| feel me in the aftermath when you learn the world has teeth |
This Colorless Clan strain clawed his way up from the slums of Piros to Lilla, where he sells himself at the Purple Clan's brothel. Dez is a rather odd and mysterious creature, soft-spoken and filled with secrets. His glaringly abnormal appearance makes him quite memorable, albeit rather intimidating.
ORIGIN | COLORLESS CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | twenty-two |
GENDER |  Male |
SEXUALITY | pansexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | courtesan & informant |
POSTS |  8 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 31, 2015 20:38:54 GMT -5 ♔
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This mission, like many storybook quests for adventure, would begin in a boisterous tavern during the hours of a cool, late afternoon. However, this was hardly an event which was worthy to go down in songs and epic tales. They were simply rescuing a strain they knew... A strain with an awful habit of getting himself in trouble on a fairly regular basis.
Desmond, with his tall figure cloaked to avoid trouble, was sitting at a table with three individuals who appeared to be human: a sellsword, a young woman, and a king. Star certainly had a bizarre collection of friends. While Dez had waited for them all to arrive, he patiently entertained himself by picking apart a loaf of bread and popping the small pieces into his mouth.
"My lords and lady, as I understand it, everyone here has a basic understanding of the situation," the strain eventually spoke. He leaned in towards the table so that his voice could better reach the others over the commotion of the regular tavern patrons, not bothering to feign his regular pet-like ignorance, "I've learned that Starling was kidnapped by someone in a strain fighting ring. Tonight's tournament is in the hull of the Aeon, which is docked right across from this tavern." A tattooed finger pointed towards the direction of the vessel before picking off another bit of bread.
"Since I don't have any solid information about how many people will be there or where exactly Star is being held, I thought it might be best if we entered under the guise of participants. So..." he lightly pulled down the neck of his cloak for a moment to reveal a leather collar binding him to a chain link leash, "I'll be your ticket inside. Or... at least one of your tickets. I have my doubts that one strain will be enough for three people, so... I have a second collar if one of you is willing to play the part. Just know that neither of us will be able to accomplish nearly as much as the human masters." It wasn't as if he'd have much, if any freedom of movement while in there. After all, he was a strain walking into one of the most unfriendly possible environments towards strains. Most of his efforts would have to go towards saving his own skin.
"If that plan is acceptable to you all, I suggest we go sooner rather than later, since there's no saying when Star will be forced to fight."
ooc: Posting order listed above /o/ In a perfect world, I'd like to get everyone in the ship during the second posting round so Star has something to do |D
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ORIGIN | SILVER CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | 26 |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
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POSTS | 20 |
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♔ Posted on Jan 31, 2015 23:03:23 GMT -5 ♔
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A letter was given to the male during the end of his work day which had been something that was not only out of the blue, but given his other job as a Sellsword he was absolutely sure he was being given a job. Raising a brow to the messenger and the letter, he took it with no qualms and walked back into the shadows of his store to the waaay back where he did most of his "business". Opening the letter he had almost slammed his face into the table before grunting and throwing the letter somewhere and walking into a closet," Son of a bitch...," this was something he would have to deal with and the job was now taken. Grabbing a long jacket and his knives he walked to a little box and grabbed a roll of bandages, wrapping it around his neck to hide the mark of the silver from those around him. Being prepared for the job ahead he had finally left out through the back entrance of the shop and headed towards the tavern where he would meet up with the "group".
After what was considered to be fifteen or twenty minutes of walking, he finally found himself in front of the meeting place and walked in being pointed to the area in which there was a cloaked...guy? and a table where he simply sat down and waited for the others or what he assumed to be others. Yuuki sat there in his idle boredom playing with a small knife to pass the time, his eyes occasionally floating up to the cloaked person for a second before going back down to the knife. After everyone had finally came in and took their seats, he sat the knife into the table with ease and listened to what had been told to him in silence before simply nodding.
The situation was pretty cut and dry, Star had been taken by some idiots that liked to make strains fight one another on a boat not too far from here and their job was to get the awkward male back. Simple save and rescue mission which he could do but there were other things he needed to ask. Before he could though the option of a second person becoming one of the "Strains" came up and he clicked his fingers across the table before shrugging and speaking up," I'll take it... Given i'm the closest at the table at looking somewhat like a strain it wouldn't be hard," given what...the odd yellow eyes of his, he could have been mistaken for one easily. That not being the case he would continue on his thoughts," So its simply a rescue...nothing else?," if there had indeed been nothing else then he would have grabbed the color and put it onto his neck, feeling a bit...weird about this but luckily none that he knew would be able to see this male wearing one.
