Torack

Crossroads of Astas [High Fantasy]

I know a guy... He could help while being incredibly discreet.

Crossroads of Astas [High Fantasy]

Tsk. I guess I'll have to cut up one of my maids... again.

Crossroads of Astas [High Fantasy]

Can I have your Vampire for dinner? I've been warned by the local cops about my cannibalistic habits, but I'm sure no one will have any quarrels with me eating the flesh of a monster.

Crossroads of Astas [High Fantasy]

Well if we're picking groups, I'll choose group B for my guy just for the lols. I think Eovaine would get along quite well with Grace, and maybe get into a few fights!

Assassins Creed: A Rising Empire

*whistles*

It's awfully quiet in here.

Chrono Asylum: Prelude to Madness~

Las Vegas. They call it the city that never sleeps. Or was that New York? Luther couldn't be bothered to remember, so many cities that had so many night references it was a bother to remember them all. He just knew that the city was more alive during the night than it was during the day, ironically since that's when people should be taking advantage of the most wonderful gift of all. Sleeping. Which was exactly what he was doing. While on the outside, the bustle of the city, the cheers, the gambling, drinking, and all the craziness passed him by without so much as a glance. And he didn't mind. In fact he preferred it that way. Kept him from having to wake up.

He was in a hotel room with his partner who was getting dressed for a 'night out', whatever the hell that meant. The room itself was quite large, with a queen sized bed in the centre and a small TV in front of it to add some sort of entertainment. There were several cupboards next the TV where travellers could fold their clothes into, a mini fridge to the side with several cans of beer, some snacks, and a bottle of champagne.

"Luther, get up," Jessica said while she stood in front of a mirror putting on a pair of earrings. "We didn't come all the way over here just so you could sleep. You could have done that well enough at home." Why she even bothered with him in the first place was a wonder. All the guy ever did was sleep or go crazy when they were in a fight. She thought herself unfortunate for coming across such a person, but she got used to it. He was like a child, and often needed to pushed and nudged in the right direction, but quite like a child he didn't follow or just out right refused to be guided towards the good old trodden path.

She turned to look at him, an annoyed expression on her face as she was expecting to see him still sleeping, but instead was met with the surprise of seeing him up and stretching with a massive yawn coming from his mouth. "Why are you up?" She asked cautiously, looking around. It wasn't like Luther at all to get up on her first command. In fact it wasn't like Luther to get up at all unless something was wrong or he just really needed to. A bad feeling began to creep up on her, while in the back of her mind a voice told her she was completely overreacting, and she probably was, but it was better to be safe than sorry, she thought as she gripped her katanas.

"I can't sleep," Luther responded after a while of looking around the room, wondering just how he had got there. He couldn't remember a thing from the previous night, mostly due to his sleeping, but he never expected to end up in a suite like this. It was pretty fancy looking by his standards. I wouldn't be surprised if I were carried here by Jessica he chuckled to himself. He noticed his partner's agitated state and raised an eyebrow before having a quick glance around the room. "Is something... wrong?" He asked unsure.

"Si," she said nodding at him. "You're not sleeping!"

Luther considered himself for a moment before giving a shrug and walking over to the mini fridge and taking out a bottled water. "I don't know. Something about his city is just preventing me from sleeping," he said quite annoyed, took a sip from the water, and sat down at the edge of the bed and noticed his partner's getup. She wore a red tango dress with an expensive looking necklace around her neck. "Thinking about going for a dance?"

"No," Jessica in a rather disappointed tone. "My mother sent this to me from Italia, and I thought I might try it on."

"I suppose it fits the night," he said standing up from the bed and going to put on his shoes. "What with this being 'Las Vegas' and all that. Anyway, I'm going out for a stroll. It might make me tired enough for a sleep. Follow me?"

