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Born too late to explore the world; born too early to explore the galaxy.
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Valence waited, gently digging his feet in as Elise crossed the distance, raising her sword with a cry. She had good reflexes- Vale trained its people well, as per usual. He pushed the respect out of mind- he was required. Delphyne didn't intervene, but the two-legged winged beast leaned out of its perch, taking a couple steps forward, to dip her head into the lip, watching Elise.

"A new Empire threatens everyone in the South. My people will be subject to their conquerers soon if I do not have reinforcements, and the Vale is the only people close enough with the available, unused manpower. My people will be murdered while defending at or cowering in their homes, because there was no one to come to our aid."

He seemed to freeze, just a moment, as her blade started to come down, and then he jerked himself to the left, bringing up his right-hand shield just in case. The sword flared against the magical barrier, but it was a glancing blow- he hardly felt the drain as a result. She was fast, but that was a little predictable. She should've feinted, or somesuch. All she had was that blade- if he knocked that blade away, she would be next to defenseless. Knives wouldn't be enough to take him down.

However, she just rushed straight towards him, while he was standing on ice. He found snow with his left-hand foot, and his slide ended abruptly. Taking advantage of the unbalance from rushing forward with such a strike, onto ice, he lashed out with his right foot, aiming to kick the side of her knee, hopefully to bring her crashing down.
The Warlock Warrior



Valence Valentine of Valryk had been watching her for some time, yes. She was quite intelligent, this one, she saw everything for what it was. A shame, though, that she knew the illusion for what it was. It would've been disappointing, if she had believed the illusion of himself to be real, but still- it would've been easier for everyone for her to have fallen into the trap.

He stood, from a ledge overlooking the cave- halfway up the walls and out of the light's reach, and even the fractured, reflected light didn't land here. He didn't need that much light to see, with Delphyne, his Wyvern, sitting behind him. He could see through her eyes, and her eyes saw much, much better than his. He had to step carefully- mithril boots had a tendency to ring rather beautifully if it hit something solid too hard, especially ice or metal.

Delphyne involuntarily growled, an instinctual response at the sight of someone threatening her bonded. Valentine raised his hand, shushing her, but he didn't mind it- it made for a dramatic entrance.

"Hush, now, Delphyne. We have a guest."

He sighed, and pulled the gloves off both of his hands, shoving them into a pocket. The cold bit into his hands a bit more than before, but was nonetheless harmless for a few hours. The benefits of the gloves versus bare hand and rune always favored his bare hands- he needed access to the power he had.

"Welcome, Princess Elise," he greeted, his voice tugging with weariness at the mere thought of why she was here. "I am truly sorry for the circumstances as to why we have met. I would have liked to think that, under more favorable circumstances, we could have been friends, or allies, at the least. Your mother was- is- an unfortunate necessary. Evil, nonetheless. And now you are here, undoubtedly to leave with me dead, or not at all."

He took a step off the edge of his little alcove, and slid down the slope to the ice shelf that Princess Elise was standing on, not more than twenty or thirty feet away- and now in the light.

"Well, I suppose I shan't disappoint," he stated, staring at Elise with a certain sadness. "I have my people to save, and you have your Queen to avenge."

He drew one of his throwing axes, and clenched his right fist- triggering the rune on the back of his hand, which flared bright blue and formed a transparent blue, shimmering shield three feet in diameter. He dropped into a ready position, Mithril and leather boots gripping, more or less, in the ice. His grip wasn't that great, but he wouldn't let Elise know that.

