webboysurf

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

T H E I R O N F I S T

^{Issue #7: That Dreamers do Lie}

Chinatown, New York City

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^{December 24th, 2018 | 11:43pm | Streets}

The Golden Tigers were out in force, monitoring the streets. The Iron Fist was out in force, and rumor was there was a girl with him. It was becoming a bloody Christmas Eve, and Will Scott was hoping it would end soon. He was with his brother, Douglas Scott, and a couple other Golden Tigers. Chaka had given orders that the Tigers needed to stick together if they had any chance of defeating the vigilante that plagued Chinatown.

They turned into an alleyway, following their planned route so that they could rendezvous with another crew. The good news: the other crew was there waiting. The bad news: they were mangled corpses at the feet of a stranger. A man stood there, wearing a golden mask with black accents. He was shirtless in the snow, wearing baggy green pants. But his skin tone was... different. He didn't seem right. He was carrying two knives, most likely the weapons of the Tigers he just slew. In the blink of an eye, both knives were thrown and impaled two of Will's men.

The Iron Fist charged forward, Doug and another of the Tigers rushing in to meet him. Whoever this was matched every blow for blow, blocking anything the Tigers threw at him and then countering more harshly. Doug and the other were disarmed, and Will stood in shock as the dagger pierced through his brother's throat. The two fell to the ground, choking for breath, as this vigilante tightened his grip on the knives. A wicked smile spread across his lips as Will charged forward, his "claw" extended to try and rip out a chunk of this murderer's flesh.

Golden Tiger knives were sharpened to the point of near perfection. Davos was not one to fall to such a simplistic attack, and used the opportunity to place both knives on the wrist of his opponent. As Will's charge continued due to his momentum, Davos was able to spin around his opponent and slice through layers of skin and bone. At the end of it, Will collapses to the ground, clutching his bloody stump and screaming in pain. Davos circled his prey, squatting down in front of the last Golden Tiger. Wil, between sobs and shivers of pain, croaked out a single question. "The Iron Fist... doesn't kill... who are you?"

"I'm the real Iron Fist, not the undeserving pretender. But that doesn't matter right now. I need you to deliver a message to Chaka. I am coming for him tomorrow night. And I will kill him."

In the blink of an eye, Davos was gone. William Scott was left to kneel in the blood of his friends and family, clutching the mark of his own missing limb for a moment. But he willed himself onto his feet again, and began stumbling through the streets. He had to warn Chaka... before it was too late.

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@webboysurf

Hey need you to get your post in, it has been 8 days since the first IC post went up, and we want people posting every 7. I generally am a little nicer in the first week or two for people, but just saying, this will likely be your only warning about that. So please post by tonight.

@BlueSky44

Absolutely won't be an issue in the future. Had the first post on the wrong date in my calendar.

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Tosram Li

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@BlueSky44

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Tosram's eyes focused in on the ceiling of the jail cell. He was always up early, being a creature of habit. Taking care of the kids and the business usually required him to go to bed late and rise early. That wasn't exactly necessary now that all he had to do was sit around and wait. Yet he stared at the ceiling anyways. His roommate had gotten up to exercise, but it was clear the man was working through some issues. Tosram just listened to the boy's mutters, until he stopped. A quick turn of the head showed the man rubbing a scar on his neck. A wound from long ago.

The earthbender took the opportunity to hop out of his bed and press himself against the cold steel ground. He began with a set of push-ups, his eyes remaining closed and his breathing remaining relatively constant despite the set. Tosram wasn't going to pry into his cell-mate's life yet. With any luck, someone would figure a way out of this prison and the two of them would be out of this predicament, though it seemed more likely that at least one of them would be executed before escape or rescue would be possible. Until then, Tosram needed to maintain his strength and continue through his daily routine. He wouldn't let his captors win in that regard.

It was almost a surprise to Tosram as he spoke softly while continuing his exercise. His tone was oddly calm, given the situation. "You've been here longer than I have. Any ideas on how we could get out of this mess, friend?"