"Why not," she shrugged and she followed him out of the hotel room. Once outside, Luther took a deep breath of the fresh air and began walking on the sidewalk, his hands casually in his pockets while Jessica's were around his right arm. Looking around, he saw cars driving on by in their hundreds and civilians walking, oblivious to the so called 'threat' they faced on that night, if there was a threat at all to begin with. He knew they weren't the only Asylums called into the field which meant that his higher ups thought these circus freaks were for real. "You seem real distracted. What's wrong?" He heard Jessica ask.

"Nothing," he responded with a lazy smile. "Just thinking about why I can't sleep. Must be because I'm agitated... Hey isn't that The Broken Pendulum? I had no idea they were here. Let's go say hi." He lazily made his way across the street, expertly dodging on coming cars while his partner yelled at him to get back before he got ran over. She must have given up soon, however, as he heard her curse and a blare of horns go off.

"Are you an idiot?" She yelled at him when she finally caught up. Her anger only rose when her partner shrugged. The urge to cut him was as strong as it ever been and she stared daggers at him to let him know just how stupid his most recent action was. After a while of staring at him she turned and walked towards the other Asylum team as they walked into a club. "When we go inside I don't want you doing anything stupid, comprendere? Or so help me Dio I will make your night the most miserable one you've ever experienced."

"Really?" Luther asked as he raised an eyebrow, his lazy smile turning into a devious one. "I suppose I'll have some fun then and leave you with the mess. See you inside!" Before Jessica could say or do anything, he went a head of her and went inside the club, his ears suddenly filled with loud booming music, and although the noise irritated him to a degree, it drowned out his partner's yelling next to him which he was thankful for. I can't hear you,[i] He shouted in her hear head and instantly wished he hadn't. Now not only were his ears getting molested by the music, his mind was being systematically destroyed by his partner's yelling. [i]Ok, ok. Mi dispiache, I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise, he said giving up.

Bene, now let's go say hi to our colleagues, she said with a sudden cheerful attitude. Mentally shivering, Luther thought it best to follow her and resist the urge to talk lest his partner literally bit his head off.

Crossroads of Astas [High Fantasy]

1. What would your character do if they got stuck as the opposite gender for two years?
Pretty much the same thing he'd be doing now.

2. Your character woke up alone in a strange bed with a hangover, and no memory of the night before...what are they hoping happened last night?
Eovaine would hope that he didn't somehow set the island guards against him due to some crazy shit he'd done while drunk.

3. What is your character's preferred drink?
Apple cider

4. While bringing medicine to a ailing friend close to death, your character sees a house is on fire on the way. Will they stop to help, and risk killing their friend...or will they pass on by, and risk leaving the house occupants to burn to death?
While tough, he would go and help his friend, assuming that the citizens around are competent enough to help the burning family.

5. What would your character do if they accidentally went into a donkey show?
Leave.

6. What is your character's favorite season and seasonal sport?
Hunting people.

7. Your character hates what particular flavor?
He absolutely hates the flavour of cheap wine.

8. Your character is given the ability to grant one wish...who would they grant the wish of and why?
If a person amuses him enough with a particular wish, be it good or bad, he will grant it.

Chrono Asylum: Prelude to Madness~

Rtron said
Oh god. TOrack.EVERYONE RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!Wait...I'm protected by Vaeve!

Why is it that I just saw this?

Anyway, yo, no need to run away. These people are good guys and won't harm other asylums mostly.

Crossroads of Astas CS list

• Name: Eovaine Emitt

• Gender: Male

• Age: 24

• Race: Hakedian

• Appearance:

Eovaine

• Gear & Possessions:
-long sword
-bow&arrow
-A set of cleverly hidden daggers
-Ironoak vest plate under a well embroidered coat.

• Skills & Abilities:
-Talented with the bow and arrow
-Very well trained in the use of the long sword and daggers
-Skilled in hand to hand combat
-Well trained in stealth and stalking
-Knows his way around politics

• Personality: Eovaine is a charismatic fellow with a touch of cynicism in him. When he needs to be, he can be among one of the best company to have around, filling your ears with the craziest tales, but at the same time, get on his bad side and you'll see a whole different monster all together. He's like two sides of the same coin, occupying both extremes. Friendly, charismatic, and cheerful; at the same time cynical, deadly, and bloodthirsty.