Staring off the fight, he drew his throwing axe back, and, quick as a whip, slung it end-over-end at Elise, hoping for a quick end- even though he knew otherwise.
@Luminosity
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[hider=So I rewrote my character to fit your CS style]
Valence Seggardson Valentine

Basic Info
Name: Valence Seggardson Valentine
Title: Sir Knight-Warlock of the Valryk
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance

Physical Appearance: A tall but somewhat narrow frame, he is nonetheless intimidating. There is an aura of power that one can feel, especially those that have a sense of magic, whether faint or strong, dormant or trained. Straight but unruly black hair sits atop his head, usually somewhat long and often pulled back into a short ponytail in the midst of combat. Slightly olive complexion; he has spent his fair share of time outside and in the mountains, so he is tanned and a little weathered. Calloused hands give sign to his life being spent at work, whether training or labor. Surprisingly warm and caring eyes sit on a strong face.

Runes are carved into his flesh, often next to ink runes- an 'ink magic' that uses special runes of tattooed ink. Some runes are carved into his chest, biceps, and calves, to promote healing, speed, and the ability to resist mind readers and controllers. Meanwhile, exotic feather-like tattoos around his eyes gives him a bond with his wyvern, allowing him to see what his wyvern sees, and communicate indirectly with her. Another ink rune wraps around his throat, granting him the ability to breathe underwater.

Clothing/Armor: Valence is almost never seen out of his armor, as seen in the appearance photo. He wears a set of what would be medium mithril plate, lined with enchanted silver-gold alloy. The design of the armor is less for pure functionality, partial aesthetic, and mainly for the use of replacement. The armor is designed to be taken apart easier than some others, so that pieces can be replaced or repaired with ease. The use of mithril makes the armor exceptionally light for its mass, and even stronger and more protective than the best steel you can find.

There is no helmet accompanying the armor- it was never made. Rather, there is a somewhat tight collar that has runes inscribed along it, embedded around a ruby, emerald, or sapphire gem. These gems store energy, and the runes use the stored energy to protect the wearer's head much the same as a helmet.

That being said, the armor does not have full coverage in the first place. While his upper torso is almost entirely covered, as are his upper and lower arms, the back of his legs, his elbows, and his upper legs are entirely devoid of mithril or silver. Rather, the leather (lined on the inside with moleskin) leggings and tunic that goes with the armor (and the armor attaches to) provides light protection and decency.

If unenchanted, the armor would provide superb protection with superb maneuverability- but a skilled swordsman could still defeat it due to its chinks.


Combat/Magic
Enchantments: The armor is covered in enchantments. Enchantments draw first on any gems embedded in the collar, chest, or belt, and then on the mana of the wearer, and should those two be depleted, the life force of the wearer- which will age and eventually kill him or her. General warding enchantments provide a last-resort defense should the more specific runes over them are overwhelmed- runes designed specifically to absorb raw energy blasts and channel them into the gems, runes designed to curve fire away from the wearer, runes designed to protect the armor from rust, rock, spear, sword, arrow, or even airborne toxins and poisons. Enchantments on the arms provide a small boost to speed and strength; enchantments on the legs provide the same.

Next is the skin layer of runes. Using both normal runes carved into his flesh- on his chest, biceps, and hands- and ink magic tattooed around his eyes- exotic feathers that are actually long scales, for his bond with his Wyvern-, throat- for breathing underwater and neutralizing poisons- and others around his biceps, lower arms, and calves for various smaller boosts, all at the cost of mana.

Magic: Valentine was born with a gift- a massive reserve of mana. Like a notable amount of his people, he was also born with the ability to manipulate life forces- most people have such a small control that they don't even notice it, and are simply known to affect those around them more than others, hurting more, comforting more, inspiring more. Valentine had the mana and the potential that he was sought out before he was even five, and taken in by the Valryk Royal Family to be trained and guided.

This quickly led to a specialization, when one the youngest daughter of the Royal Family fell from a tree she was climbing, and broke her neck. As a young boy, he wept and grieved over her, and poured his heart out to her before anyone even knew anything had happened. And, quite by accident, he healed her broken neck, and brought her back from the dead. They kept it very, very secret- only a few people could tell what he did, and why the youngest daughter is much paler than the rest of her family, and also very much attached to Valentine- to the point that he is distantly aware of her at all times, and vice versa.

