Our story begins in the year 2298, many things have changed since our time. All the planets in our system are colonized, as well as many moons and asteroids. With advances in energy production, medicine and technology over all, humans have become truly united, forgetting past differences that caused war and division, such as race, sex, etc. However, not everything is going well in our wonderful solar system. With the creation of new weapons and fighting machines, along with an increase in political parties against the current government, the system is on the verge of civil war. Rumors of the rebel uprising looms over hopes of a peaceful existence.
With that said, Earth created a training facility in hopes to gain an advantage over the enemy, should war actually break out. It was a military school of sorts, in place to train the future officers, medics, troops, and pilots of the new age. It was publicly showcased as a distinguished honor to attend and graduate this academy, thus many parents sent their children to become the next class of students at the prized learning facility. However, it's not just loyal subjects of the government attending this school, but also the rebel groups have been infiltrating the academy in hopes of sabotaging the training of their future opposition.
Earth's only moon rested in orbit around the planet, a place that humans had dreamed to go to for ages. Who would ever have foreseen it becoming a colony of Earth. Construction had finished on the lunar rock to add a new section of that colony, a teaching facility. The Royal Academy of the United Solar Empire was built several years prior to the current date, a military training academy. Never before had a school like this been held in such high regard, but how else would you attract fresh students then to say it was the best.
Bubble shaped structures connected to each other throughout two square miles of land. There were several key areas of the school that were clearly what they were called. The front of the facility was a large hexagonal building, the school logo printed largely on it's roof. Everything branched off of this one area, and was known as the entrance. The interior was much like a town square, and had a smaller building within it for the staff, a vault to keep records and etc..
Off to the right of the hexagon is where the dormitories, hospital, and mess halls are. The dorms had been built to house at least eight hundred people, one hundred of those spots taken up by staff. Each room was standard issue, and could hold two people, three if the school has a couple extra students on certain years. The mess halls were big enough to support three hundred people each, and had a variety of foods, based on every different culture. Other then the normal mess halls, there were private rooms made for the staff. The medical wing off the school was built to house five hundred at a time, and supplied by the Livingston Corporation. Thus, the logo is tattooed around the medical wing, and even named after the company.
Directly behind the hexagon building was the training grounds. Tracks, gyms, firing ranges, armories, classrooms, and just about anything you could think of at an academy. The outside of the facility is used on a daily basis to help the process of training.
On the other side of the hexagon was the hanger, and spaceport. Ships are constantly entering and leaving through here, thus it would be unwise to tread though here without caution. Speaking of the hanger, the new students were arriving in boatloads, ships entering the massive spaceport every 30 minutes or so.
Now... lets talk about these factions...
The main faction of this story would be The United Solar Empire. This group is like England today, although the royal family has more power than in our time. The Monarchy is rather important to the people of The U.S.E., due to how the group was originally formed, more recently people have begun to hate them. They seemed to be a fair and just government, even with all of its issues over the time it has existed. Corruption among politicians has been growing in the past few years unnoticed, however nothing too serious. The only question is who of them ill advocate the rebellion. As well as being quite wealthy, the U.S.E has control of all planets and many colonies within the system, using their resources as they wish.
The other group would be the People's Liberation Front of Earth, an alliance between many political figures and people that think the government would be better run under their rule. Comically, their parties range from Communism all the way to a Capitalist Republic. This fact hasn't seemed to bother them yet, considering they would be more than willing to dispose of those standing in their way of ruling the system. After all, the people who rule the system have almost endless sources of money, and more resources at their disposal than they could dream for. These people aren't all the top of the line, nor do they have the state of the art equipment, but they do have hope and brains, something that overcome many shortcomings in a battle.
As always in a war, there is a side that could care less about who does what. All they want is money, and will offer service to the highest bidders. These folks are the mercs, weapons dealers and goods traders. They too have an alliance, but it was created for commercial purposes rather than political. The Merchants Union is made up of almost every neutral business in the System. They are in place to monitor every group and company to ensure that everyone is playing fair if you will. Their rules state that rival companies may not do harm to each other or forcefully take them out of the business. They also state that anyone who attacks them will be refused service by all their members, something that could cripple any side in a war.
As in every war, one weapon or technology shapes the battlefield. The war fighters of 2298 have the benefits of cybernetics and biological modification, although still not perfected. These modifications improve or change a person’s abilities to do certain tasks, making them harder, better, faster, stronger. Keep in mind what's being surgically done to you, because you're stuck with it. What would you truly want? The rules are as follows. You will receive an offensive ability, a defensive ability, and one tech ability. However, you may trade one of any category for an extra from that tier. The only stipulation is that the trait falls under your class. Note: Some are class specific, or restricted. NOTE: You can only have 3 mods.
Offensive: Enhanced Strength, Enhanced Speed, Weapon Mastery X.
Defensive: Enhanced Endurance, Poison Resistance, Regeneration, Enhanced Dexterity.
Technology: Computer, Enhanced Vision, Cloaking, and Multipurpose Limbs.
Descriptions of abilities
-Enhanced Strength- 3x stronger than average humans.
-Regeneration- Healing- 4x faster than the normal human.
-Enhanced Vision- Eyes see about 5x further, night vision, and thermal.
-Poison Resistance- Body ignores most gases, poisons, and toxins.
-Cloaking- Makes user near invisible when in the shadows.
-Computer- User has a computer within them, usually are more skilled with hacking and such. Tech only power
-Enhanced Speed- Increases body's speed 2x, including running and reaction time.
-Enhanced Intelligence- Makes person above genius level of thinking.
-Enhanced Endurance- Body will last 5x longer under stress, such as running longer, needing less rest, etc.
-Enhanced Dexterity- User is 2x more dexterous, nimble, and has better balance.
-Multi-Purpose limbs- Limbs that have been modified to hold or deploy various tool's and our weapons.
-Weapon Mastery X - Consider yourself a duelist or a trickshot, something tickles your fancy. You're a master of a certain weapon type. (Note: Type does not mean you master all similar. Knife=/=Sword. Pistol=/= Assault Rifle
I'd like to point out most of you will be privates, corporals, or at least below petty officers. Some may have a good reason to not be, and if so, I’m sure we can work something out. Keep in mind you are still students in a military school, and won't be masters of anything, however, you will have several options of class based on year. Privates have a list to pick from, as well as anyone higher. As your character reaches their next year, they can upgrade their class.
