at some point. Though nothing had a higher kill count than his favorite three. After taking plenty of time to fawn over his weapons it was finally time to take off and leave this planet behind for good. A new life full of adventure awaited him.

Suddenly a loud noise drew his attention. Where previously he had barely acknowledged much around him he was suddenly painfully aware that everything felt off somehow. And with another loud noise everything began to fall away…

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Typhon woke up in his bed on the Alcatraz. It seems it was all just a dream again. A blissfully wonderful dream, but a dream nonetheless. He sat up and tried to place the noise that disturbed his slumber despite being as groggy as he was. It sounded like it was coming from the walls? Or maybe it was actually the vents. Wouldn’t be the first time someone had tried crawling in there to escape their fate. The banging noises continued until Typhon was scowling at the walls like an insane person. “Shut up damn you!” He shouted. Or maybe he actually was crazy and it was all in his head. Two years in a place as boring and monotonous as this could do that to someone. It had to have been at least two years right? Either that or time moved incredibly slow here, it was hard to tell when there was no sun to judge it off of anymore.

At least amidst his grumblings about time the noises stopped, meaning they probably pulled the poor bastards free of the vents. Hopefully they weren’t handing him over to the Draughts. That could be a fate worse than death if the rumors were to be believed. With the amount of suspicious circumstances surrounding the Draught Guards as a whole he definitely wasn’t willing to dismiss all of those rumors he’d been hearing. Plus the gossip surrounding it all was one of the few things that made life here interesting for Typhon. He even went as far as to throw a couple outlandish ones in here or there for the hell of it. Always got a good reaction and he heard making the rounds for a bit after that.

Now that he was left alone with his thoughts once again he moved to a position on the floor across from the case containing his prized weapons. They were so very close to him all the time and yet entirely unattainable. It ate away at his very soul on particularly rough days but for today he just stared longingly at them. His hands ached to feel the weight of those guns once again, the force of the recoil, the rush of combat. The feelings were so distant at this point but just thinking about it brought forth the years of nostalgia from his career. He continued to study every curve and angle of those weapons so as not to forget them in the slightest. So that when the time came and he could take them again he could make what would certainly be his final stand. He knew it would happen one day, he wouldn’t be content just sitting here for the rest of his life. But for now all he could do was stare and wait.

Stranded: Blacksite (High casual Sci-fi/fantasy Horror)

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Typhon Leverenz

Typhon Leverenz

Race:
Tulak

Age:
27

Gender:
Male

Appearance:

Hider

Typhon stands at a reasonable 5’ 10” (not counting the horn) and is fairly lithe. Often focusing on dexterity and speed over strength in his line of work.

Equipment:
Dual plasma gun blades that as long as they have charge are able to generate ammunition by ionizing gasses in the air.

High caliber silenced rifle for long range kills.

Silenced 9mm pistol as backup.

About 6 glass bottles filled with gasoline and a lighter to help with his attunement.

Attunement/enhancements:
Fire Attunement

Unique Ability:
Flame Body-
While not being anywhere near as powerful as it was back in his prime days before the Alcatraz, it's still a fantastic maneuver in a pinch. Before he was able to cloak himself in flames to protect himself and make him deadly in close combat. Now though he can only use it by lighting himself on fire and using large amounts of his now limited mana to sustain it and avoid burning himself. Incredibly useful as a last ditch effort but too draining and resource consuming to be used in a non-emergency.

Arc Shot-
Part of the reason he has his specialized plasma rifles. His control is much more limited now but he is still able to arc and adjust the projectiles from his rifles in a way that can confuse or sometimes bypass defenses of opponents.

Personality:
Despite being the family disappointment, and proud of it, Typhon has more than let his heritage get to his head. He is pompous and arrogant to a tee, often prioritizing his own benefit over others. Unless of course helping others specifically results in him gaining something as well. He’s always been good at never letting people's words get to him, whether it be his parents or anyone else who tried to judge his actions. This could be a very commendable trait if it wasn’t for the fact that this allows him to do whatever he wants without worrying about others opinions.

Bio:
Growing up Typhon was raised as the youngest child of six in an influential family on Vai’Ralu. His parents had high hopes for him just like they did all their children, but were quickly disappointed by his aloof attitude and general disrespect. He was considered even more inadequate to them due to the fact that he just couldn’t seem to gain control over his attunement, having first discovered it by nearly burning the house down in his sleep. After that they cracked down on him severely with his education and bringing in a renowned fire attuned mage to help him control his magic. Often leaving him in the care of his teachers or their servants and focusing on their jobs instead.

As Typhon grew up he began to truly resent his family. His parents for the harsh treatment and neglect he endured and his siblings for trying so hard to get the attention and approval of their parents. As soon as he got the opportunity he grabbed as much money as he could without drawing attention and left his home behind. After sneaking off the planet he found jobs that he enjoyed and trained his attunement on his own terms, which proved much more effective than the rigid training he was subjected to before. It wasn’t long before Typhon found his first link in the criminal underground and for the first time felt at home.

Taking jobs where he could, it took awhile for him to find the career that carried him to where he is now. An assassin for hire. Using the money he earned to increase the variety of his arsenal and purchase a personal ship, becoming a respected and feared assassin dubbed the Azure Demon due to the blue flames he’d often use during fights. During one particularly troublesome job he even lost one of his horns in the fight, not that he minded. It was painful sure but he felt it added a little bit of character.

Not long ago he took a job that changed his life forever. It was simple, take out an Arraxi emissary on a diplomatic mission on another planet. It was almost too easy, he took out the target, slipped away from the guard and was almost home free until he was suddenly surrounded by law enforcement. Turns out they had gotten a tip on some potential terrorist activity and the target he took out was a lookalike to draw out the culprits. He was arrested and charged with his previous jobs as well as this attempted assassination, as well as terrorist ties due to his most recent employers. When his parents showed up to the trial he thought he was safe, assuming they’d use their power to deal with this themselves rather than risk losing face. So it was an even bigger slap in the face when they were the ones to suggest the Alcatraz as his punishment.