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Sometimes known as NotBKAllen (just for fun and to mix it up a little).

I tend to be busier in the weekends than in the weekdays. It's the nature of my work and the nature of my leisure I suppose (with some other commitments as well).

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Riance Stranger




Age: 30
Alias(es): The Stranger, Midget Slayer, Fox Hound
Gender: Male
Race: Human



Personality:

A hoodlum who found his fame through pit fighting. Riance is a patient and calculating man who ensures to exploit any weaknesses he finds. As a person he is quite honest and could be remarked as sarcastic at times. Speaking his mind whilst putting a twist of humour that he himself has grown fond of. He discovered that its the best way to reveal a person's weakness by taunting them to act rashly. While cautious, it does not mean that he is incapable of empathising with others... Although weirdly at that he may appear to be too accommodating.

Among one thing he hates most is recklessness. It is reflected through Riance's battles with Daveon, another pit fighter whom he has lost as many times as he won against. Its with great dishonour to be admitting that even sometimes recklessness could achieve a better result than patience.

Biography:

Cunning is Riance's middle name. Riance Cunning Stranger. A hoodlum without the smarts to be efficient in the slums could prove to be fatal. Every objective is met with precision and careful coordination of his natural assets. He never shy away from retreating if his cunning plan had folded for the worse. Countless trial and error refined him to become a proficient guerrilla fighter-- instilling fear and fury with his tactics that reveals weaknesses of his enemies. One day, he was made aware that there were an organised fighting pit hosted by one of the local lords and he travelled there looking to see if he could make a fortune using his ability sets.

Everything had went according to plan. Until a certain halfling stopped him in his tracks to be at the top. The fighter known as Daveon Axebane-- A midget whose name claims to be the breaker of all axes... Was a strange specimen for Riance to dissect. The halfling uses rage and recklessness as if that was his own middle name. His tactics while effective, do not often guarantee his victory. Daveon seems to reveal very little weaknesses... Maybe he has such a tiny brain that it doesn't register a wound like a normal halfling would.




Equipment: Long Hewing Spear, with Cross Guard. This pointy stick could also pass as a shortsword in the nick of the moment. Riance utilises this spear to keep enemies at bay or to capitalise upon his foe's weaknesses with powerful thrusts and cuts. He is clad with a suit of half-plate armour that protect parts of his body and limbs, allowing for better mobility and sufficient protection.
Skills:

  • Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee - Riance carefully studies his opponent and attempts to find their weaknesses. Once found, he will exploit them until his enemy cease to live. During this time, he will appear to be fighting defensively; dodging attacks by a hair's distance and wrestling his enemy away from him to keep them at bay until he is ready to strike.
  • Hit Hard and Hit Fast - Usually the result of the understanding his opponent. His movements will become more erratic to accommodate for his opponent's attacks and begin striking at vital points and retreating out of reach.
  • Agile and Mobile - Self-explanatory. His lithe structure allows for easy getaways and flashy acrobatics.
  • Self-Teaching - He learns and understands skill his own way.


Magic:
Light Rune - Uses a blast of light to blind his opponent in a pinch.

Misc:

Riance Stranger




Age: 30
Alias(es): The Stranger, Midget Slayer, Fox Hound
Gender: Male
Race: Human



Personality:

A hoodlum who found his fame through pit fighting. Riance is a patient and calculating man who ensures to exploit any weaknesses he finds. As a person he is quite honest and could be remarked as sarcastic at times. Speaking his mind whilst putting a twist of humour that he himself has grown fond of. He discovered that its the best way to reveal a person's weakness by taunting them to act rashly. While cautious, it does not mean that he is incapable of empathising with others... Although weirdly at that he may appear to be too accommodating.

Among one thing he hates most is recklessness. It is reflected through Riance's battles with Daveon, another pit fighter whom he has lost as many times as he won against. Its with great dishonour to be admitting that even sometimes recklessness could achieve a better result than patience.

Biography:

Cunning is Riance's middle name. Riance Cunning Stranger. A hoodlum without the smarts to be efficient in the slums could prove to be fatal. Every objective is met with precision and careful coordination of his natural assets. He never shy away from retreating if his cunning plan had folded for the worse. Countless trial and error refined him to become a proficient guerrilla fighter-- instilling fear and fury with his tactics that reveals weaknesses of his enemies. One day, he was made aware that there were an organised fighting pit hosted by one of the local lords and he travelled there looking to see if he could make a fortune using his ability sets.