1st year students:
Trooper- The badass backbone fighters of the military. (They have most health, and excel at weapon use and close combat. They can have more than one offense mod, but only 3 in all.)
Sharpshooter- The folks with a knack for picking off targets. ( Best with range weapons, rather quiet and stealthy. They can have one extra defense mod. Cloaking and Weapon mastery are encouraged. But only 3 in all.)
Medic- A doctor on the battlefield providing aid to downed troops. ( Excel in medical field, in better shape than most. Allowed to Regen earlier than most.)
Engineer- A tech head there to rebuild and disassemble, as producing technology needed on the battlefield. (Excels in computers and technology. Allowed to have two technology spots. But only 3 in all.)
Pilots- Kiddos who love to behind the wheel. (Excel in piloting and driving. Are allowed an extra tech or extra defense ability.)
Ace Pilot- Boys and girls that claim the sky as their own. ( The next step up from pilots)
Heavy Troopers- The juggernauts that run through the fields with light machine guns in hand, and overweight loads on their back. (The next step up from Trooper)
Assassins- They are like a venomous snake in the grass, killing people with silent strikes (The next step up from Sharp shooter.)
Advanced Medics- Hardened medics with a skill of first aid. (Next step up from medic.)
Tech Specialists- Guys who could build simple robots if needed to. (Next step up from engineer.)
Must Be Earned after 2nd year:
Trainer*: The guys who invented the moves you learned. ( A trooper/ class chosen.)
SpecOps- A title given to the elite of their groups, fighters built for the hard missions. ( They have basic knowledge in first aid or technology. They are experienced in close combat. Excels in class chosen. )
Officer- Leaders on the battlefield, giving orders and inspiring troops to keep going. (Higher rank and powerful with the art of persuasion. )
*Trainer (Becomes a trooper as well as class chosen. Can rewrite abilites.), Officer (Allowed to rewrite body mods)
All students will wear the mandatory fatigue uniform based of class. Variations may be made to clothing, but colors must be wore, as well as the signet somewhere on outfit. The colors will continue into each year, as the classes are based off the one previous to it.
Trooper- Shades of green and black
Sharpshooter- Shades of black, optional gray.
Medic- Shades of red and white.
Engineer- Shades of orange and yellow.
Pilot- Shades of black and red
Officer- Shades of black and blue or purple.
Profile Everything is mandatory save for the bio/history.
Name: Faith Noelle Blade
There is nothing special about the way Faith looks. Her slightly wavy layered blonde hair rests exactly three inches below her shoulder blades. Lightly feathered bangs often rest across her light blonde eyebrows and into her golden speckled ocean blue eyes. Her lips are full, pouty and beautifully sculpted. Her lightly 5’11 bronze exotic form is perfectly sculpted with an exquisite combination of muscle and tone. A blade shaped scar runs from the bottom tip of her clavicle down to the exact center location of her backside. There is also a scar that scales a few inches down the right side of her ribcage intertwined with a few bullet scars. Faith also has a small scar spanning across the middle of her right arm. Lastly, she has a scar that runs across her left eyebrow. Other than that and freckles speckled throughout her face, there are no other imperfections upon her visage. The teen has a faith kanji tattoo placed upon her right upper arm with several initials circled around it to depict personal friends and lovers she has lost. There is also a tattoo of a red and black dragon spanning across her lower back.
Faith’s favorite articles of clothing consist conveniently of comfy jeans and an arsenal of t-shirts or wife-beater tanks, when she isn’t wearing the uniform that is. The colors vary on what fits her fancy and if she doesn’t have a color that she wants, she takes it upon herself to borrow it from a store with all intentions not to return it of course. Finishing out the outfit is a pair of black thigh high boots with five inch chunky heels or a pair of tennis shoes that ultimately match her outfit in some way shape or form. Lastly, she wears a black leather jacket that extends down to her kneecaps and is very practical in every activities as well as not-so everyday activities. When forced to attend balls or other elegant engagements, Faith will most likely slip on a tight fitting, curve flattering black strapless black dress that floats just barely below her thighs, leaving little to imagination or another beautiful and extravagant dress.
Dangling down from a silver chain is a three tiered diamond pendant each jewel wrapped in pure silver. On her left wrist is a pure silver watch, the face of it analog style. On her left thumb, she wears a silver ring with a butterfly that stands out, the colors matching her tattoo perfectly. When she wears her hair up, in braids, or pigtails, she fastens it with silver clips. A pair of sleek silver sunglasses dons the top of her head; the lenses are a reflective metallic blue shade. Within the left lens is a computer program that when activated allows her to find locations of individuals and scan information for intelligence purposes. She also has a cell phone slash communicator that is the key to her family keeping in touch with her. Only those deemed worthy have the number and code and if anyone else were to call, the phone has the ability to track the location so that she can find them and beat the hell out of them. It has a tracking device of each person under her care so that she can find them if needed. It also helps her crack codes when necessary.
Rank/Class: 2nd year: Ace Pilot with specialization in assassinations
BioMods: Enhanced Endurance, Enhanced Strength, and cloaking. She has already mastered every weapon she owns thanks to her background.
Faith Noelle Blade was born in the gang-infested city of West Port, California to Grace and Arien Blade on January 2nd. Her father fell in love with her immediately and thought she was the most beautiful angelic baby he had ever seen. Her mother on the other hand loathed the child and treated her like an animal. Whatever care Faith received it was from her father and when the youngin’ turned three, her mother went insane and tried to burn the house down with Arien and Faith inside. Her father saved them all and because her mother slept with the police chief at the time, no charges were pressed. Two years later, a gang broke into the house and killed her father and mother while they slept. Faith happened to be awake going to the bathroom when it happened, and therefore escape out of the bathroom window with the help of a small step ladder. Left to fend for herself, she camped out in a nearby abandoned building and stole from the store what she needed. After the police were finished in her house, she snuck back in to get everything she could carry. At the age of ten, Faith began gathering children that had similar events happen to them, thus creating her own gang. Instead of stealing trivial things, Blade started stealing weapons and other things needed to keep her new family alive. Upon scouting one day, the thirteen year old scoped out three different abandoned apartment complexes and decided upon one of them to move everyone into. The other two were to be used as escape routes in case their location was found. Many orphaned children were rescued, taken in by her and the rest of the gang. After that, they waged their own war against the neighboring gangs in order to bring peace back to their hometown.