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Tosram Li

Tosram Li

☼ ”Back off... you're going to have to go through me.” ☼
≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

𝕊ynopsis

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛ℕame↚۩๑

Tosram Li

๑۩↛𝔸lias↚۩๑

Lee Hyun

๑۩↛𝔸ge↚۩๑

30

๑۩↛𝔾ender↚۩๑

Male

๑۩↛ℕation↚۩๑

Earth Nation (Bah Sing Se)

ℂountenance & 𝔻isposition

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛𝔸t 𝔽irst 𝔾lance↚۩๑

⊰ℍeight⊱ 6’5”	⊰𝕎eight⊱ 250	⊰𝔹uild⊱ Tall and Dense	⊰𝕊kin 𝕋one⊱ Dark Tan	⊰𝔼yes⊱ Brown	⊰ℍair⊱ Black/Wavy

๑۩↛ℂharacter 𝕀mage↚۩๑

๑۩↛𝔻efining 𝔽eatures↚۩๑

Having served as one of the Dai Li briefly before retiring to take care of his children, Tosram has a series of scars marking his years in service of defending Bah Sing Se. His hair style is straight and tied into a standard pony tail, though his new addition of a goatee marks him as an aging man. There is a faint scar in the outer corner of his left eye from his time competing in Earthbending tournaments, when a sharp rock nearly ended his life.

๑۩↛ℙanache↚۩๑

The father of two young kids, Tosram’s clothes haven’t been clean for some time. They have holes and stains from cooking and running about, keeping them in line. This being said, his hair on his face and atop his head has had the same style as his father, who had the style of his father before him. Tosram’s latest outfit is of the latest style, as he got new clothes to attend the funeral of his wife. He wore those same clothes when he joined a small detachment to travel West and fight the Fire Nation. It did not end well.

๑۩↛𝕎indow 𝕋o 𝕋he 𝕊oul↚۩๑

⊰ℙrimary 𝕋rait⊱ Protective	⊰𝕊econdary 𝕋rait⊱ Stubborn	⊰𝕋ertiary 𝕋rait⊱ Rebellious	⊰𝕆rientation⊱ Heterosexual	⊰ℝelations⊱ Widow	⊰𝔽aith⊱ Spiritual

๑۩↛ℙersonality↚۩๑

Tosram has never been one to take the back seat when it came to a choice. He refuses to let others choose his path for him, instead always opting to take his own path. Once his mind is set, Tosram can not be stopped. Despite this, Tosram is a nurturing soul, willing to cook and take care of those who are sick and injured. He seems most tranquil when doing banal tasks, and most ferocious and stubborn when it comes to combat and high-stress situations.

๑۩↛ℚuirks↚۩๑

Tosram constantly cracks his knuckles when nervous, subconsciously asserting his strength and power. He has a strange tendency to lean on any wall or surface he can when in a room, mostly due to his reliance upon having his back against a wall so he can try to keep any potential enemies or threats in front of him. When Tosram sleeps, he can only ever sleep on his right side. When talking while standing, he tends to subconsciously shift his feet despite his mood. It's a byproduct of training in Earthbending when young, to the point Tosram associates speaking with the motions of bending.

๑۩↛𝕐ay 𝕆r ℕay↚۩๑

Tosram is a man who enjoys both a good brawl and a nice cup of tea. His preferred environment is out on a trail or road with firm earth beneath his feet. He isn't particularly fond of heights or high precipices. He often spends time in meditation by performing a fairly simple task, such as cooking or brewing tea. Tosram cannot stand instruction or following formal ritual, finding them to be too restrictive and controlling. His preferred contact with others comes from casual conversation, but is admittedly not particularly fond of debate or arguments. He would much rather do his own thing than argue over what should be done.

ℕumerology & 𝕂nowledge

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛𝕊tandings↚۩๑

⊰𝔹ending⊱ Earth	⊰𝕃evel⊱ 1	⊰𝔼xperience⊱ 0	⊰𝕄ax ℍℙ⊱ 12	⊰𝔸lignment⊱ CG	⊰𝔸ℂ⊱ 12

๑۩↛𝔹asic 𝔸bilities↚۩๑

⊰ℂharisma⊱ 11	⊰𝕀ntelligence⊱ 14	⊰𝕎isdom⊱ 16	⊰𝕊trength⊱ 18	⊰𝔻exterity⊱ 15	⊰ℂonstitution⊱ 18

๑۩↛𝕊pecial 𝔸bilities↚۩๑

• Basic Earthbending
• Rock Gloves
• Seismic Sense

๑۩↛𝕎eaknesses↚۩๑

• Reliance on Earth
• Reliance on the Lower Body

๑۩↛𝔼quipment↚۩๑

• Fire Nation Prisoner Clothes

ℝigmarole & 𝕀nteractions

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛ℙast↚۩๑

Tosram was the son of a farmer in a small Earth Nation village to the West of Bah Sing Se. He was the fifth child of twelve, and had a fascination with his granduncle's bending prowess since he was old enough to walk. Tosram's granduncle was a skilled Earthbender who had retired from the Dai Li, and he trained the young boy in the art of Earthbending. Tosram showed similar promise in his skills, and competed in small tournaments in Bah Sing Se yearly in which he excelled.