• History:
Eovaine was raised in a farm near the northern part of Alderia, helping his parents with their chores when he was of age and living a generally uninteresting life. On the side, however, and away from his mother's knowledge, his father was teaching him how to swordplay with a variety of weapons, although, he found soon enough that Eovaine's talent shown with the longsword and daggers. Wanting his son to make something of his life, he sent him away with a band of mercenaries that was run by a good friend of Eovaine's father. Once inside the mercenary band, his training began anew and much fiercer than it had been when he was with his father.

His time with the mercenaries taught him how to stand up for himself and how to make something out of his life, and although he appreciated them, he was eager to leave and be off on his own. The mercenaries however thought that he was yet too inexperienced, however a half-elf by the name of Relevian said that he would leave with the young Hakedian to keep a close eye on him and continue his training. Under the tutelage of Relevian, Eovaine learned how to stalk people within cities and use the shadows, crowds, and surroundings to his advantage when tailing his prey and when going in for the kill.

Assassins Creed: ARE Characters

Atilius Albus Antonius

Name: Atilius Albus Antonius

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Rank: Yet to be recruited

Equipment: Atilius always carries a small dagger on his person, as his father taught him to, when going about his daily routine and really doesn't carry anything else, nor does he own any other weapons as he doesn't see the need to. He believes the dagger is enough protection for him, for those who don't fear his name.

Personality: Like most sons of prominent senators and wealthy politicians, Atilius is spoiled, proud, arrogant, and is convinced the world revolves around him. He takes nothing, save for politics, seriously and would rather be out swooning the local women towards his bed than be in his villa reading some boring old texts. What most people don't see however, is Atilius's quick mind, and devious thought processes before he commits to an action - a skill he painfully picked up from his father. Those who truly do know him say that he seldom, if ever, does anything that wouldn't bring him profit or mention within the roman courts, making him quite famous with the senators, and a sort of prodigy they wished was their own son.

Bio:
Atilius was given great fortune from birth, being born into the wealthiest and most powerful patrician family in Rome, however being born into such a family brought along with it many restrictions and rules against him. One of the most hated of them being politics; although he has an unnatural talent in politics and swaying others to his way through his charisma, he hates politics and would rather spend his time in bed with a flock of women at his side, cooing and glorifying his handsomeness. Though, being the son of Augustus Antonius ended most of that when his father began teaching him, and in no way with a kind hand, the game of politics and how to manipulate it to his own advantage.

Despite hating every second of learning the political arts, he couldn't put blame onto his father for learning it in fact made his life more interesting, and more pleasurable. He even found the daughters of various senators rushing towards him due to the praise and mentions he gets within their households. This encouraged him more to learn politics, urging his father to teach him some of the trade secrets and accompanying him on various political trips where he saw his father's mastermind at work.

Skills/Strengths:
He is trained with the use of the dagger and the bow, although his skills in both are severely lacking.

Atilius's mind is sharper than a blade with a very rare knack for politics and knowing this fact, he uses it to get the upper hand many situations, be it political or when he's generally screwing around with his friends.

Not only does he have a sharp mind, but Atilius is also a quick learner, picking up on things faster than any ordinary man. One look at a page and it will stick in his mind for the rest of life, one look at how someone did something, and it will also stick in his mind until death.

Weaknesses:
Atilius's biggest weakness is his arrogance. More often than not it has caught him in a trap that he had not intended to happen, or that could have easily been avoided had he a humble bone in his body. Some senators joke that they thought they would not live to see one as arrogant and haughty as Julius Caesar until Atilius was born.

He is not physically impeding and would certainly lose in a fight if he ever got into one.