Whenever wanting to just chill and get her mind off the wars raging at home and all over the world, Faith would head to her best friend’s club with her boyfriend Caleb. Only seventeen, Matty was the sole owner of club Heaven and Hell, which was the place to be. If you were anyone, you were hanging at the club. The upstairs level of the club was dubbed "Heaven," because of the angels and other ethereal creatures painted on the walls. A preppy 20-something crowd often dance to pop hits under the radiance of strobe lights. There are four or five tables with couches and chairs, but the conversation is fairly tame. Downstairs in “Hell” is a totally different situation. The music on the stereo, usually hardcore, punk or rap, is grittier than above, but quieter. A banner over the bar announces "Welcome to Hell – Have a hell of a good time!!!" On the walls are murals of grim reapers, skeletons and doomsday scenes; a few tattered chairs and tables; a pool table; and waxy masks protruding from the wall, illuminated by a lunar glow. Downstairs, in "Hell," a completely different mood dominates. The basement is dingy and vaguely sinister, with demonic images adorning the walls. There is more passionate dancing down here—as well as a pool table and a bar. There are of course private rooms off to the side for more of a private show. The club was the only place that was neutral free and no gangs ever attempted to fight there. Sure, there were fights, but nothing big. Faith would hangout with Caleb, Matty and his girlfriend, Aurora downstairs in Hell for hours upon hours until someone in her family needed her. Everything was going great until things changed in more ways than one.
Club Heaven and Hell had its annual dance and Caleb and Faith were the only ones other than Matty that was there from the normal crew. Of course, there were other friends there, but they weren’t tight like Aurora. Caleb was disappointed that Aurora didn’t come, but decided to give it his best, as did Faith. Matty sat alone and refused to dance with anyone but Faith since he was still pining for Aurora, despite her leaving him a while back. About an hour into the dance, an opposing gang broke into the club. Generally speaking, the club was in a territory where gangs didn’t fight though that night the gangs decided to fuck that idea. They shot up everyone, killing half of the guests and injuring the rest. Matty managed to leap behind the bar counter and sound the alarm while Caleb threw himself in front of Faith and dropped to the ground seconds later. During the firing, Blade was hit soon after and knelt down beside him, begging him not to leave her. He was far too gone and Faith helplessly held him in her arms as he died. After rocking him back and forth for a few minutes, she sat him down and started to fire on the gang. Faith continued until the police arrived. Several gang members fled the scene, the leader being one of them. After that, she didn’t really hang out anywhere and Matty moved away soon afterwards. Of course, she kept in touch with Aurora and Matty over the phone, but things weren’t the same and she didn’t even attempt to date for fear the same thing would happen again.
It was during this time that Faith met a very special individual who began teaching her how to pilot giant mechas called Kriegsmänners. He also assisted her in getting some biomods to help out in her daily fighting. Already an exceptional sharpshooter, she taught him a few new things while he in turn taught her everything he knew, which was an intense amount of information. The two fell in love naturally, but because of the current situation, they couldn’t date exclusively. In fact, she kept him more of a secret than anything and when Aurora or Matty asked who she was training with; she smirked and shrugged, indicating that while she would spill eventually, anytime they asked wasn’t that day.
Unfortunately, her time as a gang leader came to an end when the government infiltrated the town and put all those in her care into foster care. She was thrown into an orphanage because she kept running away from her foster family. Of course, being in an orphanage didn’t keep her from escaping and she did so every time they let her out of lockdown. The government upon catching her the last time, decided to send her to the academy to do something worthwhile considering her stealth skills as well as other skillful attributes.
.::. Browning Hi-Power 9mm: The clip carries 13 bullets and the weapon is carried in a waist holster on her right side.
.::. .50 Desert Eagles: Twin guns rest on either side of her body in a double shoulder holster, which is connected into a back spinal brace, which holds a weapon of its own.
.::. Short Sword: This weapon is housed in the spinal brace and is generally covered by her long hair.
.::. Firestar 9mm: One can never have too many guns. This weapon rests against the outer side of her left leg.
.::. Two wrist knives: Held in sheathes on her upper arms, both knives shoot out with a flick of her wrists.
.::. Mini-uzi: This is kept in its own special holster on the back left side of her body, just beside the spine of where the sword rests.
.::.CS rules apply.
.::.Please try to post more than one paragraph if possible.
.::.Check your spelling and grammar or you will face my wrath. If you don't, and I have to ask you several times, and if this occurs often, you might be asked to leave..
.::.Be respectful of each other.
.::.I only want one or two officers right now.
United Solar Empire:
Ralana: Princess Aurora Von Drake III - Second Year Student, Ace pilot (Close Combat expertise) Out doing publicity
AzinDine: Aaron Chole - Second Year/ Assassin MIA
People's Liberation Front of Earth:
Ninus: Andrew Carloman - First Year, Pilot MIA
The Merchants Union:
Shinobimaster: Raiden Dempsey - 2nd Year-Heavy Trooper MIA
Darksabre: Aniki "Reaper" La'hoole - Heavy Trooper with Pilot training, Year 2
PharaohAtem: Mariah - First Year Engineer/Biological Modifications
Faith: Faith Noelle Blade - 2 year Ace Pilot, specialization in Assassinations
masterhand89: Zane - 2nd year / Heavy Trooper - Drop Out
Mercury: Kaydan Hekaro - 2nd Year / Assassin
Last edited by Spartacus; 06-20-2012 at 07:59 AM.
OOC: I think there might be some problems with this so let me know and I'll change stuff.
Name: Mariah (mary, mara, ma)
Appearance: Mariah has curly bright carrot colored hair with red stripes in it that comes just down to her waist, but it held in a bun fashioned with a gold and red tie.
Faction: Merchants Union
Rank/Class: First Year Engineer/Biological Modifications
Bio Mods: Computer, Enhanced Intelligence and Speed
Bio(Optional): Mariah came from a family of soldiers and medical specialist and entered a battle thinking she could be just as good as her family members. The battle turned out to be something bloody and out of a nightmare where many soldiers died and critically injured her. She was rushed to the emergency room and told that they would have to put her almost all back together unless they used an unused procedure making her into almost a total robot. She told them to go ahead with the operation and though it took hours she survived never to be who she used to be. Her family members dismissed her, because she wasn't normal and she found herself living for herself then decided with everything that happened to her she would work on mechanical devices to make things better for people even if in the end she still felt unwanted. Only a mechanical tool to be used to develop weapons and mechanical uses so that the military could defeat those that would try to defeat them.
