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Haviah / Re: Studying a Student {Private: Arany}
« on: October 18, 2017, 02:16:02 pm »
Gwyn observed Priya's mannerisms, gathering as much information as she could about the young Pilot. She shook her head with a slight shrug. "I wouldn't know, in all honesty," she said. "He's a secretive man, always obsessed with work. I'm kind of the opposite."

It was obvious that Priya wanted to explore, but she was doing the smart thing in keeping her hands to herself. If she didn't know what she was doing, it could be dangerous. Gwyn smirked, placing her hands on the wall.

"It's safe," she said. "Promise. It's built not to hold onto electric charge, or I would have short circuited the entire Citadel. Here... Before you learn anything, you have to learn not to be afraid of your gift." Gwyn turned off all the lights but one, which formed almost a spotlight in the middle of the room. She stood against the wall in the changed room, while Priya remained where she wall near the opposite wall. "Do not close your eyes."

The Pilot Royal put her hand out in front of her. The stream of light bounced off the walls and the ceiling and the floor in more directions faster than the naked eye could see. Gwyn moved her hand only a split second before each direction change. She used her other hand to cut the light beam to go in two different directions. She forced the light back together, reflecting off of the ceiling and down onto Priya like a spotlight.

Gwyn stepped forward with a smile, walking through the maze-light design. "If you're afraid of controlling your gift, your gift will always control you. Show me what you can do."

We advanced at the rate we did because we understood each other, Ven said. My other Pilots were arrogant and believed they could have a life separate from me with secrets. Gwyndolenn wants me to be part of her life. He smiled softly. You advance through partnership, rather than one trying to take control of the other. I let Gwyn have her own life with her own business because she would happily include me if I asked.

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The Citadel / Tech Obsessed (Solo)
« on: October 17, 2017, 04:31:24 pm »
The door slid open, and Kole leapt up from his desk, lines from the desk imprinted on his left cheek. His normally narrow eyes went wide, revealing the entirety of their crimson color. He had dark rings around his eyes, and his green hair was a complete mess. He stood unsteadily, as though the slightest tap could make the man crumble. His pants were undone, he only wore one sock, and he had no shirt on. Needless to say, Kole was not exactly expecting company.

"How'd you get in here?" He asked, his voice gruff from the short nap he had taken. "The door was locked."

The girl put her hand on her hip, looking him up and down. "Looking good, Kole," Gwyn said, nodding with her lips pursed. "You gave me the code, remember?"

He ran his hand over his hair, doing nothing to improve his appearance. "Oh, right. Right, I forgot about that." Kole disappeared into his bedroom, remerging a few minutes later with a long robe to cover his mechanical right arm.

"Did you also forget you were supposed to meet me at my apartment twenty minutes ago?"

"Gwyn, you're starting to sound like my boss."

She rolled her eyes. "It's horrible in here," Gwyn said. "How can you even see?"

The apartment was insanely dark. The curtains were closed, the lights were all turned off, and glow from the computer screen did nothing to illuminate the room. She turned on a light, and he squinted. "Why?"

"Because light is good."

"Coming from an illumnokinetic, that means nothing." He yawned. Gwyn scoffed at him and walked over to his curtains. "No, no, no, wait!"

She opened the curtains to let the daylight in, but found something much more interesting. The entire window was covered in equations and quick drawings on little note papers or just written directly on the window in dry erase marker. Gwyn looked at the squinting man with wide eyes. "Kole, what the hell?" She couldn't think of anything else to say.

He shrugged. "You know my deal," he said, closing the curtains. "I obsess. You knew this when we started."

"This is a bit more than an obsession..."

"I don't criticize your quirks," he said. She only had to look at him for him to take it back. "I'll be at your place in fifteen."

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Haviah / Re: Studying a Student {Private: Arany}
« on: October 17, 2017, 03:48:00 pm »
"You bet," Gwyn said with a smile. "Well, for the most part." Despite her desire to be humble, the Elf Pilot really just couldn't help that she thought she was pretty cool. "I designed the whole thing, but it took my own skill and the help of another Pilot - my electrogenetic friend - and Ven. He felt it was a bit of a demeaning job for him, but he secretly enjoyed it."

Gwyn loved ripping on her dragon partner, mostly because she knew he could tap into her thoughts whenever he wanted. They constantly mocked each other, but anyone who knew them knew that they were more than close.

The young Pilot's reaction was expected. It was entertaining, but expected. Gwyn was proud to say that she owned the only apartment in the Citadel like that for the sole reason of practicing the uncontrollable psionic abilities in a safe place. She didn't think Priya was just going to shrug it off.

"Yeah, my electrogenesis friend is the reason I designed this. It's a powerful ability, so he wouldn't let me study it without a safe place to do so. He doesn't let anyone know that he has electrogenesis because he doesn't want the attention, so you can't go around announcing that I know someone like that."