When he became old enough to live on his own, Tosram moved to Bah Sing Se to live with his second cousins. Tosram picked up a job at the family tea house and continued training in Earthbending until he could enlist with the Dai Li. He served in the Dai Li for four years, at which point he met his future-wife Ila. Ila became pregnant, the two got married, and Tosram ended up retiring from the Dai Li to take care of the twin boys. Tosram took on a major role at his family's tea house while raising the boys, while his wife protected the city as a member of its elite protectors.

๑۩↛ℙresent↚۩๑

Tosram's life is incredibly normal. Tosram lives in the same house as his second cousin and his family. He acts as the chef for the tea house, providing light snacks and food to accompany the tea his second cousin brews. Most of Tosram's day is spent working in the tea house, while his nights are spent playing or teaching his twin boys, who are eight years old now. From time to time he is responsible for fixing any damages or issues to the tea house, busting out the tools to fix things as needed.

His wife passed away about eight months ago. Five months ago, Tosram left his children to be taken care of by his second cousin and his family while Tosram joined a resistance group that was led by his brother, Hiro. They spent a month travelling west before encountering a forward camp of Fire Nation troopers. Tosram was the only survivor of the encounter on the side of the Earth Nation resistance fighters as he surrendered.

๑۩↛𝔽uture↚۩๑

Tosram's only goal is to make the world a safer and better place for his two sons. His wife died to protect them in a slightly more direct fashion, but Tosram believes that the only way to keep his children truly safe was to end the war with the Fire Nation. It seems nearly impossible at this time, but Tosram is nothing if not determined.

𝕄uch 𝔸do 𝔸bout ℕothing

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛ℂaptured!↚۩๑

• ⊰ℂrime⊱ Prisoner of War: While not enlisted in the former military, Tosram is a prisoner held by the Fire Nation for attempting to assault and kill soldiers of the Fire Nation.
• ⊰𝔾uilt⊱ Guilty of the Crime as he resisted the Fire Nation
• ⊰𝕊entence⊱ Indefinite. With the war in its early stages, Tosram is held more for ransom and as a potential bargaining chip in negotiations than for punishment.
• ⊰𝕋ime⊱ Four Months.

๑۩↛ℝhapsody↚۩๑

• Give it All - Rise Against
• "I've got a better idea."
• "You're gonna have to try harder to kill me."

๑۩↛𝔼tc, 𝔼tc, 𝔼tc↚۩๑

• Toradora
• Roy Harper in Justice League: Shadow of the Old Gods

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

_{By submitting this CS, I am agreeing to all the rules and requirements of this Rp. I understand the consequences of breaking them, which can include, but is not limited to, removal from the Rp and my character meeting the most horrific and/or comical death possible. I also agree to conduct myself in a respectful manner at all times towards the Gm and my fellow Rpers.}

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@BlueSky44 Adjusted Appropriately

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Tosram Li

Tosram Li

☼ ”Back off... you're going to have to go through me.” ☼
≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

𝕊ynopsis

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛ℕame↚۩๑

Tosram Li

๑۩↛𝔸lias↚۩๑

Lee Hyun

๑۩↛𝔸ge↚۩๑

30

๑۩↛𝔾ender↚۩๑

Male

๑۩↛ℕation↚۩๑

Earth Nation (Bah Sing Se)

ℂountenance & 𝔻isposition

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛𝔸t 𝔽irst 𝔾lance↚۩๑

⊰ℍeight⊱ 6’5”	⊰𝕎eight⊱ 250	⊰𝔹uild⊱ Tall and Dense	⊰𝕊kin 𝕋one⊱ Dark Tan	⊰𝔼yes⊱ Brown	⊰ℍair⊱ Black/Wavy

๑۩↛ℂharacter 𝕀mage↚۩๑

๑۩↛𝔻efining 𝔽eatures↚۩๑

Having served as one of the Dai Li briefly before retiring to take care of his children, Tosram has a series of scars marking his years in service of defending Bah Sing Se. His hair style is straight and tied into a standard pony tail, though his new addition of a goatee marks him as an aging man. There is a faint scar in the outer corner of his left eye from his time competing in Earthbending tournaments, when a sharp rock nearly ended his life.