These are my AL Friends
Firewolf is Sharla's long time friend
Bender: The COOKIE STEALER
Ceara is an awesome sister
Janista is an awesome friend
Natsura: Salamander-natsu is a good sister
Lillium is awesome (blazing the way with Ponyta!)
[optionl]Kessa is also awesome[/option]
Rukia: Is very cool
SacredDragon: Great friend
MoV: Crazy, but awesome
Selina: Best Friend
MetalGear Dan: Is my hot baber
Madkeepa: Craziest person on the forum
Priest... So Bamf
Isadro: A crazy, but awesome friend!
Fizz: Likes to mess with the boards
Rukia: A crazy, but awesome friend!
Vee: A buzzing bee with a dangerous sting
Lilith: The romantic
[opiton]RedHat: My man[/option]
Sammi: My Friend
Anni: The Awesome One
Appearance:He has very pale blonde hair, that hangs diagonally to the right. He wears his uniform as, Trousers, under shin guards, and over his arms and neck. The rest of his body is packed with Diamond threaded Kevlar. He is tall with a very muscular build.
Rank/Class:2nd Year-Heavy Trooper
BioMods:Weapon Mastery X, Enhanced Strength, Enhanced Endurance
Extras:He has two MP5K's (sub machine) guns at his waists, and A Kalshnikov on his back. He is a master of assault Rifles
Dont know if this is correct, just tell me if it isnt, and also, since this is ages after present times, shouldnt there be enhanced guns, and plasma rifles and whatever, just a suggestion, but i can see this way is easier, but best to come up with an explanation
My Doctor say's I'm addicted to Vengeance...We'll see about that...
Appearance: Zane is a caucasian guy, usually seen wearing the trooper color clothing. His hair is plain black and cut very short. Both of his eyes are light blue like the sky on Earth and he stands around 6' even.
Rank/Class: 2nd year / Heavy Trooper
BioMods:Enhanced Speed, Weapon Mastery X, Computer
Extras: Two M-4 Carbines strapped to his back, two colt 45 pistols one strapped to each leg, and a standard military knife in a strap on his right arm.
Last Airbender-A RP where people can bend elements to their will.
Name: Aniki "Reaper" La'hoole
Appearance: Aniki is an odd duck. She has pale green eyes the color of grass that hasn't gotten quite the right amount of sunlight, brown-red hair that looked to be closer to the color of half-dried blood, and cut lopsidely, longer on her right side than her left, and no strand of hair reaches past her chin, even when she takes her spiking gel out. Her ears are absolutely perforated with piercings, dangling strands of metal, studs, bars and cuffs line her earlobes, and the assortment of metal changed every day, according to her whims. Of course, when she is in uniform, she wears typical Trooper-garb. A longsleeved, turtlenecked, skin-tight black top, with an olive green vest layered over it, lined in kevlar. Her pants are the same olive-green color cut in the very typical army-cargo style, with pockets abounding everywhere. Her boots are her favorite part of her outfit, scuffed and well-worn and all sorts of awesome. Of course, her opinion might be the slightest bit skewed by the fact that she can hide a wicked assortment in those shin-high boots.
As far as scars and tattoos go, Aniki is relatively clean. There is only one tattoo on her body, the mercenary's mark of the group she has been pledged too, etched into her skin, just over her heart. Her hands and wrists are a mess of scars from knife-play mishaps and training mistakes.
Faction: She's already been pre-recruited as a mercenary.
Rank/Class: Heavy Trooper with Pilot training, Year 2
BioMods: Weapon Mastery [Knives], Enhanced Endurance, Cloaking
Extras: Knives. Aniki has knives. Lots of them. She's always carring at least two, and in her private quarters, her walls are decorated with bladed weapons from the world over. Nothing is to esoteric - if it qualifies as a knife, she has at least one.
I loved you. You made me Hate me. You gave me hate, see? It saved me, and these tears are deadly. You feel that? I rip back, every time you tried to steal that. You feel bad? You feel sad? "I'm sorry"? Hell no, fuck that! It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife. This strife, it dies. This life and these lies. And these lungs, have sung, this song, for too long, and it`s true, I hurt too - Remember? I loved you. I've lost it all, fell today, it's all the same. I'm sorry - oh. I'm sorry, no. I've been abused, I feel so used, because of you. I'm sorry - oh. I'm sorry, no. I wish I could have quit you, I wish I never missed you, and told you that I loved you, every time I fucked you. The future that we both drew, and all the shit we've been through...Obsessed with the thought of you, the pain just grew and grew. How could you do this to me? Look at what I made for you. It never was enough, and the world is what I gave to you. I used to be love struck, now I'm just fucked up, pull up my sleeves and see the pattern of my cuts. Seems like all we had is over now, you left to rest...And your tears are dried up now, you just lay without a sound. Seems like all we had is over now, you left to rest...and my fears are over now, I can leave with my head down.
Name: Andrew Carloman (nickname: Bishop)
Appearance: Andrew is a mature appearing young man which comes less from his rough facial features and more from his soft eyes and the general air of wisdom about him. He more often than not wears a thin smile across his lips which has gotten him in trouble when situations do not warrant a smirk. His hair is trimmed short in typical military fashion revealing a 2 inch long scar, above his left temple, and is brown in color. His eyes are a dull gray but if asked he will insist that they are blue. Andrew's 6 foot 2 inch frame is lean but muscular and his weight varies between 175 to 190 pounds depending on how much time he has spent hitting the weights during training. His skin is tan for someone who has spent his recent months confined in a training station.
Andrew wears his clothes loose for comfort but tight enough for easy maneuverability. He most often is seen in a black tee-shirt covered with a black button up shirt decorated with a red wing stitched on each sleeve. He wears black military issue pants with black athletic shoes that can be compared to the modern day ASICS. A black beret sits atop his head when he is in a formal setting but he removes it whenever possible. A thin silver chain which he turned into a necklace by attaching the bishop from his childhood chess set dangles around his neck unseen under his black button up shirt.
Faction: People's Liberation Front of Earth
Rank/Class: First Year, Pilot
BioMods: Enhanced Speed, Enhanced Dexterity, Enhanced Vision
Bio(Optional): Will come later
Extras: Caliber .45, M1911
Name: Princess Aurora Von Drake III
Appearance: Aurora was lucky enough to gain her mother’s movie star looks. She has a slender, yet very shapely frame and stands at 5 ft 5. Her muscles are toned from training though they aren’t bulky. She has wavy, long, light purple hair that stops right above her waist. Her hair is styled in long layers with longer bangs in front that shape her angular face and sometimes hang in her sparkling pale blue eyes. Her skin is moderately tanned, a little darker than fair.