Vendremdirr flicked his mechanical tail, loosening the joints. If they were kept still for too much time, the joints locked, something that could be easily fixed if he would let someone take a look. He chuckled, shaking his head at his own memories. Gwyn was a piece of work in the Candidate Program, though he was really the only one who knew.

Officially, we have been bonded for eighteen years, but we have known each other for about twenty. I knew of her before she knew of me. The psionic our Pilots share intrigued me, so I observed her through the Network. When she entered the fifth stage, she found me, and we chose each other.

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Haviah / Re: Studying a Student {Private: Arany}
« on: October 14, 2017, 12:47:21 pm »
"It's not an easy thing to do," Gwyn said with a shrug. "But it's why I do what I do."

If that wasn't the understatement of the century! The Elf took out her hair, which fell below her shoulders when loose. She knew that it technically wasn't allowed, but given her rank and reputation, most people turned a blind eye. Not to mention, she was off-duty. On-duty, her entire personality shifted, as well as her hairstyle.

They made their way through the building towards Gwyn's apartment. Before getting started, Gwyn wanted to show Priya how the home turned into a laboratory. "I'm less science, more research," she said. "To be honest, science bores the crap out of me. I like studying the different psionic gifts, especially the rare ones. Illumnokinesis is obviously my favorite, but I have a friend who lets me study his electrogenesis. You might get to meet him someday."

Walking into her apartment, Gwyn placed her helmet in her shockingly shallow closet. The apartment was extremely under-decorated for how much space there was, only the necessities visible to the eye. This was probably surprising considering Pilot Royals were paid better than the rest. Every wall was painted a pale green, and there were absolutely no windows at all.

The living room contained a small television mounted on the wall, a thin couch with no removable cushions secured to the floor, a desk seemingly lifted a few inches from the ground and secured to the wall, and a chair that lacked legs attached to the desk. There was no dining room. The bathroom was a toilet, bath tub, and sink with no mirror. The kitchen had a mini fridge, stove, three cabinets, and a sink. The bedroom only had a cot that could have folded up against the wall, a bookcase full of books about Aedolis, a dresser, and a mirror.

Gwyn smiled, walking out of the apartment and looking at Priya. She glanced around the hall to make sure no one was there, then double-tapped the left side of the wall near her door. The walls and floors started to fold in on themselves, tucking into hidden compartments on either side. The entire apartment turned into a black laboratory with lights in the ceiling.

"This was a few years in the making," she said, glancing around again. "Look." Gwyn waved her hand over the spot on the wall she had tapped. The illusion vanished to reveal a glowing hexagon. She waved her hand over it again, and the shape seemed to vanish. "Just a little light manipulation to keep this a secret. It's not a big deal, but I wouldn't want my apartment flooded with people. Come on." She stepped inside and closed the door.

Meanwhile, Vendremdirr sat with Naja where he had landed. Priya is a good girl, he said to the other dragon. She has potential. What brought you together?

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Ships and Factions / Re: Ship subforum sign-ups!
« on: October 11, 2017, 07:57:48 pm »
Ship Name: Liberator

Link to ship

Description: The Liberator is a large vessel built primarily for exploration and speed, though it could definitely put up a good fight. The ship is under the command of Pirate Captain Maxine DeVoe, a young Libran pilot turned pirate. It is a place for like-minded people to come for freedom, anonymity, and adventure. Just be careful not to anger the Captain!

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Haviah / Re: Studying a Student {Private: Arany}
« on: October 11, 2017, 06:39:40 pm »
Gwyn smirked at the girl's change in demeanor. It was good. If she was taking the advice in private, she would more than likely do so in public. When Priya said that wanted to excel, Gwyn felt her heart quicken. Gwyn was relatively new to the Pilot Royal title, even though she wore it like she had been born with it, so the excitement and determination Priya was showing over raising her status was still fresh in the Elf's mind.

"I like your confidence," Gwyn said. It was a strange thing to compliment, considering she had just criticized Priya's lack of authority. "You're determined, but humble. Good. Don't lose that."

Watching other Pilots rise through the ranks had shown Gwyn too many times how genuinely kind people could lose their compassion and humility simply because of the new authority they were given. It was what made her so determined to hold onto her playful spirit and humble view.

"How I climbed the ranks?" Gwyn said, a slight shocked tone in her voice. "Okay, kid. Walk with me. I'll tell you a little story." She started walking off the aerie, back towards the Pilots' apartments. Ven would be fine on his own until their shift started.

"By the time I was sixteen, I wanted out of the Candidate Program more than I wanted to be a Pilot. I was lucky, because the first day of my training in Stage 5, we went to meet the dragons. I saw Vendremdirr, and he saw me. There was an instant connection and it only grew stronger each time we saw each other. It was obvious to everyone that he had chosen me, but I had to wait until I was eighteen to officially graduate.