๑۩↛ℙanache↚۩๑

The father of two young kids, Tosram’s clothes haven’t been clean for some time. They have holes and stains from cooking and running about, keeping them in line. This being said, his hair on his face and atop his head has had the same style as his father, who had the style of his father before him. Tosram’s latest outfit is of the latest style, as he got new clothes to attend the funeral of his wife. He wore those same clothes when he joined a small detachment to travel West and fight the Fire Nation. It did not end well.

๑۩↛𝕎indow 𝕋o 𝕋he 𝕊oul↚۩๑

⊰ℙrimary 𝕋rait⊱ Protective	⊰𝕊econdary 𝕋rait⊱ Stubborn	⊰𝕋ertiary 𝕋rait⊱ Rebellious	⊰𝕆rientation⊱ Heterosexual	⊰ℝelations⊱ Widow	⊰𝔽aith⊱ Spiritual

๑۩↛ℙersonality↚۩๑

Tosram has never been one to take the back seat when it came to a choice. He refuses to let others choose his path for him, instead always opting to take his own path. Once his mind is set, Tosram can not be stopped. Despite this, Tosram is a nurturing soul, willing to cook and take care of those who are sick and injured. He seems most tranquil when doing banal tasks, and most ferocious and stubborn when it comes to combat and high-stress situations.

๑۩↛ℚuirks↚۩๑

Tosram constantly cracks his knuckles when nervous, subconsciously asserting his strength and power. He has a strange tendency to lean on any wall or surface he can when in a room, mostly due to his reliance upon having his back against a wall so he can try to keep any potential enemies or threats in front of him. When Tosram sleeps, he can only ever sleep on his right side. When talking while standing, he tends to subconsciously shift his feet despite his mood. It's a byproduct of training in Earthbending when young, to the point Tosram associates speaking with the motions of bending.

๑۩↛𝕐ay 𝕆r ℕay↚۩๑

Tosram is a man who enjoys both a good brawl and a nice cup of tea. His preferred environment is out on a trail or road with firm earth beneath his feet. He isn't particularly fond of heights or high precipices. He often spends time in meditation by performing a fairly simple task, such as cooking or brewing tea. Tosram cannot stand instruction or following formal ritual, finding them to be too restrictive and controlling. His preferred contact with others comes from casual conversation, but is admittedly not particularly fond of debate or arguments. He would much rather do his own thing than argue over what should be done.

ℕumerology & 𝕂nowledge

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛𝕊tandings↚۩๑

⊰𝔹ending⊱ Earth	⊰𝕃evel⊱ 1	⊰𝔼xperience⊱ 0	⊰𝕄ax ℍℙ⊱ 12	⊰𝔸lignment⊱ CG	⊰𝔸ℂ⊱ 12

๑۩↛𝔹asic 𝔸bilities↚۩๑

⊰ℂharisma⊱ 11	⊰𝕀ntelligence⊱ 14	⊰𝕎isdom⊱ 16	⊰𝕊trength⊱ 18	⊰𝔻exterity⊱ 15	⊰ℂonstitution⊱ 18

๑۩↛𝕊pecial 𝔸bilities↚۩๑

• Basic Earthbending
• Rock Gloves
• Seismic Sense

๑۩↛𝕎eaknesses↚۩๑

• Reliance on Earth
• Reliance on the Lower Body

๑۩↛𝔼quipment↚۩๑

• Fire Nation Prisoner Clothes

ℝigmarole & 𝕀nteractions

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛ℙast↚۩๑

Tosram was the son of a farmer in a small Earth Nation village to the West of Bah Sing Se. He was the fifth child of twelve, and had a fascination with his granduncle's bending prowess since he was old enough to walk. Tosram's granduncle was a skilled Earthbender who had retired from the Dai Li, and he trained the young boy in the art of Earthbending. Tosram showed similar promise in his skills, and competed in small tournaments in Bah Sing Se yearly in which he excelled.

When he became old enough to live on his own, Tosram moved to Bah Sing Se to live with his second cousins. Tosram picked up a job at the family tea house and continued training in Earthbending until he could enlist with the Dai Li. He served in the Dai Li for four years, at which point he met his future-wife Ila. Ila became pregnant, the two got married, and Tosram ended up retiring from the Dai Li to take care of the twin boys. Tosram took on a major role at his family's tea house while raising the boys, while his wife protected the city as a member of its elite protectors.