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| Here in this abyss I lay in wait, turn back stranger the living mustn't mingle here. |
ANISE AGNELIUS'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | RED CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | 18 |
GENDER |  Female |
SEXUALITY | Pansexual |
STATUS | |
JOB(S) | apprentice herbalist |
POSTS | 19 |
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♔ Posted on Feb 1, 2015 4:28:36 GMT -5 ♔
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| ""ANGEL with a shotgun;;"" ...This was bound to happen. She repeated it over and over again scanning through the small note held within her petite hands, a crow sat casually by the window pane. Eyeing her with its beaded eyes, as through it was thinking of numerous other things it could be doing instead idly sitting in a blank office room that smelled strongly of ink and paper, numerous stacks of paperwork filled the brown wood desk, numerous folders each labeled different sat stacked hazardously on the shelves, some lay on the ground half open, some of its contents sticking out.
This was a normal day in the office of her skimming through and filing the cursed paperwork her brother left for them to do. Actually more of them taking the burden off the red king’s back so he could concentrate on other clan affairs that needed to be looked into... it’s obviously what in her words, cursed them into the hellish plane of battling an opponent that had no death no. Paperwork had no death it... knows how to multiply, groaning the young girl sat up on the chair then without a word slammed her forehead in a loud thud on the hard surface of the desk.
“Stupid, damn, bloody, fox.” She swore mutinously. Now no one ever heard the young woman swore. The young girl that was considered to be a doll in the group and the current apple in the eyes of the red king. Well her brother hadn’t her swear either, this marked the occasion for doing so while she was alone with just a crow unwillingly keeping her company.
Considering how trouble glued itself onto the man this shouldn’t come as a surprise what irked the child the most was... that every time he managed to get his tail in a pinch it’s often her that comes to bail him out. No matter how Nise wanted to ignore the cry for help on behalf of their missing friend she couldn’t ignore it. She couldn’t place the note on the desk without the jarring figure of hesitation looming over her shoulders.
Should she ignore it? Tempting, oh the temptation was there waiting for her to take the bait in the form of the paperwork that needed to be filed for the day but at the same time it also served as another temptation to run over and help her... disaster stricken friend. Oh the choices running through her mind.
“Star... I’m going to strangle you for this.” A sigh dripping in exasperation left her lips, pushing her way out of the chair she grabbed a nearby pen and paper, scribbling a short note of her absence before tossing it on the desk, and another to answer the message sent by that strange individual. Don’t get her wrong, she wanted to know who sent the SOS signal to them, and why them?
A tiny drop of paranoia began rising in her throat but she pushed it back, hoping against the humor of the gods that the fox hadn’t gotten himself into too deep of a trouble she made her way towards the door to head to her room to prepare.
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Three hours since she received the note, then another three to head over to over to Lilla, thanking the gods for connections in traveling or this might as well be the closest thing to a hellish walking time. She jumped down the cart, carb in a loose cloak that hid most of her features the young girl was quick to pull down the hood from her interfering with her eye sight. The place was just as she remembered it to be, oozing in the air of booze and the faint smell of business life. Her nose crinkled in mild distaste as her ears rang with the loud cries of the barkers advertising certain business. Business or pleasure this was the mark of the city but this time she was here purely for business. Sharp eyes scanned the area, eyeing each sigh she passed through as she duck through the heavy stream of people walking through the dirt encrusted road. She stopped, seeing the door marking a tavern right ahead of her, the child’s head veered towards the sign the fishing out the paper within her pockets she glanced back at it then back towards the sign. Seems like she found the damn place. A breath of relief swept from her lips as she slinked inside, looking around till her eyes landed on another cloaked individual with others clearly already sitting along the round table. Making her way towards them, she just hoped she had the right group. The cloaked one seems to be the instigator from the way he’s positioned and the angle of how he spoke, she tapped his shoulder, discreetly showing him the note before taking her seat beside a the red headed man. Her attention stilled latched onto the dark haired one with the strange eyes. “...Lemme get this straight... the damn fox managed to land himself in an illegal underground ring this time?” She wanted to make sure she heard her ears right as it drowned the other noises from the drinking patrons. She couldn’t have heard him right did she? Star in an underground STRAIN fighting ring? The notion made her stomach curl in discomfort. The damn idiot was going to cost her being revealed as one at this rate. No no, she tried shaking the jarring thoughts from her mind. It wasn’t easy... it still keep coming back. Their plan was a simple infiltration scheme of them entering the place as contenders, Nise some of the risk involve but to be honest this sounded like one of the most sound route they could take.
“There’s risk involve here...” She softly added her two cents in trying to keep her voice low so it couldn’t be heard by anyone else outside their group. “But ironically that’s one of the most sound way we could get in.” She added casting a look over to both the dark haired man and the red headed one that volunteered to be the second strain. Ironic wasn’t it? She was one but at the same time she didn’t look like one.