"Once that happened, my new goal was excel. Plain and simple. I wanted people to know my name. The fact that I have a rare psionic helped in that aspect. As a whole, we know very little about illumnokinesis, which is the exact reason I became a researcher. What better way is there to study something than to actually be able to do it? My data collection is actually what helped me to improve my abilities. Every time I pushed myself, I learned something new. Then, I learned how to control it. It's a chain reaction, really. Desire to learn leads to experimentation; experimentation leads to control; control leads to skill; skill leads to mastery; mastery leads to advancement.

"In order to master your ability, you can't be afraid of pushing it too far. Hell, when I was testing my limits when it comes to manipulating color, I actually damaged one of my best friend's sight. He was helping me with the experiment, and now he's completely colorblind. When it comes to experimenting, I've turned my home into a safe place. If you ever need somewhere to practice without risk of messing someone up permanently, come to me, and I'll help you hone your skill. If you dedicate yourself, you'll be awesome."

She meant it. All it took to excel in illumnokinesis was a lot of persistence and even more screw ups!

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Ships and Factions / SS Liberator - Pirate Ship
« on: October 11, 2017, 02:51:34 pm »
Name of the Ship: S.S. Liberator

__________GENERAL DESCRIPTION
SHIP PICTURE
credit: zackviolaart on Tumblr

__________USAGE
Role(s): Pirate vessel; Transporter; Warship (if necessary)

Affiliation: None!

__________OBJECTIVES/GOALS
A way to escape. A life of liberation. Nonstop adventure!

__________MEMBERS/CREW/RANKS
Every rank in yellow requires an application for the post by the player/character. The ranks in red indicate the position is filled and cannot be applied for. Every rank in green is open to all players.
NOTE: Please either PM me or leave a comment on this page for any character you wish to join. This includes the green ranks, so I can add them to the list.

Captain: Maxine DeVoe

Quartermaster (First Mate): *recruiting*
     - One step below Captain, this man/woman would take control over the ship if the Captain could no longer perform his/her duties. He/she is the Captain's right hand, and he/she has the authority to punish subordinates for disobeying his/her commands.

Flight Master: *recruiting*
     - This man/woman is in control of navigation and piloting. Must be skilled in reading navigational equipment. Must have some experience in charting the stars.

Gunner: *recruiting*
    - This man/woman is in charge of everything having to do with the ship's weaponry. He/she is in charge of small groups of people, who make sure the weapons are all properly calibrated and maintained.

Weapons Operators: *recruiting*
     - These individuals take their orders from the Gunner, the Quartermaster, or the Captain. They are in charge of operating the ship's weapons and defense systems.

Boatswains: *recruiting 3 positions*
     - These young men/women are usually between the ages of 15-18, though some exceptions may apply. They are junior officers, who are tasked with supervising all activities on the ship. They report only to the Captain or the Quartermaster.

Doctor: *recruiting*
     - This man/woman is in charge of tending to any and all illnesses or injuries and performing duties which include surgeries. If a patient's life cannot be saved, the Captain only may give the order to terminate life.

Nurses: *recruiting*
     - These individuals are in charge of tending to any minor ailments which don't require the Doctor's attention. They are also required to assist the Doctor whenever necessary.

Engineer: *recruiting*
     - This man/woman is in charge of everything mechanical on the ship. Any issues with the computers, engines, defense, etc. are all run by him/her. This is possibly the most important role on the ship.

Mechanics: *recruiting*
     - These individuals work directly below the head Engineer to tend to the ship's mechanical upkeep.

Crew: *recruiting*

__________ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
The Liberator, once an honest ship, was stolen by an ambitious heart. Captain Maxine DeVoe looks after the ship and her crew like they are her family. The ship sails to the ends of the universe in search of adventure and riches, commonly tethering to a wealthy cruise ship to rob some snobby passengers.

Forever in looking out for the next turn, come live a life of complete liberation and anonymity. Whether you simply want new experiences that have some edge, or you're trying to escape your past, the Liberator and her crew offers a brand new life for anyone and everyone willing to work as a team and listen to the ship's powerful Captain

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Wanderers and Independents / Maxine DeVoe, Pirate Captain
« on: October 10, 2017, 04:00:34 pm »
__________QUICK STATS

Name: Maxine DeVoe (aka Max)

Alias: Victoria Martin

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Height: 5'8"

Ethnicity: Serenian

Occupation: ex-soldier/Pirate

Residence: S.S. Liberator

__________IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description
Max is a slender beauty with fair skin and naturally rosy cheeks. She has completely black hair that is almost always in loose curls which reach the middle of her back. Her bedroom eye shape is complimented by the green color that can pierce your soul. She has long legs with a beach model body, though she cares very little about her natural beauty. She always has her lips painted red, and she has two blue stripes tattooed horizontally on her left cheek, as well as two blue circles tattooed around her left upper arm. Her ears are pierced multiple times, always changing between gems and hoops.