๑۩↛ℙresent↚۩๑

Tosram's life is incredibly normal. Tosram lives in the same house as his second cousin and his family. He acts as the chef for the tea house, providing light snacks and food to accompany the tea his second cousin brews. Most of Tosram's day is spent working in the tea house, while his nights are spent playing or teaching his twin boys, who are eight years old now. From time to time he is responsible for fixing any damages or issues to the tea house, busting out the tools to fix things as needed.

His wife passed away about eight months ago. Five months ago, Tosram left his children to be taken care of by his second cousin and his family while Tosram joined a resistance group that was led by his brother, Hiro. They spent a month travelling west before encountering a forward camp of Fire Nation troopers. Tosram was the only survivor of the encounter on the side of the Earth Nation resistance fighters as he surrendered.

๑۩↛𝔽uture↚۩๑

Tosram's only goal is to make the world a safer and better place for his two sons. His wife died to protect them in a slightly more direct fashion, but Tosram believes that the only way to keep his children truly safe was to end the war with the Fire Nation. It seems nearly impossible at this time, but Tosram is nothing if not determined.

𝕄uch 𝔸do 𝔸bout ℕothing

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

๑۩↛ℂaptured!↚۩๑

• ⊰ℂrime⊱ Prisoner of War: While not enlisted in the former military, Tosram is a prisoner held by the Fire Nation for attempting to assault and kill soldiers of the Fire Nation.
• ⊰𝔾uilt⊱ Guilty of the Crime as he resisted the Fire Nation
• ⊰𝕊entence⊱ Indefinite. With the war in its early stages, Tosram is held more for ransom and as a potential bargaining chip in negotiations than for punishment.
• ⊰𝕋ime⊱ Four Months.

๑۩↛ℝhapsody↚۩๑

• Give it All - Rise Against
• "I've got a better idea."
• "You're gonna have to try harder to kill me."

๑۩↛𝔼tc, 𝔼tc, 𝔼tc↚۩๑

• Toradora
• Roy Harper in Justice League: Shadow of the Old Gods

≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎

_{By submitting this CS, I am agreeing to all the rules and requirements of this Rp. I understand the consequences of breaking them, which can include, but is not limited to, removal from the Rp and my character meeting the most horrific and/or comical death possible. I also agree to conduct myself in a respectful manner at all times towards the Gm and my fellow Rpers.}

World of Telduria [Reboot]

Judge Kalon's Residence

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^{The Southern Jewel, Grand Kingdom of Kron-Nesis}

Darius reclined upon a couch within a sitting room, rubbing the base of his neck with a pained expression as the pains of age bothered him. Cressida, clearly in more pain as some clear bruising marked the skin not covered by her clothing, sat upright at the edge of the couch. They were both awaiting Judge Kalon, who was in the office marked by two intricately-carved mahogany doors set into the Western wall of the sitting room. A messenger, sent on behalf of the Grand Marshall, had arrived to speak with the Judge. The Justicar and his apprentice were rather invested in picking up some sort of work. The grandness of the manor in which Judge Kalon resided meant little to the two servants of the Order of Justice. Cressida often felt more at home in a more rustic environment, and Darius was often more interested in staying busy than relaxation.

The doors opened, and Darius' eyes followed the messenger hurriedly leaving the room, rubbing his pocket. He was carrying a letter, most certainly one sealed by Judge Kalon with orders. It took a moment before Judge Kalon entered the sitting room, his furrowed brow breaking as he saw his two guests waiting for him. He gave a bright smile, his portly figure seeming to expand as he opened his arms in acknowledged greeting. "Ahhh, my guests. You appear to be quite comfortable, so I see no issue in speaking here." With a clap of his hands, a butler quickly appeared in the room. With a simple nod towards the chair, the Judge had wordlessly commanded the Butler to strain himself in lifting a practical throne of a chair and moving it close to the couch where Darius and his apprentice sat. Once finished, the butler rushed out of the room. Judge Kalon took his seat and leaned back comfortably, the smile beginning to fade. "I am afraid there has been a sharp rise in... illicit activity. A knight, Sir Archibald, was drugged and maimed last night."

Before the Judge finished speaking, Darius was already positioning himself to stand up. He was ready to get out there and begin an investigation. But the raising of the Judge's hand stopped him. "I have already sent orders for a local Justicar to investigate. Given your history, Justicar Stormhawk, I felt it best to send a Justicar that is more... diplomatic to handle this matter and bring them in for justice."

