Kristopher stood mostly apart from the group, a black statue lingering quietly near the heated crowd. He wore all black from his shoes to his leather gloves, from his coat which waved elegantly in the breeze to the brimmed hat atop his head. Even the smoky quartz sunglasses he wore were pure black. Paying no real mind to the other Naturals or the Outlanders or the sheep or the ducks or the fucking flies that those people truly were, the ancient Ascended watched. He watched, waited. Naturals or Outlanders… Their arguments were adorable. Who really cared what the Outlanders thought of the Naturals, or vice-versa? Neither was superior, and neither would ever be more than insects in the ancient man’s dark eyes. Besides, this day shouldn’t be filled with bickering, but rejoicing! Today, they just might finally be rid of the creature that plagued their lands. Today, they just might complete the first step to gaining their freedom. Some of the Naturals seemed to fear freedom. Pity that. Freedom, since being trapped in the godsforsaken cave underground, was all Kristopher wanted. Freedom for himself, for those who had risen above the others like he had…and for his Light Mother… For the Voice to be free and spread the gift she had once upon a time granted to him. Four champions fought to slay the beast that held the secret to their freedom. Should the beast fall, that secret was that much closer to being theirs. The dawn of a new time was upon them, and Kristopher stood exactly where he was, the smallest grin upon his lips as he watched the birth. KRISTOPHER I may be heartless,
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Craftsman / Artist
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03-13-2019, 09:02 PM
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 74 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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Leatherworker
Age: 36 | Height: 175cm / 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 17 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 8 - Int:
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03-14-2019, 07:08 PM
RORY It seemed his target was ill-chosen, if you disregarded the fact that she'd been perfect for igniting this whole wildfire raging around them. Because this one, it bit right back.Her eyes were like ice. Her voice a steady, sharp thing, cutting through the din and chaos Rory had unwittingly helped unleash. It made the breath catch in his chest, made the air coming past his lips feel frozen. It wasn't like she was some gods-sent voice of reason, but it was the way she packaged it: sharp sharp sharp Because what she was saying wasn't very revolutionary; Rory wasn't delusional enough to think dozens of people from places he couldn't even wrap his head around stood waiting for portals, chanting hymns and prayers for the chance to destroy the Caido he had known his entire life. If anything, the countless prayers of Naturals who wanted prosperity and answers were probably more to blame than the Outlanders themselves. Rory was guilty of these dreams, too. But there it was again, the words nestled in among others, hitting that old, old bruise again: We’re trying to better it. He had tried to shake off the feeling of their existence having been weighed and measured and found wanting; he had really, really tried to convince himself that the judging stares and the desire to be out of here was all in his paranoid, anxious head, and not the truth. Yet there it was again. They were trying to better it, implying that it wasn't good enough, that whatever far-away worlds they came from had higher standards, better everything, and Caido, Caido was just plain lacking. Why couldn't it be good enough? Why couldn't it be good enough for them, too? In that moment, he looked more hurt than angry. Then she said what could only mean that she had been the one to let him and Jigano into the Temple during Long Night. Part of him was grateful—how couldn't he be?—and part of him thought it was a really, really shitty way to excuse herself. "You should've let me die," he ended up growling to her as he left most of the others behind, hearing Deimos's gentle questions again, his attempts to guide them all back to a saner, more productive mindset. Rory wondered if it wasn't too late for that. Or too early. And he didn't know what to make of it, with it, just married it to his guilt and set it aside in a box labeled for later introspection. And through it all—through his blind anger, his bitter, still-vexed regret, the cooling of guilt— Yet there they were, aside from the others, Jigano's darker knuckles brushing against the back of Rory's hand as he asked if he could stay. In a way, it felt like there was more to the question than just this moment, an echo of the time Rory had expressed his desire for many more days of helping Isuma 'fly'. He reached for Jigano's hand, to clasp it gently with warm, still-trembling fingers, to turn it palm up and restlessly trace the lines there with a fingertip. "Of course," he said quietly, wanting to ask why he had followed, why he wanted to stay, if he thought Rory lesser for his outburst. But he said none of those things. They were not what mattered now. Instead, he raised his gaze from Jigano's hand, to watch the struggle near the Spire. And it was nothing like it'd been before. There was so much raw potential, gifts and magic: never before had the stories spoken of the Gods bequeathing so many with tidbits and items, weapons and armor. As he watched he couldn't help but wonder, why them? why now? He had never seen the ancient guardian trapped; caged; struggling. He had never seen it so .. uninspired, so mortal. "Why isn't it fighting back..?" he asked softly, but he did not expect Jigano to have an answer. Rory stands to the side with Jigano, a ways away from the main group as if you were on fire from within, the moon lives in the lining of your skin. Spooky Rags
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03-14-2019, 10:27 PM
Medic / Alchemist
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03-15-2019, 12:13 AM
the Sage
Provost of the Loreseekers ✓ Soul Shepherd ✓
Portal Guardian Age: 36 | Height: 6'2" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 12 - Strg: 30 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 38 - Luck: 42 - Int: ISUMA - Mythical - Griffin (Venomous)