Her clothing reflects the more traditional style that pirates leaned towards, along with a few modifications she added herself. Max wears an off-white shirt that clings to her body with ruffles over her breasts and tank-top sleeves. She has low-rise pants that are skin-tight and a red-brown color. It's clear where they have been worn, but she loves the look of clothing that earned the blemishes. Her brown boots go up to her knees and with scuff marks all over them. The brown jacket she wears fits her body well and falls to her knees. Max wears a red sash around her waist and sometimes adds a matching one in her hair.  The only accessory she wears sentimentally is the sapphire engagement ring from her past love.

She carries more weapons than ashs probably should. She has her pistol secured in its holster around her right thigh, as well as her cutlass in its belt sheath on her left hip. Max has an eight-foot whip on her right hip and a dagger hidden in her right boot.

Personality
Though she once was something of a goody-two-shoes, Max's old friends wouldn't recognize her now. She's a strong woman who knows where she belongs, and she will never take shit from anyone. Not to be confused with someone who won't take criticism, as she is more than willing to listen to the advice of anyone she actually thinks of as important, which is a very short list.

In general, she is the last person you would want to double-cross because she will come back with something much more fun. You slap her in the face, she hits you with a chair. She'll never play on anyone's team. Either she leads, or you don't have her services. Her motives are run by her and her alone: she isn't afraid to change her destination or price in the middle of a job.

Max exudes authority, but that doesn't mean she can't let loose and have fun, as she often does. With no wants for a steady life or family, Max is free to do what she wants when she wants. She's a leader, through and through, capable of turning even the most noble into a wanted fugitive.

Magic/Abilities
Technopathy: This particular gift allows Max to communicate with the computers that run her ship. She didn't obtain this gift naturally, though. When she became captain of the Liberator, she had a chip designed and implanted in her spine at the base of her skull which basically turned her into the computer.

Electrogenesis: Slightly differing from the psionic found in Aedolis, Max's talent allows her to generate electric energy to charge technology or even for medical reasons, for example restarting a heart. If the computers die on the ship, or if they need an energy boost of some kind, she's able to pump it full of electricity to give some added power.

Navigation: Though technically not anything impressive, Max relies on the stars for navigation. She is aware that computers can be hacked and navigational systems can go down, she she has taught herself the map of the stars.

Flight: Flight of a ship, that is. Max is experienced and thoughtful about how she flies her ships. She is agile and intelligent, planning several different courses of actions at once. Though she's most at home at the helm, she is capable of taking over any of the other positions if needed.

Combat: Amazing. Simple as that. Her combat skills are rarely rivaled, purely because of the range. She can throw knives with perfect accuracy; she can sword fight in nearly any style; she can shoot with both hands; she can operate the ship's weapons. There are truly few weapons that Max can't use.

Relationships
The only people she cares about are her crew members. She will verbally beat on them occasionally, but that's how pirates show love! "Dirty bastard" = "my friend" in pirate language. She would easily kill for anyone of them, and she would lay her own life on the line for her officers.

History
Max comes from a long line of Libran pilots, going back six generations on her father's side. In her family, the men were expected to become pilots, while the women did whatever they wanted. When her father realized that he was not going to have a son, Max was pushed into the pilot program. Having always wanted to be a pilot like her father, Max was absolutely fine with it. She later discovered that she was far from a good fit.

During the training, she met a handsome, young man with a scar on his cheek who was just a year ahead of her. They worked well enough together that they became best friends, and eventually partners, earning the title of Knight. Their partnership even extended to their personal lives. She didn't feel at home as a military pilot, but he just made it better. One day, his weapons system malfunctioned, and her ship was accidentally shot down. Her escape lever was jammed, but she was able to eject herself a few seconds before the ship crashed. Unfortunately, she escaped just in time to watch his ship go down.

With him gone, Max had no real motive to go back to her life as a pilot. Everyone thought she was dead, so maybe that was what it should be. She went under an assumed name and faked a paper trail so deep that Aedolian Seekers wouldn't be able to find a flaw. She started working on a cruise ships for mediocre pay, but soon made up her mind to become captain of her own vessel. Through this mindset, she turned to piracy.

Her life as a pirate was just what she wanted. Max thrived on piloting a ship, but she needed the freedom that came with being a pirate. When she was twenty-two, she started putting a crew together of like-minded individuals. At twenty-three, she and her new friends commandeered a large explorer vessel from a docking station. She renamed the ship the SS Liberator and started living as she was always meant to.