"I deliver results, and have logged more arrests than any-"

"You have certainly logged more executions than any Justicars here. This is Tarantis, the Jewel of the South... not the battlegrounds of Nyrae." Darius grit his teeth slightly, lowering himself back into a reclined position as a sign of defeat. "There is a grave matter that has come to the attention of the Order, based on a message sent out to the Guilds. The army is recruiting those with special skills. Grandmaster Veranis believes that it would be advantageous to mobilize roaming members of the Order to aid the army in an auxiliary capacity. It is his opinion that the act of insurrection is a cause worthy of retribution... and..."

Darius practically rolled his eyes. He knew what was coming. "And Grandmaster Veranis wants us to aid the army of Kron-Nesis in an unofficial capacity to aid in the war effort."

Judge Kalon gave a slight nod, scratching the beard upon his chin before continuing. "...Officially, no request was made. But Grandmaster Veranis has made it clear he would prefer your services to be used in the war... but that such actions are not the command of the Order at large. The only actions permitted by the Order would be to ensure that Justice is upheld in war, and to protect the dignity and justice of prisoners. Though the Order would not reprimand you if more direct action was taken in the conflict."

Cressida looked like she was practically going to burst before finally interjecting, her voice slightly louder than she intended. "That is against the vows taken by the Order! We are to remain impartial observers, doing any more would violate everything the Order of Justice stands for! How could the Grandmaster-"

The slap rang out the sitting room. Darius had jumped to his feet with incredible speed, and swung the back of his gloved hand into the cheek of Cressida before she could register what had happened. She raised a hand to meet the mark of impact, her eyes raising to meet Darius' glare. They simply stared into each others' eyes for a moment, and then Cressida silently rose to her feet and left the sitting room, nearly knocking over the Butler as he carried a tray with three goblets into the room. Darius quietly sat down once again, beckoning the Butler over to give him some wine. The Judge himself took some wine, seeming unaffected by the incident. After another moment of silence, Darius bowed his head slightly. "I apologize for the insolence of Cressida. She is young and idealistic, but she will comply with the request of Grandmaster Veranis. As will I, though I suspect that no other members of the Order are being sent. At least, none that are in good standing. Veranis is hoping I die in the war."

"I don't doubt it, Darius. I wish I didn't have to do this, but you’re welcome to stay here for now. I even have an assignment for you if you please, though it is below your level of abilities.”

Darius gave a nod in acceptance, his palm opening up for an outward swing as he awaited the details. ”Arson at a home in the city. Reports of someone running from the scene. No severe punishment is warranted, and the officials here want to know for certain it was deliberate arson instead of a freak of nature. A simple fine should be taken.”

Darius rose without a word, making his way towards the exit. It was a menial assignment, but work was work. And right now, he needed something to keep himself occupied.

Avatar: Out of the Ashes 🔥

Excited to see an RP like this out here. I’ll get a CS up this weekend when I get a few minutes to actually write it all down.

The Marauders (2018)

To the surprise of all, I am keeping an eye on here still. Been incredibly busy with other RPs, so haven’t posted with the Demolitions Expert in a LONG time. Kinda keeping him as a side character here since it’s been slow. I’ll be more available around Thanksgiving, if things are going to pick up again.

X-Men: The New Era

@Almalthia Just a basic explanation of the developments during Time Skip.

Nik's Development

Whom did you forge a deeper bond with? Nik has been relatively anti-social, melding into the background as he desperately focused on his classes. Despite this, he has grown closer to his roommate Drake. Living together has been an interesting experience, and Drake has been the only person Nik has been able to confide in about everything. His efforts have been mostly focused on growing closer to Una over the past month. He's spent a significant amount of time near her and helping her discover the boundaries of her powers, while also spending the time getting to know her as a person.

Did your powers grow? How? Nik's power set hasn't expanded, nor have his powers increased by much. He has been learning how to maximize his energy output so he doesn't suffer burnout as quickly in a stressful situation. To counteract his lack of power-expansion, Nik has focused on physical exercise. His primary means of training have been in cardio, weight lifting, and free-running.

Did you have problems with other students? Nik has been a pain in Nathan's side for the past month. Nik's increasing time spent with Una has made it clear that the relationship between the two is antagonistic at best. This isn't to say that he hates Nathan, but he doesn't trust the opposing suitor and believes him to be too weak to stand alongside him.

Everyone had weekly sessions in the Danger Room under the guidance of the staff. Which grew a bit over the month. Nik's sessions have been the primary method Nik has expanded his powers. He's always nervous blowing shit up in public for fear of property damage to the campus (and potential expulsion), so having a room in which he can go wild is incredibly beneficial. That being said, Nik pushes himself to his very limit in every session, and often leaves the Danger Room unconscious every time from expending all of his energy.