Warrior in the Shadows

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Hugh seemed rather at peace after letting it out. He felt calm. "It's true that I was a wreck after losing everything, but I decided I wanted to heal." He sighed, letting his pipe get cold as it hung from his hand. "I don't want to live trying to get back what I once had. Somethings must be laid to rest." He let his head rest in his hands, leaning his elbows against his legs.

His face looked somber. "Of course, when there was the possibility that I would lose you too, I went into that rage. I don't want to lose anyone else." He looked down, sounding sheepish. "I just don't want to lose anymore." His eyes had a tired look about them and a slight look of sadness took over his features.

"You're not going to replace her. I don't want you to replace her or my children. I won't ever ask that of you." He looked to her, now very serious. "My goal has only ever been to live." He brought his hand down her back to rest on her side, letting it gently glide over her features. "I'm not sure how to put it all in words. I'm not sure how to let you know that I want to be with you, not to replace something I lost, or escape from the past."

Hugh seemed flustered as if he had come against a wall that he couldn't break. He didn't want to just leave it at "I had a wife and kids. They died." It was like being trapped in that cage again and he was trying to break out. It was like maiming every skeleton in his path just to get to her. His wife might always hold a place in his heart, but he would never get her back. His children had been his world, but he had lost them.

Hugh wanted to just love Sana. He wanted corny, stupid, funny, wonderful, dramatic, sexy love. He wanted for both of them to be it all together. He wasn't about to let a few secrets hold them apart from each other.

The Forests of Death (Dead)

Wade cockedd his head to the side and looked up at her. "Assassin gypsy? Quite the combo." He finally decided it high time he switched out his leaf to a more sober leaf, that being tobacco. He withdrew a tobacco leaf from a satchel on his person and crammed the leaf into the pipe. He was using the embers from the previous leaf to light the tobacco.

Wade appeared to be relaxed with reality again, as no triggers were going off in his mind. It was nice. He needed to avoid any triggers from now on, because it made him feel better to be sober and free from worry than to be drunk and avoiding thinking about something. He let one of his eyes close as he looked back up at Ramara, "So riddle me this. Why does a gypsy become an assassin?"

Of course the conversation seemed to be completely interrupted by this new presence in the form of a werewolf sleeping. "Oh fantastic!" Wade said, not sure how to react. "We need silver." He plainly said, pulling out his sword and looking rather tired as he did so. "Y'all better hope the bastard is friendly, because I sure as hell don't have any silver." His reaction was cut short when the young pirate ran up to it and started loving all over it.

Wade opened both eyes and gave a rather angrily disappointed expression. "I'm not sure how to react to this." He looked the young pirate up and down, "It's a werewolf. They aren't exactly cuddly. You better be praying he's friendly."

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Hugh really didn't think he could properly comfort her, or even if she wanted him to comfort her with words. He was never particularly good at it, and she had just proven to him that he hadn't quite grasped the situation fully. He made a little bit of an embarrassed face. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think that one through." He let his pipe lower as he felt her against him.

The kiss made his head swim in lovey-dovey thoughts, before he puffed on his pipe a little more. He sighed, feeling a little happy, but the weight of his own secret was weighing on him heavily. He was mulling over in his mind how long he could go without telling her he once had a wife and kids. What happens when he gets to the part about them being dead and him becoming a wanderer? Of course that did establish that they were no longer together, but that wasn't ever a good line to add.

His brain started to scramble as his eyes began to express his worry. His facial expression turned to something of a constipated look when he tried to force out the words, just to see if he could. He seemed to be fighting himself, a battle waging in his mind. He started puffing furiously on his pipe, almost inhaling too much smoke. If he kept at this, he might end up passing out. He was on a bad train to no where going top speed.

Finally, he took one long inhale and exhale, then puffed a little more on his pipe. It seemed to calm him slightly for the bomb he was considering to drop. "So, you know what you were saying about secrets? This isn't per se a secret." He cleared his throat. His expression looked like that of an innocent puppy that had just angered his master. "As in, I didn't mean for it to be a secret." He fumbled around with his pipe, turning it in his hands, nervously. "It just became one."

He was realizing that he was going around in circles, not particularly getting anywhere with this. The music had stopped, and it was time to bare all. He sighed and leaned back, looking at her directly. "I was married once. I had two children." He paused, seemingly to gauge her reaction. "They died a long time ago. Along with the barbarian tribe I was with. All burned."

The Forests of Death (Dead)

Wade was taken aback by the sudden question shot at him by the attractive emotionless female. So what's your secret? He scratched his head and twiddled his pipe around for a little. His face seemed to go from worry to a little more dark and stricken expression. "That's..." He paused, looking a little foreboding, "...very complicated." The emotion seemed to leave him as he recalled a memory, it flashing before his eyes in a few seconds.

