Eye of the Storm (Steampunk RP)

[Helter Skelter]

(OOC: Guess I'll post just as Aliana for now to help time pass)

"Again its alright and yes, I was dropped off a few hours ago. I was lucky Michael was out there or else I probably wouldn't have made it here.", Aliana straightened up her clothing, the time she spent on the engineer's lap and then the fall had caused them to crease up enough to cause an uncomfortable feeling. "So, what exactly do you do around here?", she asked trying not to sound too intrusive; Terret was still thinking of Michael's offer to live with him and his brother, but if she accepted she would need a job or some sort of income as to repay him. "Also, what are those vehicles they were riding?", she threw in to try and knock at two inquiries at once.

[Saorii-Chan]

"So you really are new here." She smiled. "Well, I write the news for the town announcer. It's not really a big nor great job, but it was the best I could get. Oh, and I also arbitrate the races and write about the results for the town announcer. Again, nothing all that great, but oh well..." She chuckled at herself.

Elena giggled at the questions. She pulled Aliana by the hand to take a better look at the Storm Chasers.
"Here, the main sport is Storm Racing, that consists of people ridding their Storm Chasers.... Those big vehicles you were just talking about..." She explained pointing over to them. "To the Eye of the storm, you know, the center." Turning her gaze back to Aliana she chuckled. "The Storm Chasers are built especially to endure the storms, so if you ever want to join a race don't go with just anything. Michael and Raider are Storm Chasers too, just so you know!"

[Bow-Bow-Kun]

Mack had ran as fast as he could to warn Raider's father. Busting through his door Raiders dad sat in the large couch scratching his stubbly chin.
"Leader..." he panted, "Raider has..."
"I know Mack. I heard the overdrive." he replied.
Mack saluted quickly noticing his mistake of not doing so.
Raider's father stood up and walked over to his garage door, "Susano. The name of a god in a civilisation passed- his daughter was Suseri- god of thunder and lightning. Raider will be fine." he said as he looked at the old chaser in the back. Walking then over to a small wardrobe he opened it revealing a picture of a woman, "Isn't that right, Annalise." he added staring intently at the picture.
He turned to mack, "Go join the guard. I shall be out shortly.With that Mack left to help the others.
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Name- Archer Cygnart
Age- 31
Race- Human
Appearance- http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/20...va-d4naua3.jpg
Personality- Pretty much like Raider, a happy go lucky an easy going guy who loves life even out in the desert. A loving father and wise man- though many find it hard to believe. A romantic person but has become quieter having lost his wife.
Occupation- Leader of Red Cliff
History- He and Raider have always shared a very close bond. His wife Annalise was pregnant with Raider at the time when they were exiled. Archer has always felt like he was the cause for it being a rebel at heart and was leading a group of people to help the townspeople ending up getting into a big fight with city guard, revealing the groups work. This obviously lead to exile. Since then Raider was born out in the desert with the nomads and Annalise died at birth due to the lack of medical assistance and Archer could only watch as her tight grasp loosened a she left his life forever. Falling to tears like the child with him, he made a promise to make sure he became a great man and look after him.
Since then he became a storm rider and invented the sport with machines instead of on foot like the nomads. He fights with bladed knuckle dusters that have been his family heirloom and plans to one day pass them on to his son.
Weapons of choice- http://www.mycuteshop.com/images/sto...enchKnife2.jpg

[Helter Skelter]

"You write the news?", Aliana asked tilting her head rather surprised such a small town would need a printed publication; Thinking about it brought back memories from when she had first come across Serina, Jamey, and Merrik. They were looking to bring justice to the people who were exiled while she was only involved for the mystery that surrounded it, eventually she began to develop the same intentions but it occurred too late. She straightens herself up before speaking again, "I was a publicist back in Republic, is there any chance I might be able to get a job doing the same thing?" Her questions about storm racing would have to wait, a chance for her to obtain employment beat out all the little things she was curious about.