Faction: United Solar Empire, by birth. She is a part of the Royal Family.
Rank/Class: Second Year Student, Ace pilot (Close Combat expertise)
BioMods: Regeneration, Enhanced Dexterity, Enhanced Speed.
Aurora is the second child of Queen Claudia and His Majesty King Derek Von Drake IV. Before Derek was king, he married the infamous British stage and film actress Claudia Dane. The two’s love affair was not only public, but very scandalous. They would often have violent lover’s quarrels in public places and then make up sessions in the same place. Then after Derek’s father died the two became supreme rulers over the Empire with their strange love affair continuing on. Only recently have the two toned down on their public life because of the not so subtle rumors of an uprising. Even so many found the handsome couple to be a living romance novel.
Two years after the couple had been supreme rulers over the Empire Claudia gave birth to Aurora’s older brother Derek the V providing an heir to the throne. Three years later Aurora was born giving the family a publicity stunt. While Derek grew up doted upon, and protected by the royal family the younger was treated quite differently. Her parents pushed her out into the world seeing her more as a way to gain popularity and fame for the royal family. Often this main the girl feel more used, or tossed to the side as an after thought than loved. Fortunately the child gained the natural talent her mother had of acting, lying, and deception so she grew skilled at covering up her true feelings. Thus to the public eye the family seems to have two perfect children. Although there have been rumors the parents often look out more for each other than their kids.
Though they were in the same family the siblings had almost separate lives, partially because both were considered heirs to the throne. While her brother stayed in England, with his parents, having tutors come to the palace his sister was sent out to the best boarding schools around the globe getting the best education money could buy. Lacking the love and attention that Aurora sought from her parents the child grew bitter towards them. Instead the girl learned to replace real affection with things and attention. Often times the only way she could gain her parents approval was from doing well in school, that combined with her great ambition and mental prowess made it quite easy for the girl to make sure she was always top in her class.
In her early teen years Aurora moved to CA and started slumming a bit at local clubs. There she met and dated the owner of a local club called, ‘Heaven and Hell’. The couple, and the club quickly became very popular and soon the princess had larger variety of social networks going on. Although the girl seemed to know every she only made a few real connections between people. Some of them would be Faith Blade, and her boyfriend. Sadly the times that Aurora would come to term as, 'her youth' did not last long. It was easy for her parents to see her goings on, and to grow tired of the new image the princess was showing the word. Abruptly after a talk with both her parents about the consequences about her actions and relationships the woman ended that time of her life. She broke up with Matty one night at the club with little explanation other than she was bored with him although he never believed it. No one knows the exact truth as to why she did end it though there are quite a few guesses out there.
After the gang fight at Heaven and Hell Aurora herself became a bit more sober in her actions and started to go through the motions of being Princess. She kept in touch over the phone with Faith, but they rarely talked in person. It wasn’t long after that Aurora was sent to the Royal academy. Since her brother is next in line to the throne the government decided it would be best that he stay out of the military. Besides she was the more qualified candidate for the school already having a large variety of combat, piloting, medic, and military training. She was an almost jack of all trades candidate for the academy.
Long ranged weapons
[center:3vqmi3lf]The moon and the blade it shimmered like a jewel.
She looked at him with pleading eyes.
He said, "My dear the love has died."
And then he muffled her deadly cries.[/center:3vqmi3lf]
][OOC: <3 Rachums. Okay, basically the first few posts should be dealing with you guys getting to the Academy, however you want. Once there, you should be focusing on getting your uniforms, dorm assignments, and the necessary things that are necessary. Good luck. If you still wanna join, feel free to put up a profile and just jump right in! I'd be happy to have you!][
“What do you mean I have to go to an Academy, again? That shit’s not for me. I refuse to go. If you send me there for another year, I’ll just disappear.”
“Shut your mouth and listen carefully Faith Blade. If you do not go to this academy and better yourself, you are going to rot in a jail cell. This is for your own good. You have potential, you just need to apply yourself and realize you can make something of yourself. Do something useful with your skills. We tried this last year, and you did fairly well. Was it really that bad of a deal?”
“If I do this and actually apply myself this year… you wipe my record clear, right? That’s the only deal I will accept.”
”Ms. Blade, you know I cannot do that without permission from my boss. We’ll see how you do. However, if you get yourself into trouble, no one will be there to protect you. You’ll be on your own. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I’m not stupid, you know.”
Tapping her fingers against governmental shuttle she had been forced upon, Faith hummed under her breath. Unsure which was more ridiculous; the fact that she had gotten caught or the idea of going to some snooty academy for the second year in a row, Blade closed her golden-speckled ocean blue eyes in order to block out everything going on around her. It wouldn’t be long before they reached the Royal Academy of the United Solar Empire, was at, which was both a blessing and a punishment. The idea of being able to start over so to speak appealed to her, but the authority figures at the Academy know exactly who she was. At least the students wouldn’t have a clue as to who Faith truly was although rooming with some bitch might put a damper on her illusion. Well, first year students wouldn’t know of her, except through rumors. She missed her family, especially Matty and Aurora and that didn’t help her attitude one bit. It didn't matter that this was her second year, because the past was still strong in her memories. The same speech went through her head the year before and it probably would each time she was forced to return to the academy.
”We’re here, Ms. Blade. Disembark, now.”
“Glad to see you’re pleasant as always, Andrew. Give my love to your family. Oh wait, you’re divorced. Later!”
Walking out of the shuttle, Faith made her way through the crowd. It was difficult not to go back for her baggage, but she had been told five times that to do so wasn’t acceptable and that they would be taken to her room. Narrowing her eyes as she shifted through the crowd, the teen followed the freaks to where they were being herded to get their uniforms and schedules. Once again starting to hum as she was shown where to go, the lithe female headed over to where the other students were at and scanned over her competition with distain. Sighing, she ran a few fingers through her faintly wavy blonde locks, pushing the loose strands behind her ears. Bits of her bangs slid across the small scar on her right brow, hiding it for only a moment. It was easy to ignore the slight bickering coming from the others and instead, the exotic female waited with forced patience for the rest of the kids to get there.
“Wow… this is so thrilling. I can’t believe these idiots are actually excited about it.”