__________THREAD TRACKER

Current

Complete

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Haviah / Re: Studying a Student {Private: Arany}
« on: October 10, 2017, 01:05:45 pm »
"Okay," Gwyn said, raising a finger. "First, you don't need to be a powerful psychic to advance. I won't say that doesn't help, but you could very well be Pilot Imperial one day without advancing at all in your psionic ability. Climbing the ranks has very little to do with psionic ability. You just have to want it badly enough."

She smirked at the girl, whose confidence didn't seem to be the strongest when around her superiors.

"And two," she said, putting up another finger, "we definitely have to work on your authority before anything else. You're young, inexperienced, and from what I can tell, brand new to the politics of being a Pilot. You gotta make everyone else believe that's not true. The strength and confidence that you put out there, even if it's faked, will be exactly how the public sees you."

 Gwyn advanced through the ranks as quickly as she did simply because she knew how to play the game. Pilots were famous and respected above anyone else, so she learned quickly. As a Candidate, she kept her head down and only associated with her peers, sometimes not even them. The only friend she had was Vendremdirr for the last year and a half of the program. That's why she was never assigned a mentor. She didn't want to stick out, and a psionic like illumnokinesis isn't exactly common.

Once she was officially named a Pilot, everything changed. Gwyn made sure everyone knew her name. She maintained a perfect record with stellar performance in every mission to which she was assigned. She had only encountered two other illumnokinetics, but neither were too friendly, which made her glad she wasn't assigned a mentor as a Candidate. At least with Priya, she was already out of the Candidate Program, so she had the choice of whether or not to stick with Gwyn as a mentor.

She looked at the black dragon, who was watching with a slight smile. As much as he tried to hide it, Ven took pride in hearing Gwyn speak about being a Pilot. When she spoke on the subject, her voice was filled with passion and honor. She never forgets the value of being a Pilot, as well as what the Pilots are supposed to represent to Aedolis.

Go, he said to Gwyn. She looked back, and he nodded. We have time.

Turning back to Priya, Gwyn shrugged. "Where would you like to start?"

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Haviah / Re: Studying a Student {Private: Arany}
« on: October 09, 2017, 10:09:13 am »
Gwyn smiled at the girl, who exuded excitement and nervous energy at the same time. She remembered being in Priya's shoes; a young Pilot with her whole future ahead, looking for someone to help her along. Unfortunately, she didn't have anyone to explain her particular psionic to her, so Gwyn had to figure it out on her own.

Observing the relationship between the young Pilot and dragon was important to Gwyn. Since her bond with Vendremdirr was so strong, she held much less respect for Pilots who had a weak partnership with their dragons. Priya and Naja appeared to be close, so that definitely gained the girl some favor in the Elf's golden eyes.

She actually enjoyed Priya's embarrassment to a certain degree. It meant that she understood her rank in the Pilot Program, as well as Gwyn's, so there should be very little clouded judgement on either one of their parts. "Relax, kid," Gwyn said calmly. She was far from the woman who would be snobbish to someone because of their lower rank. "And thank you."

She looked at Ven, who kept his pride and power known to the three of them. "It's probably better that you came off-duty because this one gets moody when he's tired." Ven puffed smoke towards her, and Gwyn quickly put the breath mask over her nose and mouth with a glare. She flipped him off, and he smirked. The smoke dissipated, and Gwyn turned her attention back to Priya.

"Pilot Cardinal Priya Sanyal, you've been told correctly. Pilot Royal Gwyndolenn Achetiorr at your service. On-duty, I expect you to address me as Pilot Achetiorr, as required by rule of rank. Off-duty, don't worry about it. Call me Gwyn." She glanced at the dragons and grinned. "As long as you don't get on his nerves, I guarantee you won't get on mine. I'm assuming you were given my name because of my psionic tier." She raised her left hand and wiggled her fingers, light dancing between them. "And if you're only seeking me out now, is it also safe to assume you made it through the Candidate Program like I did? No mentor?"

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The Frontier / Re: Old Guns and Glory [PRIVATE, Silv]
« on: October 09, 2017, 09:44:08 am »
The large horse stood, shaking his mane out and flicking his tail. Simply because of his size, Spade usually avoided laying down unless he was sleeping because it was difficult to get back up. Kaladin pursed his lips, reaching around Ankia and snatching his hat off the ground. It had fallen when the beast laid down, and now it was dustier than it had been before. That said something. He smacked it on his hand before putting it back on.

He threw back another drink from his canteen before tucking it into his returned jacket. If she wasn't taking his rarely given niceties, he sure as hell wouldn't force them! "Tea ain't a drink for sorrow," he said, a slight forlorn look in his eye that he quickly shook away.