He recalled the smell of burning wood all around him, the feeling of heat from fires causing him to sweat, and the burning dead. The stench of bodies burning, flesh leaving the skin. It made him want to vomit. Most everyone was taking to covering their mouths with long clothes that could tie around their heads. Wade felt as though his nose hairs were burnt off from the blazing fires.

This memory was of the Genocide of Westbrook. A horrible event that Wade had a personal hand in. They had successfully stormed a fortress, having warned it at the beginning of the siege that if they didn't surrender, all would die and all would be burnt down. Now that it had been taken, they were making good on their word. Any survivors would be taken into captivity and forced labor. Any who got lazy and refused to work, would be beaten to death.

Zooming back into the present, Wade puffed a few times on his pipe and said, "I was once a peasant and I was thrown into the wars of nobles. I was a man-at-arms." That was the simple response. They took him at the onset of his manhood and made him to fight their wars. Manpower was the greatest commodity for a noble and Wade had been part of that commodity. "Wade, the fighter." He said it slowly, mulling over the sound of it while puffing at his pipe.

"Who are you again?" He said, realizing he didn't actually know the name of the woman he was talking to. In fact, he really didn't know anyone's names.

Aether: Legend of the Crimson Dusicyon - Now Recruiting Crewmates!

Cyrek Krusek

Fox
Name: Cyrek Krusek
Title: Welder, mechanic, hull repair.
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Stands at 5'8".
Facial:
Armor: When the situation calls for armor, he'll wear a plate cuirass
Clothing: His usual attire is everything picture along with a leather jacket that protects him from sparks while working on the ship.

Weapons

Miscellaneous items: Welding goggles, all sorts of tools which he keeps in a tool box, all for repairing the ship and any appliances.

Biography: He was raised by the owner of a scrapyard, his mother. He only had a mother, as he had been born out of wedlock, and had never met his father. As far as he was aware, his father was a one night stand his mother had and he knew little of him.

Cyrek was raised by his mother and her siblings. His uncle was a great influence in his life, teaching him all he knew about mechanics. He became mostly fascinated with welding, as there was a lot of welding to do in the scrapyards. He took up repairing the body of vehicles and aircraft as it involved the most welding. The jobs he did always looked rather ugly but worked well.

The scrapyards wasn't all that legal, in reality. They stole vehicles and aircarft, and tore them apart and started selling them for the parts. That was how the business always worked. The problem with illegal activities like this was they get the attention of either the law or other gangs. In this case, it was the other gangs. They ended up stealing the wrong crafts and got into a turf war with a drug running gang.

His long time girlfriend, who was a stripper(not exactly the best choice in women), ended up leaving him when the turf war started. She started a relationship with the son of the boss of the drug running gang.

This resulted in bloodshed on both sides, Cyrek losing his family to the scrapyard being burned and blown up. Cyrek ended up killing the boss, the boss's son, his ex-girlfriend, and burned everything they worked for to the ground. In the end, there were no winners in the turf war. Everyone had lost everything, and Cyrek could only start over.

He finally found his way into a position on James Renault's crew, taking up being a mechanic again. He mostly works as hull repair or any exterior or frame repairs that are needed.

Extra: You'll usually find him rappelling down the side of the airship, repairing cracks and replacing parts of the hull. Sometimes, he just enjoys the view. He can also be found welding on the interior of the ship, keeping the integrity of the frame intact.

The Forests of Death (Dead)

Wade scratched his beard a little, looking at the squire. "Class dismissed, then." He said, after the squire had finished his ramble. He simply kept walking, puffing on the pipe in hand and pulling back taking it all in.

The attractive blonde female riding in the settle near Wade, actually responded to his question. I guess we will see Came the annoyingly cryptic answer. Wade gave her a quizzical look, as she seemed to have broken her perfect demeanor to tell him this. He didn't like the break in character as the smirk annoyed him, mostly due to the fact that it was accompanied by a cryptic response. "You have to be cryptic, now do you? Is that what the kids are doing now a days?" His face gave off an angrily disappointed expression as he looked up at her. "I already know you're an assassin from what the kid just said, and you've pretty much proved it now."

Wade sighed and blew out another puff. "But eeeeverybody has to be cryptic. Everybody's gotta have a secret." Before puffing on the pipe and sighing again he continued by raising his voice, "EVERYBODY'S GOTTA BE SPECIAL!" His hand movements were especially expressive for the occasion, waving back and forth. It was yet to be proved whether he was so expressive of his opinion because of the strange leaf he was smoking or he was just always that talkative.