Trying to keep her mind from wandering back to the night she was taken from her family and friends, Blade instead tried to study the mannerisms and skills of the others. Wearing a uniform wasn’t exactly her type of thing and more than likely, it would remain in her closet to collect dust. At the moment she was wearing a tight fitting, curve flattering strapless black dress that rested just barely below her thighs. The dress showed off the kanji tattoo on her right upper arm, the initials around it just as visible. It unfortunately also showed off the small scar spanning across the middle of her right arm and the three tiered diamond pendant, which was hanging from a silver chain. During the week though, she would probably be wearing a tank and shorts or jeans. Screw the uniform, it was for pussies and whipped little boys and girls. Tapping the toe of her black thigh high boots, the seventeen year old was glad the five inch chunky heels gave her a bit of height to see all over although she already stood at 5’11. Fiddling a bit with the butterfly on her silver thumb ring before messing with her silver watch, she realized she was bored. Pulling silver sunglasses down over her eyes, the teen wished the reflective metallic blue shades were black to match her outfit. Perhaps that could be changed eventually.
“Can we get on with our lives already? This is such a waste of my time!”
Done by Zen who rocks! <3
((OOC: <3!!! Wow, I'm doing good. I cranked out that profile and a post in one night of brain death. ))
Blue eyes idly looked out the black tinted windows of ‘The Athena’, one of many of the space transports held by the royal family. The teenage girl leaned back into the leather seat of the transport with a heavy sigh while her fingers toyed with a long, white cigarette. The Princess had been trying her hardest to kick the nasty habit, but she couldn’t let go of it completely. She needed to had the death sticks close to her body for some reason. Perhaps it was rebellion, the memories, or the plain old addiction itself. More than likely it was the later.
As the transport landed the princess looked away from the window and to the passenger cabin itself. The cabin was not like the others that common students would have, it was massive, with holo-screens, internet, and even a drink station. The main thing the gilded chamber lacked was the presence of family or friends to wish the girl a fond farewell. The ride was in fact, lonely. Aurora glanced up to the door of the pilot's cabin half tempted to break the bittersweet silence by harassing her father's employees, but the idea went to the wayside. It just didn't feel right, the ride was meant to be one of solitary reflection rather than childish joke. This day would be the start of her second year at the Academy, and already the princess was watching her childhood slipping through her fingers.
The girl let herself become lost in the thought until she felt a wave of actual emotion hit her. This wasn't the time for this, or such thoughts. Shaking her head Aurora mentally brought herself back to reality, “You're being foolish...” The teenager muttered to herself before going to reach for the small, designer handbag that was laying across her lap. Whenever life became two real there were certain things a girl could cling to, and one of those thing was of course make up. Pulling out a slender, sliver compact the princess promptly opened it studying her own reflection. Her eyes studied every inch of her near flawless skin looking for faults. Her other hand slipped back to her bag to pull out a tub of lip gloss while the ship when to dock with the hangar bay of the academy.
“Princess, we have five minutes before we can unload.” The flight captains voice echoed out over the loud speaker of the cabin.
“Oh Goodie...” Aurora grumbled, not bothering to hide the hint of bitterness that came in with her voice. Not that she really hated the place, or military school. She just always hated the first day at any school. Turning her attention back to her own looks the girl applied a fresh coat of lip gloss before gazing at herself once more. A pleased smirk crept onto her lips, “Beautiful…”
It had taken less than five minutes for Aurora to get off her transport, and out into the main hangar bay of the Academy. Of course unlike many of the students there the slender framed girl had a follower with her, a large monkey so to speak. Alright, so the man wasn't a monkey, but she liked to think of him as such. He was the hybrid of a body guard and a bag boy, of course he would be staying at the Academy. Lurking around in the halls, but mostly he was there to carry her things from here to there, or so that's what Aurora deemed his reason for existing was. The tall bulky man didn't seem to mind, or if he did the staunch facial expression hid it perfectly.
Smiling at various students the purple haired teenager walked through her peers while ignoring the comments and snickers behind her back. Of course the majority of them would know who she was, and she had a mixture of fans, stalkers, and haters. The princess paid little attention to them as she was used to such things. Instead she was looking to see if she could find her old friend Faith. They had been there together last year at the school, and hopefully the blonde had returned, for Aurora's sake. And as luck would have it the princess spotted her, “Faith!” Aurora called out over the crowd before going to move her way over to her friend. “Faith! Over here!”
Unlike the blonde haired girl, Aurora was already wearing one of her uniforms, black skirt,emerald green top and her black pilot's jacket with red accents on the shoulders. So the Jacket was the only thing that was a normal part of her uniform, but it was still more than Faith's. Then again Aurora was also wearing a lovely pair of retro Jimmy Choo's which didn't scream military at all.
Cruising through space as slowly as it could a silver and yellow striped galactic space shuttle bus chugged it's way toward the The Royal Academy of the United Solar Empire. A place where people could learn to become a real solider and learn more then what they were learning on their own. Many of those upon the bus were going their to learn, while others were just their to either be a teacher or just do whatever they were doing. To Mariah this was just another adventure in a life filled with disappointments and near death experiences. She had tried to be the solider her family wanted, but instead of getting the basic training like normal soldiers did she decided to make a short cut and try to be the hero of the day. Instead of being a hero, she had been taken down by an enemy and nearly killed save for the stray bullet that had taken out her enemy. Injured, but close enough to the ridge where others that were on her side she nearly passed out before getting to them. As soon as one came up to her she had passed out.
Thinking that she would come out a normal human being, she was in fact more machine then human and had the robotic insides to prove it. One fact was that she had gone off in the scanners at the Spacial Airport to get onto the shuttle in the first place. Had to be dragged into another room, where minutes later a uniformed military officer escorted her out and told her to board the ship telling her there wouldn't be any further problems. Then again she was a military baby as she was called and was being sent to learn a few things so that she would be a favorable use to the military. In other words they made her and now she had to make up for what they had did for her. Learn some more robotic construction and make weapons and robotic stuff stronger then the enemy in hopes they could rule the galaxy. If she failed, the only alternative was to die and have her parts used on someone else that wouldn't fail. She could have just chosen to die on the battlefield, but no she had to live, only to be used and not be her own self. Freedom, she really didn't know what that meant and if she could find a way out she could, and if not she'd be a slave to the military until they had no more use for her.