Glancing back over his shoulder at the large horse, Kaladin huffed. "Spade ain't no saint. He seems righteous, then he goes and throws ya at the first sign of a fucking cat. Bastard." Looking back at Ankia, he took a small breath. "What'd you do?"

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Haviah / Re: Studying a Student {Private: Arany}
« on: October 08, 2017, 03:10:10 pm »
We have an audience, Ven said, glancing downward. He was usually so focused on their aerials, but Gwyn was able to sense something was off with the great beast. Ven blew a small puff of smoke from his nostrils, something he only did when he was agitated.

"In that case, we should probably call it a day with the tricks. Still have about three hours before we go on-duty." Gwyn knew better than to push her partner, as he turned into a cranky old man when he was tired or overworked. She stopped the light performance, holding onto his harness as he turned sharply and dove in a steep path back towards the aerie from which they had taken off. "How'd you know we were being watched?"

All she needed was him giving her a dumb look for her to shut up and smirk at her own thoughtlessness.

His speed was incredible for a dragon of his size. Gwyn had her feet firmly inside the stirrups of the harness, while she held on for dear life. Thankfully, the flight suit's helmet with built-in oxygen allowed for her to breathe and see the entire way. Without the suit's amenities, piloting dragons would be nearly impossible. She had no idea how the people all those years ago did it without suffocating.

With a sudden change of direction, Vendremdirr turned his body upward, his massive wings pushing against the air to slow the dive. They hovered above the aerie, as Ven eased himself onto the platform. His legs touched first, then his arms, then his large wings folded against his body. He sat with his tail curved around him and nodded his head at the blue dragon, briefly closing his eyes. Naja, he said telepathically, acknowledging her presence.

Dragons were much more respectful towards their kin than they were towards the humans. Gwyn being an Elf made it easier for Ven to give her the respect she deserved, as Elves were usually a slightly superior race to humans, though they almost never showed it. Gwyn especially treated no other race differently; her favor was gained through merit and respect.

She hopped off of the dragon's silver back and stood right next to him, disconnecting the oxygen mask and taking off her helmet. Her black hair was slightly longer than her shoulders when she let it loose, which was why she always kept it braided on-duty. The braid helped to make it appear like her hair was shorter. The Elf rested her helmet on her right hip under her arm, and she smirked, looking the young lady up and down.

"This them?" She asked, looking at Ven. The dragon smirked and nodded twice. He never was the most chatty around others, so Gwyn didn't question him. She tucked a few stray hairs behind her pointed ear and nodded at the girl with a slight sparkle in her eye. "Enjoy the show?"

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Haviah / Studying a Student {Private: Arany}
« on: October 07, 2017, 02:05:01 pm »
Gwyndolenn looked into the mirror of her apartment, once again tying her black hair in a thick braid. It was her signature look when she was on duty, but this time was different. She was off-duty and just simply wanted to go for a flight. Her dragon, Vendremdirr, was a piece of work, but he loved their partnership almost as much as she did. Anyone who knew the dragon before their partnership was more than surprised when they became a team, as Ven was far from what one would want in a dragon. Still, they took to each other immediately and haven't looked back.

She dressed herself in the flight suit, complete with breathing apparatus, then started to the nearest aerie. The black dragon was sitting there patiently, his metallic tail curve around him and his chest proudly extended.

Gwyn, he said telepathically with a slight nod, acknowledging her with the correct amount of respect. He was absolutely able to regard her with disrespect because of the dragons' societal rank being higher than the Pilots', but he wouldn't disrespect her as long as she didn't disrespect him.

"Ven," she said, smirking and walking over to him, "thank you for doing this. I know we're off-duty, but-"

Off-duty is boring, he said, interrupting her. He stood up, his large wings extended. He was a prideful dragon, but it was well-earned. The two of them really reflected each other's personalities, sometimes literally, as they were about to see.

Taking off in flight, Gwyn starting casting spells that manipulated the light around them. She had already practically mastered her gift, but a good researcher knew no one ever really stopped learning. The light she bent bounced off of Ven's silver back, as well as the silver armor along his underside. It was an interesting combination, as the two of them using that particular spell could create a spotlight for hunting others down. Illumnokinesis was a rare gift, so Gwyn made a career for herself by studying her own power, though that was definitely not the easiest thing to do. Still, the more she could learn, the better everyone would understand it.

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The Frontier / Re: Old Guns and Glory [PRIVATE, Silv]
« on: October 04, 2017, 09:17:51 pm »
Kaladin sat up with a slight groan. It had been a while since he had been hit below the belt. "You tell me not to come and actually expect I wouldn't?" He laughed breathily. "For someone who's supposed to be studying me, you're doing a shit job."

He had taken beatings a lot worse than what she had just given him. That was nothing. He spat blood onto the dirt, wiping his nose on his shirt as he stood up.