[Faithy]

Name: Amily Jayse
Age: 19
Race: Human
Appearance: http://i44.tinypic.com/xbxqw4.jpg

Amily changes her look more than most people due to her profession. Beautiful blues eyes peer intently out between elongated lashes. Strands of dark brown locks flutter against the sides of her face, the rest spreading out across her shoulders in order to rest against her lower back. Her flesh is a beautiful tan shade, one that was obviously natural. Even if one were to look closely, not a single imperfection could be seen anywhere on her flesh. Her lips are full, pouty and beautifully sculpted. At first impression, the very young looking female would appear too dainty to be a fighter. Standing at five foot ten, her exotic frame is often used as a form of seduction. Every curve and strategically placed body part is there for a reason and she uses her looks as a deceiver. Though she doesn’t have bulky muscles, every inch of her is toned. She has a butterfly tattoo on the right side of her waist. The butterfly colors consist of reddish-pink, blue, light blue, black, purple and light purple. Two dragons are tattooed on the back of each shoulder-blade, the two tats mirroring the other perfectly. The right one has the energy kanji symbol while the left has the power kanji symbol. The main parts of the dragons are red, though they are outlined in black. Each of the kanji symbols is black with red outlines.

Personality:

The moment Amily was born, her mother announced that her little angel had been brought forth to save her father. Mainly however, her personality all depended on who was asked. Her bastard of a father claimed she was a whore because she wasn’t a male. He of course will be explained more in her history, as will her mother. If she were to describe herself, she would only deny the things said about her by her father, and would add that she was stubborn and always got what she wanted. The angelic traits that her mother witnessed in her never really surfaced. She normally kept to herself, since her line of work pretty much declared it too dangerous to get close to others. However, deep down she was a kind woman, who didn’t kill anyone unless they truly deserved it. At least, she tried to be that woman at first. Now however, she is colder towards people, and doesn’t let her feelings (or doesn’t have any feelings left) keep her from killing her targets.

Occupation: Assassin and more.
History:

Since the moment Amily was born in the Republic City, her father Markus constantly told her that she was a massive mistake. He oozed with distain towards her and she lost count of the number of times he attempted to assassinate her. Juliana, her mother was the only caring immediate family member she had. If Amily was a mistake, Juliana never mentioned it. In fact, whenever Markus spoke against Amily, her mother faced his wrath and rebutted him. Of course, this made the controlling man rather pissed off and ultimately led to Juliana’s downfall. The jerk hired a hit man to kill the two females in his life, but the idiot wasn’t a professional. Instead of hitting either one, he nailed one of the servants in the head. The poor man was found floating in a nearby lake, his body missing important pieces. The next assassin that was hired was an expert marksman and though he missed the twelve year old, her mother wasn’t as lucky. Wanting to get revenge for the death of the only person (aside from servants) to love the young girl, Amily began to train with a prestigious group to become an assassin. Once she was able to kill up close without getting hurt, she went after her father to make him pay.

When she turned sixteen, it was decided that the man that called himself her father was going to die. Every night around eight O’clock he settled himself down in the den, drank many glasses of his own special formula while his hired prostitutes would pleasure him on his command. Amily knew that around midnight, he would be passed out drunk and the bitches would be long gone, each locating a servant to cure their horny bodies. So, it was around one that the vengeful female made her way into his room with torturous thoughts rampaging through her mind. She was wearing clothing she stole from one of his business associates and was wearing a pair of gloves to keep her prints from appearing anywhere in the room. To keep him from moving, she tied his wrists and ankles to the bedposts, using his own belts. Once she was confident that he was secure, she gagged his mouth with a pillow case. Knowing that it would be more satisfactory for her if he was awake, Amily slapped him until Markus struggled to open his eyes. A number of emotions slid across his eyes, easily read by her. This of course pleased her immensely. When he realized he was tied down and gagged, the verbally abusive male used all of his strength to try and break free. He quickly found out that he couldn’t and though he didn’t quit immediately, it was obvious in his facial expression that he knew he was doomed.