Luckily she looked human, well at least she did until one looked at her curly and bright carrot colored hair with red stripes in it. This was one of her ways to fit in with some of the kids and not look like some military drone. Then again whatever mechanical liquid inside that they used to keep her alive was the real culprit of turning her hair the color that it was now. Some people had already made fun of her hair, but in the end all she had to do was break a wrist, an arm or a neck to prove that she wasn't someone to mess with. She really couldn't kill anyone unless it was self defense or they posed more then a single known threat. Sighing she waited until docking.
That's when the idiotic driver of the shuttle decided finally they were going to slow and sped up, only to crash into the back end of another shuttle. Oh, joy she was probably going to be late for her first day of finding wherever everything was and here she thought everything was going to go smooth for once.
Like anyone's day ever did.
Sitting in the overcrowded spacecraft with 50+ other students was Raiden, he was extremeley bored, his best friend who he spent his first year with at the school, didnt attend again. He was forced to stay, with the excellent progress he made, his family has high hopes of accomplishment for him. "Hello students this is your pilot speaking, we are approaching the hangar bay, we should touchdown in a few minutes, please refrain from standing, as the change in pressures, gravity, and movement, will sent you floating to the roof, thank you." Raiden picked his backpack from the lockers behind him, and checked to see if he had everything there. The spacecraft touched the ground of the hangar, making the seats bounce a little. "Finally, were here"
Once the shuttle landed, the pilot began to speak "Attention all, we have ju- but before he finished, Zane already used his enhanced speed to run out the door and saw all the people, new and old, of the Royal Academy of the United Solar Empire. "Another grand year to be at this academy." he said to himself as he looked around. He was already dressed in his uniform, the same as last year, but now he was a heavy trooper. Granted, he didn't plan to deal with heavy weaponry, but he still wanted to learn to be a trooper none the less. Now it was time for him to take care of his dormitory items and his room number. First though, he wanted t see if he could cause a little disorder.
This was something Zane wanted to do to start the year off. He planned to mix up some of the dorm assignments and a few other minor things, just for fun. He walked over to where someone handed out dorm assignments, depending on a computer to retrieve them. Once he was given his dorm assignment, he said thanks to the man and walked the trip to the dorm rooms.
It didn't take Zane very long to reach his dorm room, 110, and he slid his academy ID card and the door opened for him. He walked in, and looked around his room. It was still pretty standard to him at least. Two separate beds, two desks, one bathroom. A TV was also hung up on the wall, probably for announcements. He set his bags on the closest bed and reached into his backpack for a small black box.
This small box was something he refused to let out of his sight. It contained probably one of the most expensive things he bought in his life time and ever would be. He opened it and revealed a small gold digital watch, designed by a well known company from long ago, the name he forgotten. A computer company took their designs and made watch computers from them. Granted, it wasn't a very easy task to make super computer into watches, and they cost a fortune, but thankfully with a very well paying job over the break they had, he was able to afford one.
He placed the watch on his left arm, and it snapped into place without him doing anything else. He looked at the watch, and to anyone's eyes, it would looked like a normal digital watch. He knew the secret to turning the computer on though. He grabbed the sides of the watch and twisted it clockwise, opening up a small blue screen that projected off the watch. He placed one of his fingers on it and dragged it up to in front of him, expanding it to a larger screen he could read and type on.
Everything was laid out already on the screen. He used up much of his free time writing up programs and IP scramblers to get into the Academy servers this time. He wanted to test himself, to see if he could crack one of the toughest systems in the galaxy, especially since the changes.
He done something similar last year, towards the end of his first year, he decided to test his knowledge of computing and such to hack into the school's menu and change it to more desirable options for him. After staying up all night of using millions of different passwords of different lengths, he finally broke into the system. He was caught though quickly, as his IP was tracked to him. He was nearly expelled, but he managed to convince the Headmaster that if he could do what he did to their system, imagine what he could do to a weaker system such as the newly rising enemy.
And now here he was, getting ready to do what he called his entrance exam. He was going to hack into the new system and rearrange the dorm assignments. The headmaster is probably expecting him to try again, but he won't be as stupid this time. He moved all his programs into place, and launched it. A screen full of millions of 0's and 1'ss started to run on his screen, trying to get into the new system this year while changing his IP location to a different computer every one millionth of a second. He was sure this year, he wasn't going to get caught.
He closed down his screen back into his watch and twisted his watch back to normal, so only the digital clock was visible. It would take a little time for his program to successfully get into the system and change the dorm assignments. He figured he go into the training facility and past the time. He picked up his key card from his bed and left his room, now heading for the training area.
Public Name: Aaron Chole
Classified: Noric Sagan
Appearance: A young man, with experince within his dark blue eyes, like a midnight sky. His hair is kept short, a light shade of brown-red. Clean shaven, more out of default as the facial hair hasn't started to grow, or it was already genetically taken care of. Noric looks pretty average, in that walking into a crowd, he can disappear with everyone, only standing at 5'9, his frame is light but well toned, skin holds an even natural tan to it.
Faction: United Solar Empire
Rank/Class: Second Year/ Assassin
BioMods: Public: Enhanced Speeds, Multi-purpose Limbs Unknown:Cloaking
Aaron Chole is head strong, in that he wants to do things his way, knows how to get things done and unafraid to use force. Generally quiet and avoiding public situations, he works best from the shadows, and as such, his profession shows as much. The young man is devoted to the Crown, mostly to the King and Queen, but to the children next. He's never been placed in a situation to where he has to follow one rule over another, and while this most currant assignment has made him think of such, he'll worry about it when the time comes.
Who is Noric Sagan?
Noric Sagan, a name lost to almost all files save a few heavily encrypted ones within the USE database. Publicly, the boy died 12 years ago in a very bad car wreck with his parents. This was for show, and both his parents, and himself were removed from the system, separated, given new names and places to live. His parents, unknown to him of location or status is not a worry now. They were working with part of the cyber-division for the King and Queen, and given a special bonus to keep working unofficially on harder projects, and to do anything they wanted to one subject that would be than entrusted to their lords. They weren't aware at that time it was going to be their son.
He was reborn with the name Aaron Chole, a personal spy/body-guard/eye for the King and Queen of United Solar Empire, mainly to watch their youngest sibling Aurora Von Drake III. His training in the last twelve years could make most of what the academy will be going through look like nothing. But that's not his problem.
The boy is just about a genius, excels in many forms of close arm combat as well as long, has been schooled in history, biology, chemistry, the art of death, diplomacy, integration and shadowing, among many things.