Everything had went according to plan. Until a certain halfling stopped him in his tracks to be at the top. The fighter known as Daveon Axebane-- A midget whose name claims to be the breaker of all axes... Was a strange specimen for Riance to dissect. The halfling uses rage and recklessness as if that was his own middle name. His tactics while effective, do not often guarantee his victory. Daveon seems to reveal very little weaknesses... Maybe he has such a tiny brain that it doesn't register a wound like a normal halfling would.




Equipment: Long Hewing Spear, with Cross Guard. This pointy stick could also pass as a shortsword in the nick of the moment. Riance utilises this spear to keep enemies at bay or to capitalise upon his foe's weaknesses with powerful thrusts and cuts. He is clad with a suit of half-plate armour that protect parts of his body and limbs, allowing for better mobility and sufficient protection.
Skills:
  • Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee - Riance carefully studies his opponent and attempts to find their weaknesses. Once found, he will exploit them until his enemy cease to live. During this time, he will appear to be fighting defensively; dodging attacks by a hair's distance and wrestling his enemy away from him to keep them at bay until he is ready to strike.
  • Hit Hard and Hit Fast - Usually the result of the understanding his opponent. His movements will become more erratic to accommodate for his opponent's attacks and begin striking at vital points and retreating out of reach.
  • Agile and Mobile - Self-explanatory. His lithe structure allows for easy getaways and flashy acrobatics.
  • Self-Teaching - He learns and understands skill his own way.


Magic:
Light Rune - Uses a blast of light to blind his opponent in a pinch.

Misc:
Fantasy you say? I'm in.
The pursuit is ongoing with approximately eight guards running after the warrior. By happenstance... Ganford is patrolling thw current warrior's route and easily heard the commotion in front of him, with firm suspicion and annoyance smearing his demeanour. After a moment's pass, he sees the boy running and toppling over objects and things causing hindrance to the guard's chase with an exceeding amount of noise.

Ganford allowed the boy to pass and halted one of the pursuing soldiers from the group by addressing his name, stern and vindictive. "Stop, Jairus! Report!" The soldier halted his advance and frantically reported to the Captain.

"Its that messenger boy, Captain. Roderic said the boy aims to kill Lord Stefan! Roderic and the others tried to catch him to no avail!" Ganford was disturbed by the fact that they were so... Stupid.

"Tell me something Jairus." The man leered.

"S-sir?"

"How do you plot a murder?"

"Umm, sir, secretly, of course. Wouldn't want the water pot to spill."

"Correct. Therefore... What do you deduce from a boy who claims that he will kill Lord Stefan?" There was a mokment of pause.

"That we need to stop him from getting to Lord Stefan?"

The guard captain shook his head, a palm over his face.

"Station four guardsmen by Lord Stefan. Make sure to check over walls and anything above your heads. That boy is a mere distraction. Go. Now!"

"Yessir!"

The guard immediately ran to comolete his objective. Ganford immediately observed the ceiling above the corridor, suspicious of a possible second man involved in this ruckus. He adjusted his tunic and began his search.

As Felix ran past the room assigned to Kathy, guarded by three guardsmen protecting the two doors by the main entrance, two of them attempted to rush in front of Felix and grab him from the front. If they fail, one would give chase to Felix.

<Yaun is not making an appearance yet.>

<I suggest: Kathy to trick the guards into coming into the room and for the thief to help Kathy with her escape.>
Name: Sir Yaun (Pron. 'Jon') Coltzfield

Gender: Male

Age/Birthdate: 48 (3rd of March, 433 AL)

Appearance/Description:



Background/Personality:

A veteran who served in King Alphin's Royal Military Service, knighted for his dedication in serving to the whims of the crown. He was moved to a rural area near the mountains where he could spend the rest of his service in relative harmony with the local lord, Stefan. He wasn't too fond of the man, often seeing him as a man who was full of himself. It became worse when news of King Alphin's death had reached the manor and Stefan had begun scheming in order to claim the throne for himself. There wasn't much that a veteran could do in this instant, especially with a boot licking dog who is Ganford-- Captain of the Mansion's Guardsmen.

There came a day where bandits had raided the manor and Yaun came to the aid of the innocent people who were either slaughtered or robbed from their riches. Ganford didn't send help. The guards whos duty was to keep the peace at the town was killed and Yaun was forced to hikd the bandits on his own where he found himself cornered. The result of this encounter was a severed arm and a shameful retreat back to the barracks in order to have his wounds treated. Only then did Ganford sent reinforcements.

He attempted to claim comoensation for his disability which was rudely dishonoured by Stefan. Embittered and resentful, he continued to pursue this comoensation until he awaits a day where he could turn his back on the Lord and serve a new master.