"Fine," he said. "Stay here and rot for all I care." He walked back over to Spade and tried to mount. The horse moved away. He tried again, same result. "Are you really siding with her?" He asked. Spade snorted, pawing the ground. "I fucking hate horses."

Kaladin made his way back over to Ankia. She was no longer sobbing, but clearly feeling broken and vulnerable. Normally, the perfect combination Kaladin looked for in a woman. That time it looked kind of pathetic and actually triggered his sympathy.

He shrugged off his jacket and placed it over her shoulders. Whether she wanted it or not, being wrapped in something warm was a natural comfort to anyone. He sat next to her, unscrewing his canteen and taking a drink. "It'll do ya good," he said, offering her a drink.

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The Frontier / Re: Old Guns and Glory [PRIVATE, Silv]
« on: October 04, 2017, 08:41:16 pm »
Kaladin could've easily sat back down and drank himself into a stupor, but this caught his attention. He no longer cared about the drink. Even the strongest ale would have had to fight for him to stay.

He dropped the card on the counter and ran out the door after her. Leaping onto Spade, he whirled the horse around and galloped after her hoverbike. It was easy to track for someone who had experience. After being hunting so many times, Kaladin started being able to follow the signs of all kinds of hover vehicles.

Kaladin heard her voice moving in an unusually soft melody, so he dismounted his horse to go the rest of the way on foot. Spade stood quietly and didn't wander off, trained well by his rider. Kaladin took his hat off and placed it on his saddle, slowly approaching. He saw the hologram, heard her voice... It was an intimate moment.

He stayed quiet, crouching a few yards behind her. When she summoned the weapon with a shaky voice, Kaladin almost lost it. "You killed him," he said suddenly, looking at her. He grinned, but it wasn't arrogant or genuine - more of a knowing and sympathetic expression. "Only see that kinda guilt from a person who killed someone they loved."

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The Frontier / Re: Old Guns and Glory [PRIVATE, Silv]
« on: October 03, 2017, 09:01:34 pm »
"You a real bitch," he said, squinting his eyes at her. "And you can go fuck yerself. I'm getting a drink."

Kaladin shrugged on his coat and put his hat back on, straightening the forever crooked brim. He enjoyed being called out on his bullshit the first time. It was a nice change, but that appeal dies out really fast for someone who wants to be in hiding.

"Never address the name of a god," he grumbled, opening the door. "They only turn their backs when ya need 'em." He closed the door and walked downstairs to the bar.

Sitting on a stool, he was one of only two left there. The other guy was passed out in the corner. The barkeep quickly poured a glass for Kaladin, who threw it down early as fast as it was poured. One more, then half of the next. He couldn't be too drunk if Ankia decided to pry some more. "You planning on payin'?" The man asked.

Kaladin smirked, shaking his head. "Put it on the blue haired chick's tab."

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The Frontier / Re: Old Guns and Glory [PRIVATE, Silv]
« on: October 02, 2017, 09:51:10 pm »
He sank to the floor, his back against the wall. Kaladin didn't care what she had to say. The recording just played on repeat in his mind. Every time he played it again, it got distorted. He stopped it, trying to ignore the idea that was swimming around.

"Toys are meant to be shared," he said, giving her a sly smirk.

Kaladin pinched the bridge of his nose briefly. "I ain't mad at you, hun." He actually sounded sincere... That was a little weird. "Reminded me of an ol' bastard I used to know. He and I got into a hell of a fight. Knives, guns, fists. Everyday whenever we got a chance. I hated him to me bones. My bones." He rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh. "Last I saw him, he was being hauled off to TRIM. Turned out he was a runaway psychic from Aedolis."

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The Frontier / Re: Old Guns and Glory [PRIVATE, Silv]
« on: October 02, 2017, 09:17:01 pm »
Kaladin ran his thumb on his cheekbone, smirking with the slightest hint of arrogance. He followed her into the room, closing the door behind him and watching the effortless sway of her hips.

Stop it, he thought to himself, tearing his eyes away from her. Sitting on the stool, he eyed her once again. "The only thing I earn is my space, hun," he said.

It came as a slight shock that Ankia was willing to play the message for him. She really wasn't like other bounty hunters. The message itself was even more of a shock. He listened to each word, hanging on the individual sounds. A sudden rage exploded inside of him.

He jumped up and smacked the Bphone out of her hand and onto the bed. "Who the fuck are you?" He spat, barely four inches from her. "That..." he scoffed, "that isn't..." He trailed off, refusing to speak the last part of his sentence. "Fuck..."

He stepped away from Ankia, removing his hat and coat, draping them both over the stool. It was quite uncommon that he removed his large coat. In fact, probably no one in Edanith would be able to say what the coat covered - until now.