This isn't the first mission he's gone on to watch over the Princess, but it would be the first for a long period of time, but with the ideas of rebellion on the verge of stampeding over a thin dam, the Royal family wouldn't want to take much chances. He was aware that the extended period of time may make it seem more obvious that he is there, but it would be something he'd have to work around.
His limbs contain a large number of things. Most simple, a knife and gun, on the back of his left hand a layer of "skin" slides down to reveal the family crest, a symbol of status and badge if you would, to receive assistance in just about any manner from law or anyone friendly to the crown. His right arm, if need be at dire situations, can be de-attached by a complex motion of twisting at the elbow and used as a serious piece of C-4. Garrote wire wired into one of the fingers of the left hand, the "spool" of two feet within the palm, individual fingers of either contain little things like screw driver heads, a micro torch, pen, ect.
The cloaking is not noted on his public file, and for all purposes, just like Noric, does not exists. This is hidden within the same mechanics that exist within his other modification of speed. A lot of money was put into him, and just as expected, a lot of results happen.
Off to work now, will edit/make a post when I get time/off from work.
Hitch Hiking to a party
Ivan Runewing :: Rykin Vorsh :: Sally Crane
Christian Wagner & [strike:21msqf2x]Jubadea[/strike:21msqf2x]
When most teenagers would grumble and roll over when summoned out of bed at an ungodly hour, Aniki bolted from her bed, scrambling for a weapon. She knew there was going to be another test of her skills before she even got to school, and apparently it started now. A masked assailant leapt at her from the cieling of her closet-sized room, a gun in hand, and a helpful little laser dot gleaming from atop the barrel.
There was not much room in her room, but there were plenty of weapons. The green-eyed girl reached for one and threw it, picking up its matching mates as her hand dropped back down. The walls bristled with knives, and Aniki had her choice of weapons. The throwing knives were first, light and delicate in her hand, each thrown with the sort of accuracy that even some gunslingers couldn't match. Her opponent dodged them all with catlike grace, and kept the gun trained on Aniki's bare chest.
Growling obscenities, Aniki lunged at her opponent in a feint that allowed her to close the gap between the two and bring a longer dirk into play. The gun was knocked away with a sharp hit to the radial bone of the arm it was attached to, skittering across the ground and sliding under Aniki's cot. She swung her arm high for the kill strike, her blade gleaming in the dim light of her night-lamp.
"Yer dead, 'Kina," Aniki growled, nicking the skin of her friend's throat with the tip of her blade.
Her only response was a laugh, and then a hasty order to pack up. The mercenary-ship had almost reached the school, and Aniki had another year to attend. Not that the troop of mercenaries who had picked her up last year instead of her parents had any need for her to improve her skills with knives, but there always was a need for someone at the school, even if it was made known that he or she was already a mercenary-pledge in training. Especially with a certain Princess in attendance, and in Aniki's year. Sure, Aniki had not wanted to return - what teen wanted to return to school when they knew they had already recieved a better training? Certainly not the teen who had already managed to earn herself the moniker of "Reaper" at such an early age.
But it had been decided, and with the efficiency of a mercenary, Aniki packed all her belongings, knives included, and donned her uniform for the year - a simple black long-sleeved shirt, as tight as possible tucked into her, olive-green cargo pants, and layered with an equally drab-colored olive-green vest, lined with kevlar, just in case.
She hefted her bags - one hard-backed suitcase, filled with soft foam and a plethora of knives, and a simple backpack carrying the rest of her supplies, and headed towards the cargo hold. She passed by a few other mercenaries on her way there, all of them above her in rank, but only through technicality. Aniki traded jibes with a few, throwing out casual insults to those that invited them, and muted farewells to her few friends on board.
It was Kina, the woman who had attacked her earlier, with a bandage 'round her throat and a distinct twinkle in her eye. The cargo bay's door was open, even as the ship prepared to dock. Aniki glared at the woman, but stepped forward anyway. She had a feeling this would happen. The smirk on the elder woman's face gave it away. Both of Aniki's bags were thrown out of the ship, landing with a clunk on the ground below. Aniki looked over the edge, and then back to Kina.
"I hate you."
Kina shrugged, and shoved Aniki out of the still-hovering craft, via the open cargo hold. Cursing emphatically at her superior, Aniki righted herself mid-air, and leapt forward into a calculated roll as soon as her toes touched the ground. A good test of her readiness, but a really crappy way to get out of a ship. The almost-mercanary stood, dusted her knees off and collected her bags.
The mercenary craft was already flying away, with Kina laughing hysterically as the hatch closed.
"I hate her," Aniki mumbled to her shoes as she hefted her duffle and headed off to sign in and get her room assingment.
Aaron was already in the hanger, standing off to a side as the Luxury shuttle landed gracefully. He was a clam amidst a storm of commotion and activity. Sharp eyes watched the shuttle doors open and the lithe figure of the Princess step out, purple hair like a banner waving with each step she took hanging over the jacket that signifies a pilot. Behind her, was the excuse of a body guard they gave her, Harold, toting her bags like a good little servant. It's not that he wasn't competent, but against someone with skill..
Hell, he mused to himself, The princess could probably even take the man.
If Aaron was any different, he probably would have sneered at the idea, having seen at least twelve different ways to take out both of them.. but that was his job, and it was to make sure that none of them happened. For public relations, the long armed overly hairy man would do his job well. As long as Chole did his job, neither would ever know he was there to do what he was there for. As he followed the pair into the main hanger bay, where shuttle buses were landing and unloading people, he recounted in his head, her room number, along with the list of classes she was to be enrolled in. Yes, that may changes, but he'd receive update about it.
The assassin looked like every other student there, dark gray thick shirt with the inner lining fitted with Kevlar, had a pair of black stripes only a few inches long on each shoulder. Comfortable fitting pants of similar design, their black stripes existed at the thighs, but they went around the pants. One arm carried a large thin bag holding his rifle, his duffel bag on his bag. outfit with a pair of black stripes on each shoulder. Dark blue eyes watched the crowds, as he stayed far enough away as not to draw attention, but close enough to keep her in sight, and reaction distance if needed.
One of his fingers twitched a little as she screamed out, but mind spoke quicker than reactions that the name she was calling out for was someone she was associated with in the past. His steps slowed as he took into the area, keeping the princess in sight as she tried to gain her friend's attention.
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