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Bart's immediate thought were to determine whether or not he missed this fire and gasoline-like relationship that he had with this... woman. The awful tonality of the vocal chords that vibrated awkwardly-deep, barely even masculine voice which yapped like koi fishes hurt his ears to a point where he almost had to cover them to avoid being deafened. This indeed was some siren -- except awfully risible and unsightly to behold. Another observation which he took note of was the ridiculous school uniform that someone like her would be dying to remove. Such buttoned, white and long sleeved shirt and the wooly maroon jacket over her and the perfectly insulting skirt, calf-high socks and heeled leathers. "Hahaha! That uniform suits you well! I thought it'd be rags by now!" Bart laughed incessantly whilst his arms covered over his stomach in an attempt to 'contain' whatever air he inhaled and slapped his knee with one hand that promptly allowed him to relax and cease his laughter.
His hand quickly groomed the somewhat tidied hair from the laughter and crossed his arms with a snarky look at Ryan. Then nothing. Absolute silence. The voices of other students gleefully chattering in the background... The gentle soft whistling wind and footsteps filled the silence between them. Bart is indubitably appalled. What had happened to the fiery tempered 'girl' that he used to know? Had live by happenstance changed the way she behaved somewhat? He'd expected full blowback from Ryan than just;
"Now, w-wa-w..."
It didn't feel right. He instinctively reached for the non-existent glasses that didn't hang from his ears, indicating clear curiosity on the matter until he realised Ryan's unfocused and seemingly quizzical pupils were adjusting to the reflection that is beyond him. Somebody was approaching. What kind of person would have such an incredible effect that it could stun the woman hitler? A school bully? Some kind of hired killer? Maybe... Just maybe... It could be that horrific thing. Her immediate response does not seem to imply danger... She seems... Relaxed in a way.
"Speedy Kicks,"
It was a foreign voice. He felt the firm grip of a clearly masculine hand clutching his lean shoulder shadowing his profile immensely. Now, he was stunned. Who the heck's behind him? How come he has heard of his new nickname? Why did he stop by the two of them?
"You two know each other?"
The question wasn't directed at him. It sounded dejected and off-mark if he did. His sights focused upon the now docile and enthralled Ryan who gave a cutesy nod while he could see her lips tongue-tied and dry. Too intimate for it to be a sibling.
"That's awesome, well, you two should come eat with me and the guys."
Bart hadn't said a single word in this exchange. He turned behind him to finally reveal the voice that had been speaking this entire time... Recognising the tall guy as the guy he accidentally bopped on the head.
"S-sure, Brandon." Ww-chh! A tame tone for sure! He removed a pen from his shirt pocket and began noting down on his hand with the heading; 'Moments that embarrass Ryan' and began describing their encounter. He felt the grip slip away by a moment's notice and tucked away the pen back onto his pocket as he saw the guy named Brandon leave.
"We'll be by the Rugby Field," He allowed Brandon to leave them until he was a fair distance away before Bart's posture leaned slightly forward... Head inflated as he showed a clownish wide grin with eyelids closing halfway indicating slyness and clarity. He knew what was going on in that head of hers. Ryan began to speak but Bart interrupted her speech by annoyingly smiling.
"Come on... Really? S-sure, Brandon!" He parroted, whilst maintaining that clownish grin and shifty eyes.
"Since when did you melt to an emotional pile of goop?" He adjusted the grip on his bag, whilst still maintaining that clownish grin and shifty eyes, his back slightly slouched and his pace was slightly offbeat.
"Well what are you waiting for? Lets spend some time with Brandon's friends. Or... Would you perhaps want some privacy and go there on your own? Maybe his friends is busy playing Rugby! Wouldn't that be fun?" He taunted, whilst still maintaining that clownish grin and shifty eyes. This time his eyebrows is wiggling. This kept going on and on until they finally made full pace and made their way to the Rugby Field where Brandon was and quickly set his bag down where the other students had piled them and brought a set of lunch box by his hands as they gathered and sat on the bare grass field and popped the lid open to reveal a neatly prepared steak roll with fragrant barbecue sauce and caramelised onion. He waited until Brandon and Ryan was ready to settle down before eating.
"Whath yof goys habin foh lanch?" Bart's mouth is full of food he is chewing.
I see Halloween is early this year.
@VKAllen We certainly can have one. But I was wondering if adding another lady would throw off the balance of nature


Certainly wouldn't matter in my honest opinion. I only point the fact that theres an overabundance of women as a joke.
Forgot to mention @Noodles and @The Muse for post.
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