Picking up a dagger from the nightstand, Jayse traced it down her father’s neck. His discomfort made a sinister grin appear upon her face and without warning; she cut open his shirt, exposing his muscled chest. Whatever was going through his mind wasn’t even close to what was drifting through hers. The edge of the weapon pressed against him, the tip beginning just below his throat. Before he could even scream, she had forced the blade through his skin and flesh, forcing the thing as deep as she could while cutting down to his navel. Blood spewed from the wound, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy her. She was soon making deep gashes on his arms, legs, and sides, ignoring his muffled screaming. The more she cut, the more he shouted and begged for her to stop. His pathetic sound made her want to do more, which she did. The sheets, floor, and of course her body was covered in crimson goodness. Since the area around his intestines was shredded, she decided to disembowel him. Once his guts were spewed outside of his body, she moved back to his chest. Repositioning the knife above his heart, the assassin made a crude circle and cut out the flesh until the exposed beating organ could be seen. Realizing it was hidden behind the ribcage, Amily quickly broke the bones in her way, yanking them out of her way. Reaching down, she yanked it out, holding it in her hand for a brief second.

Leaving his dead corpse, Amily calmly walked into her bathroom, showering in order to clean the blood off her. After she was clean, dry, and of course, dressed in sleeping clothes, she snuck the clothes, and the heart back into another man's house. Leaving the evidence, Amily went back home, stopping at a secret place. Hiding the dagger in with the rest of her assassin items, she headed back home. Once situated, she called the police. She was able to convince them that a revengeful associate of her father had entered his room and killed him. They of course believed her and she soon inherited everything. The house was burned and a brand new mansion was built in its place. Though she rarely stays at home, thanks to her profession, she is always happy to return to it. It wasn’t long however before she was thrown out of the city due to some mishap that had nothing to do with her. Now, she was on her own in Red Cliff, searching for someone that she once loved from her past.


Weapons of choice:

Amily has a huge sword that has a sapphire-shaped diamond in the center of it. The sword straps across her back in a sheathe that runs along her spine.

She also has the dagger she used to kill her father. This special memorable weapon is kept against her back, the straps hooking into her belt, which also holds her sword.

Short swords - They are short enough to fit on the underside of her arm [elbows down to the wrists] and are easily brought out of the vambraces with a flick of her wrists.

Specialized gun that can travel a long distance with great precision.

Storm Chaser - Terpsichorean

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Stretching a little, Amily adjusted her position upon her storm rider while zipping through the desert sands. She wasn’t sure exactly where she was going, but knew that her target had to be around the location since he hadn’t been in the last three places she was told he would be at. She was asked to do this job because she was one of the best within the city as well as in Red Cliff, but this was starting to irritate her. Of course, there wouldn’t be any quitting, but if she didn’t find the man soon, she was going to have to head in to get more supplies. That would cost her countless hours however, which would put her in an even fouler mood than she currently happened to be in.

“Ugh, this is extremely obnoxious. He has to be somewhere around here…”

Arching a brow at a slight flash, Amily stopped her vehicle and dug around her pack for a pair of specialized binoculars. Looking through them, she couldn’t help but grin at the sight of the man who was supposed to be her target. She knew it was him because of the wings spread out across his back. However, there was an issue because of the sink holes, which meant she wasn’t going to be able to ride as recklessly as she normally did, but it was still doable. Putting the binoculars away, she sped towards the man. Stopping once again, she pulled out her gun and aimed it towards his left leg. She figured his wings were probably strong enough to withstand the shot, but hopefully the leg wasn’t.

“Hope he doesn’t fly away…” Shrugging, she fired off a shot and took off towards him once again. Little did she know that the target was also the very person she had been looking for all this time.

[Axion]

Kyle suddenly got an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach, the one he usually got when something bad was going to happen. He flapped his wings to get him a better look at the area, a bullet passing right where his knee was a few seconds earlier. From his wings, a customized pair of binoculars shot out and wrapped around his forehead. It had cost him a small fortune to have that feature added onto his mech prats, but it was well worth it. He scanned the area, looking for the source of the bullet. When he found the woman, he could not help but to stare a bit. She was attractive, very much so. He shook his head a bit, now focusing on the face that she shot at him.

"Guess she is either an assassin or mercenary, or she is family of someone I killed. Either way, time to test out the upgrades to this Gatling gun."