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You should've let me die. Jigano’s blood ran cold in that moment, feeling the sharp bite of fear in remembering how close Rory had come to dying. And if they hadn’t been let in it might have been all three of them dead and gone by the time morning’s light returned to the world – bard, gryphon, and hunter alike. He gave
Couldn’t… and wouldn’t. Wouldn’t want to. Rory had held up a light for him when he had thought he had consigned himself to shadow, and shown him a way past the rocky shoals of night to a kinder shore. He wouldn’t leave his friend to face his own storm alone, not unless his presence did more harm than good. He gave Deimos a quiet nod of support over his shoulder as he headed away, impressed by the big man’s calm and persistently quiet rationality he tried to exert on the incensed gathering. Jigano wished him the best of luck, but for once he chose the selfish path, the desire to help the one instead of the many. He had locked away his heart before, in the name of the ‘greater good’ and taken on a burden he had stumbled under, alone. This time… would be different. He was different. Few things could prove that more than the silent brush of skin to skin, or the way his twisting stomach began to calm when There were people fighting for their lives and the freedom of an entire community – whether those people wanted it or not – below them. It was the first time he had seen the demon in the flesh, but he had read up on it and in truth it was going too well. Too easily. Remi’s trap of earth left an echo of 108’s words in Jigano’s memory, and he combined it with the assassin’s lightning like they had practiced it a dozen times. A perfect cage, a flurry of fire… ”It’s trying to, but…” he started to answer, a frown furrowing his own brow, but Remi’s uncharacteristic clumsiness cost the young man skin and the grace of his wings, and Jigano bit back a curse before he saw the alchemist rise with a new weapon in hand. He didn’t even get the chance to relax before the victory, nearly assured a moment ago, turned suddenly to panic. Ronin was down, his blood watering the spring-damp earth, and his fellow warriors reacted as individuals rather than a unit. The bard hissed, his fingers curling suddenly around Rory’s as he fought the urge to fling himself across the sky on white wings and provide aerial support. It wasn’t as though he could do anything else, his powers lost and useless as he had now become— Isuma Reep!ed softly, talons digging through the padding on his shoulder to reclaim his attention, and he jerked his head in the direction her fascinated yellow gaze had fixed, where Ludo embraced Maea and taunted Kalt. Seeing the god present and entertained did nothing to reassure the bard, and he turned his eyes immediately back to the fight, leaving Isuma to watch the masked rags with kittenish curiosity. ”There will be plenty of work for the healers after this,” he murmured to his friend, a grim sort of optimism in the statement that it would be healers they would need, and not undertakers.
Leatherworker
Age: 36 | Height: 175cm / 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 17 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 8 - Int:
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03-15-2019, 10:04 AM
RORY What played out before them—the struggle between hopeful, ambitious mortals and the ever-present guardian of (presumably) their 'freedom'—was the reason Rory had grown up to be the distanced creature he had become. He had loved easily and freely as a child, had been part of his little pack, sought friendship, warmth, among the other young outcasts in Caido society. Rory hadn't been particularly brave, but quirky and loyal.But one by one, they had died, disappeared, or lost touch when they delved into relationships, businesses, and families. And at the end of a summer nearly a decade ago, Evie Wordsworth had been taken from him: not by death, not by other obligations, but by her parents, who deemed her happiness less important than making a match as befitting of her stature. Or something like that. He had touched many since, and been touched by many. He'd had the occasional round of beer with acquaintances at the Rathskeller. He'd gone hunting with other trappers, chatted easily with the tanner, with his customers. But he had still had his sister. Until he didn't have her anymore, either, and the loneliness drove him right back into the waiting arms of friendships. Dangerous, dangerous things; he knew how they ended, his eyes narrowed as he watched the trapped demon. Loss. Heartache. Your lifetime stretching before you, vast and empty and lonesome as it curved away beyond the horizon. Yet there he was, watching as Remi fumbled, how it all went to shit, as it always did. The demon was out, behind Ronin, who fell, but wasn't defeated. Jigano's fingers curled around his. Rory wrapped his other hand around them, giving them a light squeeze. There was nothing they could do, without dying too. He had tried to warn them, to tell them to wait, to.. maybe just accept being here... But they were watering the ground with more blood. Rory had seen it before; Jigano likely hadn't. It was horrible, every time, but none quite as shocking as the first. "Or none at all," he replied sadly, too much of a realist; he tried to be gentle, but he was still grumpy, and only vaguely aware of Ludo settling like a glorified scarf around Maea's shoulders. He had never known the god to take an interest in the battles against the demon before. So, indeed: why now? as if you were on fire from within, the moon lives in the lining of your skin. Age: 28 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 2 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 11 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 10 - Int:
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03-15-2019, 12:39 PM
Book maker/seller✓
Age: 35 | Height: 5' 5" | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 10 - Strg: 28 - Dext: 25 - Endr: 27 - Luck: 25 - Int: 1 MIA - Regular - Ragdoll Cat
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03-15-2019, 03:52 PM
Spooky Rags
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03-15-2019, 08:51 PM
Book maker/seller✓
Age: 35 | Height: 5' 5" | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 10 - Strg: 28 - Dext: 25 - Endr: 27 - Luck: 25 - Int: 1 MIA - Regular - Ragdoll Cat
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the Rapacious
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