Being a necromancer was dangerous- no one liked someone who might be able to converse with the dead, after all.

Even though that is what he is- a necromancer, a massive reservoir, and a very skilled runemaker.

Carved runes on the palm of his right hand allows him to fire lightning; a carved rune on the back of his left hand gives him a stronger grip. A rune of a dragon twisting around his right index finger gives him the ability to create a stream of fire; another rune on the back of his right hand creates a slightly blue, slightly shivering shield of magic, when his fist is clenched.

All his runes are regenerative- they will not break and stop working, and they are powerful enough, but if you hit enough times in succession, then you'll break through, regardless of how much power they have behind them. They need some time to regenerate.

Combat: Just like his magic, he was trained from a very young age. He wasn't a natural at swordsmanship- but he was a natural at adapting. He is definitely skilled in the way of the sword, he knows how to throw a knife with enough accuracy to make runners think twice, and he's taken a definite liking to throwing axes.


Personality
Determined and dedicated, most of all. He has all the tools he needs to wreak havoc anywhere, anyplace, but his people need him to get him more people to hold a line, not strike deep. So instead of attacking his enemy, the Southern Empire, he's focused on making one man change his mind- the King of the Vale. He believes in doing whatever is necessary, even if it makes him a monster in the process. He will not do something very dishonorable, and he has his morals- but his morals and honor go only so far, when his people are dying every day.

He's strong and will carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, if he feels he must, and the way he walks, you'd think he already does. He sees a good and a bad in every action, every item, every person, and knows that things are not so black and white as a child might think. He knows what might be bad for one is for the good for another.

More than all of this, he's a believer. He truly believes that by forcing the King to help his people- regardless of how brutally he does it, and due to his lack of time and the Vale's longwithstanding neutrality- he can save his people, and therefore, save his world. And once his world is safe, then he can strike and wreak havoc on his enemies at the very heart.

But below all of this determination and love for his people, he is very, very alone, and he is well aware that his life may never be his own. He is plagued by a constant weariness in his free time, knowing that he is making a monster of himself, and knowing that he is quite alone. Too many people were forced into giving him the runes he now has, and too many people are now permanently 'silenced' to keep the extent of his abilities secret. By the end of his life, too many people will have died; already, he knows he has the blood of hundreds on his hands. Hundreds of very innocent people. But there is no room for such sadness, so he pushes it aside and keeps going. He fears stopping or caring- people will use anyone he cares about against him, and if he stops, he may never get going again.
@Willy Vereb

Let's just say that the Storm Carapaces picked up a probe from forever ago and has music influenced from the old stuff on that thing, and learned English because of it.
@Keyguyperson
What if your Abh ship goes to the same place that my QRTF and @Willy Vereb's ship is.

That way the Enterprise can be like "HOLY SHEEEET TWO ALIENS!" and you're over here "I'm outta gas guiz" and I'm just "what the f*ck"
System Raudona Saulė (Red Star), Local Traffic Command & Control (LTCC) Station SCS-OS49-S122