His attention was soon averted towards the shapes his smoking was taking, as he started to try making smoke circles. It was always an entertaining sight, even if you weren't on drugs.

Aether: Legend of the Crimson Dusicyon - Now Recruiting Crewmates!

Cyrek Krusek

Fox
Name: Cyrek Krusek
Title: Welder, mechanic, hull repair.
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Stands at 5'8".
Facial:
Armor: When the situation calls for armor, he'll wear a plate cuirass
Clothing: His usual attire is everything picture along with a leather jacket that protects him from sparks while working on the ship.

Weapons

Miscellaneous items: Welding goggles, all sorts of tools which he keeps in a tool box, all for repairing the ship and any appliances.

Biography: He was raised by the owner of a scrapyard, his mother. He only had a mother, as he had been born out of wedlock, and had never met his father. As far as he was aware, his father was a one night stand his mother had and he knew little of him.

Cyrek was raised by his mother and her siblings. His uncle was a great influence in his life, teaching him all he knew about mechanics. He became mostly fascinated with welding, as there was a lot of welding to do in the scrapyards. He took up repairing the body of vehicles and aircraft as it involved the most welding. The jobs he did always looked rather ugly but worked well.

The scrapyards wasn't all that legal, in reality. They stole vehicles and aircarft, and tore them apart and started selling them for the parts. That was how the business always worked. The problem with illegal activities like this was they get the attention of either the law or other gangs. In this case, it was the other gangs. They ended up stealing the wrong crafts and got into a turf war with a drug running gang.

His long time girlfriend, who was a stripper(not exactly the best choice in women), ended up leaving him when the turf war started. She started a relationship with the son of the boss of the drug running gang.

This resulted in bloodshed on both sides, Cyrek losing his family to the scrapyard being burned and blown up. Cyrek ended up killing the boss, the boss's son, his ex-girlfriend, and burned everything they worked for to the ground. In the end, there were no winners in the turf war. Everyone had lost everything, and Cyrek could only start over.

He finally found his way into a position on James Renault's crew, taking up being a mechanic again. He mostly works as hull repair or any exterior or frame repairs that are needed.

Extra: You'll usually find him rappelling down the side of the airship, repairing cracks and replacing parts of the hull. Sometimes, he just enjoys the view. He can also be found welding on the interior of the ship, keeping the integrity of the frame intact.

EDIT: Yes, this is finished unless you require more.

MI-13: Hunters for Crown and Country

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Adventures in SPACE!!!

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The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Hugh was surprised by the sudden answer from Sana. He thought she was more attentive to what Artos had to say of her jewelry. Still, the smile that Sana gave to him allowed him to realize how serious what she was about to tell him would be. Someone who I loved very deeply. The words stung a little, making him feel a little jealous, but then he came to his senses. He had someone like that too, once. That someone was no longer alive.

Hugh nodded at her inquiring of him if he remembered her telling him she was a gypsy. He hadn't thought of it much. He had never encountered gypsies and really had no idea other than they were storytellers and entertainers of sorts. They were known for their music. Hugh heard they were bad news, but he had never had the personal experience to learn anything more.

When she said the words dredge up the past Hugh looked at her, interested as to what more she was to say. It appeared very important and sounded like a burden she had to carry. He would not be one to deny his full attention, as he hoped she might listen well on the day he would tell her about his full past. The day he would tell her of his late wife.

He listened, noting all the different colorful jobs there were in a troupe of gypsies. He was fascinated for a little, until she arrived at courtesan. What the fuck was that? He took a moment, mulling it over in his thick skull before he realized it. It took all the clues she gave him. Obviously these cluse were not given on purpose. Nonetheless, he had arrived at the solution that was staring him in the face. A courtesan was a prostitute. The girl he was in love with was almost made into a prostitute.

A little rage suddenly built up inside of him as he felt himself tense up at the thought of anyone else with her for just a one night fling. He felt his fists clench in anger at the thought, but he let it go, reaching into his saddle bag and preparing it for smoking. He let loose what anger he had into giving spark to a leaf of tobacco in his pipe. Soon it had caught and Hugh started puffing. It helped to vent the slight bit of anger he felt. Enough to keep listening.

He looked at her, his head nodding as he took it all in. He wasn't sure what to say, he thought a better reaction would be to hold her. So he moved in closer and brought her closer to him. He brought his hand up to the other side of her head and planted a kiss on her head, simply bringing her closer to him. He felt his words would not be of any use or benefit at the moment. He wasn't even sure what to say. He pulled his head back and simply wrapped his arm around her, bringing her close up against him.

"You'll find her again." He said quietly. He had said it with certainty, as he knew she at least left that someone alive.