He pointed his mech arm at the woman, a smirk forming on his face as the barrels began to rotate. a split second later, bullets began flying from the multiple barrels toward their intended target.

[Saorii-Chan]

Elena stared at Aliana for a moment and then looked up at the sky.
"I don't know, maybe... This is a pretty small town all they needed was the announcer, they only hired me to write the news out of pity, I think. Well, that and the fact that the announcer can't right things that actually make sense." She said crossing her arms and shrugging.
"But we can always give it a try." A hopeful smile formed on her lips as she looked at Aliana. "But if they do accept you you'll probably be the last one in the news business. At least until the town starts to grow again." She chuckled at her own words. "Do you want to go see the announcer right now, or would you rather wait for Michael to come back?"

[Helter Skelter]

A feeling of hopefulness grew within her, if only slightly, she did really care about the minor details if they allowed her to work; The thought of being poor on top of being homeless was unbearable to her since she had never been without either before. Elena finished her explanation with a choice Aliana couldn't answer right away, Michael had told her it would be sometime before the other man and himself would be back and was the one that suggested she stay with in the company of the girl until then, but the thought of putting something like this above her friends safety made her uncomfortable. After hesitating for a few moments she finally gave her answer developing an unsure smile.

"Michael and Raider said they would be back much later...I guess paying the announcer a visit wouldn't hurt, it would help pass the time even if I don't get the job."

[Bow-Bow-Kun]

Hearing gunshots, Archer rushed outside to here what was going on. The open desert would carry the sound, so it may be further away, regardless he heard what was a gattling gun; not a frequent weapon out here.
He looked back at the house and thought about riding Susano. "Maybe not." he said grinning. Looking around Red Cliff he didn't see any major panic, only a few people questioning the noise that was heard.
Heading to the main entrance area past townspeople who greeted him happily he bumped into two girls, Elena for a start, one of the young ladies of the small settlement and someone new.
"Elena, good to see you." he said to her cheerfully, "You here the noise?" he asked. He turned to Aliana, "And who is this? A new member of our little home?"
Holding Aliana's hand he kissed it and looked at her; the rough looking guy grinned in his unique way as his odd hairdo flicked slightly in the wind, "I'm Archer Cygnart, might I say you look lovely, my dear, what is your name?" Always, always he had to mess around a bit, even in times of danger. He never meant anything serious by it, his heart belonged to Annalise despite not being married to her before she died.

[Saorii-Chan]

Elena giggled. "I guess it would." She spoke but as she was about to speak again her voice was interrupted by the sound of gunshots.
"W-What the..?!" She yelped looking around seeing some people peeking out wondering where the sound came from. As if Elena wasn't now alert enough, she felt somebody bump against her and Aliana and turned around.
"Archer..." She sighed relieved that it wasn't somebody who would be a threat to her and Aliana. Everybody in town addressed Archer as... well, Archer! He had made it very clear that 'mister' wasn't in his vocabulary, and he always acted friendly towards everyone so it was just normal to not be formal with him. "Yes, we heard it loud and clear." Elena nodded. "Do you have any idea of who or what might have caused it?" She asked and then turned to Aliana with her arms crossed and a grin on her lips. It was clear that she was trying not to laugh.
"This is Aliana." Elena spoke signaling at Aliana with her hand.

[Briar Rose]

(Still okay if I join?)
Name- Airlia Darylen
Age- 18
Race- Human
Appearance- Airlia
Personality- She likes to explore no matter how big the espacade is. Most of her spare time is spent trying to invent new things. She is stubborn and impatient but she is also insightful and caring. She can be nosy at times but she has a quieter side that she only shows when she is in deep thought.
Occupation- Inventor and storm rider
History- Refuses to talk about her dark times in Republic city. Even though she has family left that live in the city, she says otherwise. To her, she has no family.
Weapons of choice- Storm Rider, Wraith Uses her rifle Silversteam for long range, and her sword Cogs for short range.

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Airlia walked around with her rifle hitched on her back and her sword sheathed on her right hip. She was trying to find a town to get in on some of the action. She had been isolated in her home for nearly a month, plus she needed to buy some metal parts for her new invention.