“Routine Systems Scan initiating, sir…” declared a Storm, sitting in the dim bridge of a small station orbiting the larger of the two terraformed and developed planets, out of the five total, in the system.
“You don’t have to tell us every time, Lieutenant,” replied the Commander of the station- commonly known as the Overwatch, due to his position and duties.
“Yes sir. Sorry sir. Routine Systems Scan complete, sir.” The Lieutenant Storm Carapace never liked quietly forgoing protocol in favor of ease and convenience.
“Yes, Lieutenant, we get it.” The Overwatch never liked anyone who was such a stikler for protocol, when it never mattered way out here in the black. They were on duty for five hours, then off for five, then had another five hour shift, and then they were returned to the orbital city-station where they lived for twenty hours. They had a routine scan ever ten minutes- at this point, halfway through the shift, as he always is, he was sick and tired of the one other Storm in the room.
“Sir, there’s-“ The Lieutenant was abruptly cut off.
We get it, Lieutenant. We repeat this conversation-“ Then the Overwatch was abruptly cut off.
Sir, there is an amber alert for an imminent unscheduled FTL arrival. It matches no known signature and the power curves are unlike anything we’ve ever seen, whether friendly, hostile, or otherwise. Sir.” The Lieutenant made sure to add that “sir”- the Overwatch didn’t particularly care, but he knew that there were always logs of everything, and he didn’t want to be marked as a possible rebel. The System was anal about that- they didn’t make people disappear, but they were always watching.
“As in a really powerful ship?” The Overwatch didn’t really understand what was going on, of course. Even less so than the Lieutenant.
“Not at all. It matches a cruiser’s power curves, somewhat. They’re just… different, sir.” And they were- these seemed to be more consistent, like a steady stream of energy. Storm FTL drives are more like constant pulses, enough to seem consistent, but shows up on the graphs to be spiking all the time. More efficient, if he recalled correctly.
“Very well, alert the Local Quick Response Task Force.” Then he realized that it was his job, not his only underling’s, and sighed. He hated dealing with other Storms- most of all the ones that had more power than him.

System Raudona Saulė (Red Star), Local Quick Response Task Force (QRTF)

A small fleet of three destroyers, one missile cruiser, one dronecarrier, and a commanding heavy cruiser received the summons. As the unknown “amber” spaceship warped its way into the system, coming back to realspace, the small defense fleet- guarding this system, and the three neighboring ones. Between the seven ships, they guarded a total of four habitable planets- two of them in this system, with a major population and industry center- and over three dozen mining operations, with maybe half a dozen military or scientific outposts or stations between the systems.
The unknown ship was probably just scanning the system as the LQRTF fleet turned towards it, slowly coming to Battle Stations, as per protocol when dealing with an unknown contact. Thrusters lit up, tiny unseen pinpricks in the void, from the fleet’s ‘dark’ position halfway between the two neighboring habitable planets. The droneship’s bays released their security clamps, and the doors drifted open, ready to deploy a swarm.
Not even an hour after the ship was detected- maybe forty-five minutes prior to it actually arriving- the LQRTF was entering extreme combat range. It was then that the ship beamed communications in every known language:

Contacting Amber Starship, repeat, Contacting Amber Starship.

Identify and stand down; decrease power curves and thrusters. Repeat, Identify and stand down, decrease power curves and thrusters.

You are illegally trespassing into Storm Carapace System Space, repeat, you are illegally trespassing into Storm Carapace System Space.

You are required to identify and stand down, or an incident will occur. Repeat, you are required to identify and stand down, or an incident will occur.

Respond to this message reasonably and appropriately, or you will be fired upon. End message.


The heavy cruiser’s missile tubes prepped, their hatches opening in preparation to launch a salvo. Likewise, the heavy cruiser and its missile cruiser companion lit up the Enterprise with active targeting- and no doubt would their bridge be alerting them that the ships are very obviously targeting them, and locking on missiles.

Meanwhile, the three destroyers started flanking, edging around their extreme combat range.

The heavy cruiser, in addition to active targeting, brought up optics- after much zooming and the on-board targeting system adjusting the aim of it, the Storm Fleet commander- however small his fleet may be- got his first look at an alien vessel. Most Storms had limited contact with aliens- but this deep into Storm territory, it was rare to see an alien ship, and some had never seen any.

The Storm commander was also well-versed in alien languages, despite never seeing any of them. Before the computer could announce it, he translated the name of the ship to the rest of the bridge crew- “Enterprise. English letters- human. Why would the humans be so deep into our space?”
I'm halfway done with my post right now, @Willy Vereb
@Dirty Pretty Lies
Pretty, indeed.

@Qwerty
That is because the bah-bee is staring into your soul, and knows.
<Snipped quote by Altered Tundra>

;D



BEARD.



BABY.

Babies are creeeeepy. They stare into my soul :c
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