Kaladin didn't want to think about the message. He still had a heavy buzz, so it was probably his imagination. A desperate attempt to cling onto his past life. "Sorry," he said quietly. He put his hand on the wall, halfway turning his back to Ankia. The beaten tank he wore beneath his coat did a horrible job of covering him, which allowed Ankia to barely see the surface of what scars covered his body. At that point, he really didn't care.

He ran his fingers through his dark hair, squeezing his eyes shut and drawing a deep breath. "Why did you let me hear that?"

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Teinar Characters / Re: TEINAR AVAILABLE RANKS
« on: October 01, 2017, 06:13:24 pm »
I don't know if it's still available, but I'd like to nominate Aspyr Dvalin for the Field Captain position!

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Teinar Characters / Aspyr Dvalin, Hunter/Scout
« on: October 01, 2017, 06:06:01 pm »
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Name: Aspyronil Dvalin (aka Aspyr)

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Species: Wood Elf/Dark Elf

Height: 6'8"

Ethnicity: Teinari

Occupation: Hunter/Scout

Residence: Teinar

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Physical Description
Aspyr is quite tall and lean with an authoritative energy exuded from every inch of him. He takes his appearance moreso from his father's Dark Elf bloodline, while his skills lean more towards his mother's side. He has extremely pointed ears with golden eyes. His skin is a deep midnight blue, verging on black, and his white-blond hair falls below his shoulders and is commonly tied in a low ponytail to keep it out of his way.

He wears clothing made primarily for function, rather than fashion. Aspyr really could not care less about how he dresses and takes pride in his skill over his appearance. He has pants of a grey-brown color with multiple pockets on them tucked into hardy, brown boots with a sole made for gripping any terrain. His shirt is commonly a grey tank top, but he almost always wears a brown jacket over it. He carries a single-handed broad sword on the left side of his belt and a hook sword on the right side.

There are two marks he has to distinguish him from others...

The first would be the four extremely noticeable scars running from his forehead to firm jawline on the left side. His left eye has an appearance of blindness, though he does still have a significant amount of vision in it. And the other are the intricate white and blue tribal tattoos that run from the shoulder to hand of his right arm.

Personality
Aspyr is the kind of person who is run by duty. He holds his job above all else, including himself. If something happened to him and the job was a success, Aspyr would be able to die contently.

Though he was naturally a loner, he has grown to be a team player and always takes on the role of leader. He is usually quiet, listening to what people have to say, but this is often perceived as inattentive. Anyone who actually knows Aspyr would know that he has a memory like a steel trap and a mind faster than the Network in Aedolis.

He is loyal and fast acting, ensuring the safety of the people he's leading before anything else. As long as his team comes back breathing, any mission is a success.

Magic/Abilities
His golden eyes are sharp and observant, also having incredible vision in the dark. Due to his mixed Elf bloodline, he has the best of the Dark Elves and the best of the Wood Elves. He has enhanced agility and stamina, as well as nearly perfect aim. He can throw an aerodynamically flawed knife into a bullseye over 250 yards away.

He is trained well with all kinds of swords, learning all kinds of swordsmanship, including left-handed fighting. He loves using his broadsword, but the hook sword he carries has proven most useful, not only for combat.

Relationships
Mother: Calina (deceased)
Father: Tybulyr (deceased)

History
Aspyr was raised by his parents as an only child. His father was a scout, while his mother was a teacher. Both of them were kind souls. Aspyr took after his father in almost every way, right down to what he wanted to do as an adult.

Against his mother's wishes, Aspyr began accompanying his father on scouting missions. When he was fourteen, they went on a mission in the wastelands and ran into a mutant. Apsyr wanted to try to communicate with it, but his father knew better. He threw a knife between the mutant's eyes, not before the mutant tore half of Aspyr's face open. Despite the injury, Aspyr continued to go with his father. The boy had the mark of a natural leader, taking charge of everyone in his father's team. His father allowed it, as long as the right decisions were made. Aspyr even prevented one of the scouts from getting mauled by a mutant as he had.

He was educated well by his mother, but his father taught him how to survive. He was seventeen when his father died. He and his mother lived alone. She kept teaching, while Aspyr took over his father's scout duties. He quickly grew tired of the same jobs, so he took up hunting as well. He took to both as though they were what he had always been meant to do.

He was twenty-two when his mother died. She came down with some kind of illness and wasn't diagnosed in time to be saved. His mother's loss was enough to push him completely into his work. He honed his skills to as close to perfection as could be, and he refused to pay attention to anything that wouldn't help his career.

When Aspyr was twenty-nine, he was noticed by the right people. He was offered the job of Field Captain, which would put him in charge of the scouts, foragers, and hunters. After about a month of trial, Aspyr was official granted the title. He didnt take the promotion lightly, putting more of himself than ever into his work and ensuring his teams were the very best there had ever been.

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