She walked into town and hissed in annoyance, "This is why I hate towns... So noisy," Normally she wouldn't have a problem with the noise but right then she felt a bit anti-social. Airlia walked right past the gate entrance to the city, trying to find a shop but she was hopelessly lost as soon as she saw how many buildings there were. This is going to be hopeless, She thought to herself. She saw a group of people talking, two women and one man.

Airlia walked up to them, "Excuse me, sorry to interrupt but I was looking for a shop, or perhaps some place where I can find out what's been going on?"

[Helter Skelter]

A red tint began to develop on Aliana's face, before turning into a full blown blush, "Yes, I'm Aliana T...Te...Terret.", she answered rather awkwardly surprised by Archer's mannerism. The sound of gunshots seemed to deafen as she pulled away her hand shyly. "What do you do in this city?", she asked him trying not to appear rude, her eyes occasionaly darting between Elena to the Archer and rarely towards the desert. While she awaited an reply a voice came from her side, it was another girl but she appeared to not be from Red Cliff as indicated by her question.

[Faithy]

While she was searching for the man, Amily went through every scenario that could possibly happen. It was her type of personality to over think everything and sometimes that was a downfall to her, but generally things went alright. She figured he wouldn’t be unarmed, but figured he would be dead long before he was even able to fire back at her. In her preparations however, she didn’t even think about what to do if the target had wings, which was probably why she ended up aiming at his knee instead of something more obvious like his noggin. Now, even as she sped towards him, she knew that the shot was a mistake and she should have waited a bit longer.

“If you botch this up, Amily, you’re going to be targeted yourself. You idiot…”

Snorting to herself, Jayse ended up weaving back and forth, dodging sink holes and anything else that tended to pop up in this part of the desert. What she wasn’t expecting was that he had been able to target her thanks to having his own pair of binoculars and she didn’t even realize he was shooting at her until the sand to the left of her suddenly began flying in a very distinct pattern. Well, at least he wasn’t flying away, right? Swearing, she jerked her bike to the right, moving away from the potentially dangerous bullets. She couldn’t shoot at him again, not having to dodge bullets, so now she was kind of s.o.l.

“Don’t want to die, but I don’t want to fail either! Damn it, damn it, damn it!”

Grabbing out a white piece of cloth, she held it up above her head, waving it back and forth. It was meaning she was giving up, but only for the moment. She really didn’t want to be filled with holes from his gun, so giving up was her only option. She kept moving however, not sure if he was someone that allowed another to surrender. Hoping that he would stop shooting at her, Amily continued to wave the white cloth back and forth in clear view.

[Bow-Bow-Kun]

Archer smiled and simply replied, "I'm the leader here. I'm Raider's father."
Seeing he caused disturbances to Aliana, he knew she'd be fun to mess with maybe in the future, "Well that's a lovely name, Aliana. I'm glad to have you here.... you're here alone?"
Before she could reply someone had bimbled into Red Cliff asking about shops and news, seeing th rifle Archer was wary of her, she seemed quite casual.
"Another little angel strolls into our humble home. We have a metal and artifact saleswoman, my lady and if you need anything about news around these parts ask Elena here." he said patting Elena on the back.
"So my dear, who are you? Were you exiled as well?" he questioned.
The gunshots seemed to have died down.

[Saorii-Chan]

"Ahem!" Elena cleared her throat. "Don't... erm.... Don't traumatize Aliana, ok?" She spoke to Archer still trying not to laugh until she heard a soft voice ask something and then turned around.
The girl in front of them turned out to be Airlia, the antisocial storm rider\inventor.
"Trying to get rid of me? Too bad, Michael told her to hang around me. Besides you're the leader here!" She said crossing her arms but then eyed Airlia once more with a guilty look. "Damn..." She sighed. "Fine, I'll update her." Elena was feeling kind of frustrated now, seeing that she wanted to wait for Raider to come back, but she was going to help a person that she had wanted to meet for a while now.
"As you know, I'm Elena. Elena Nicklehurst. And I know you're Airlia." She smiled.