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The resident Priest of Chrysos, and the current Red King of the Red Clansmen. He is a generally kind and compassionate young man who offers aid to the people, and is working to build up the reputation and respect of the Red Clan in a more positive light. But do not be fooled by his general demeanor, as he is also known to be arrogant, condescending, and just overall, unpleasant at times. LUCIFER STELLAM'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | RED CLAN |
POSITION | KING |
AGE | 24 |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Homosexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | PRIEST |
POSTS | 6 |
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♔ Posted on Feb 1, 2015 21:59:08 GMT -5 ♔
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 Notes Lucifer is not pleased | Lord In Heaven...give me the strength not to kill mine own kin Burdens of a KingA letter came to him shortly after he held a sermon at the Church in Chrysos, its contents containing information on a certain strain who always seemed to worm his way into trouble one manner or another. Yes...the fox known as Starling was once again in trouble. The young priest would pinch the bridge of his nose and groan in annoyance. "Why...How am I not surprised...?" he questioned out loud, wavering the friar who brought him the letter to tend to his duties. Even though it didn't quite fall directly in line with the priest, Lucifer had to admit that the old saying was true - "There's no rest for the wicked". He would grab his cloak and bag, as well as conceal his armaments if need be as he prepared himself to travel to the City of Lilla. As one would expect, the meeting place would be held in the city's local tavern. After all, where else would one to go when information is being brokered? Upon his entry, it wouldn't take long to distinguish which table would be hosting the individual who sent the letter, as well as anyone who may have answered their call. How so? Simple. Lucifer was able to discern a certain sister of his from among the crowd - one that he wasn't expecting to be out and about outside of Chrysos, though was not exactly surprised either. She had a habit of going against his wishes of venturing out into reaches of the world where numerous untold dangers could be waiting around every corner. Though, she was of age to be considered a grown woman, so there wasn't much he could do, especially when she tended to go out on her own regardless. Even with all of this in mind, he could not help but let his face tighten into a mild scowl, the phrase, "If looks could kill" coming to mind. He'd step forward and lightly place a hand upon Anise's shoulder, only squeezing tightly for a split second to let her know he was present. That was usually all it took in this type of situation. A very subtle way of him letting her know that he was vastly displeased without speaking. He'd turn his attention to the one addressing the group in its entirety, informing them all that Starling had somehow been kidnapped and forced into and underground strain fighting ring. This was something that was unfortunately very common among some cities of Raduga - something that Lucifer was working on eliminating over time. Though his findings proved that this type of heresy ran deep within society, a sad sign that the people of Raduga were in a much more desperate need of cleansing than he could have imagined. The dark-haired one suggested offering himself up as part of the bait for the plan to be successfully executed. Though, when another with bright yellow eyes offered himself up to take place as the other "strain", an idea occurred in Lucifer's mind. The other man did in fact have rather peculiar eyes, though, if looks were going to be all it took, the priest may as well take a gamble as well. "That won't be necessary, my Son..." he would say, the hand upon Anise's shoulder reaching up to pull down the hood of his cloak, his gold and silver eyes fluttering open with a sly smile upon his lips. "While I may be no Strain, I suspect the underground public wouldn't know any better. After all, great surprises can come in the simplest of forms." |
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Lost and confused the poor Starling has no idea who he is since he lost his memory. But at least he knows he is one heck of a Black and Lock Smith. Though this Strain is a bit out there and likes to do his own thing. STARLING SATHE'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | RED CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | 22 |
GENDER | |
SEXUALITY | Pan |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | Blacksmith & Locksmith |
POSTS | 52 |
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♔ Posted on Feb 1, 2015 22:52:03 GMT -5 ♔
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◤ | ◥ |  like you always say, | "safe travels, don't die." |
The Fates must of really had sick sense of humor or horribly bored when they created the small strain and placed him upon this earth. They might of given him looks, skills, and a brain to allow him to have some wit but they sure as hell damned him with the worst luck imaginable. Every time he thought he had something going for him someone just had to stir the pot a little too hard. The Starling had a habit of going out to the docks to clear his mind and think when the Saint’s Pleasure got too busy or loud. He did have quite the bit on his mind lately.
There was Hessat making him stay busy, Dez teasing him about that damn dress still and lastly Anise. The small girl that shared the marking he did on his ear. It boggled his mind and the more he tried to make sense of it the more he felt a migraine coming on. Right when he thought his head was going to return to normal and he could return to his room the day got a bit more complicated. Before he knew it he was fighting his way from a group of individuals and would lose. He was lucky enough to have his own weapons on him that night but unlucky enough to be captured. Where he was being taken he didn’t know as one saw it fit to knock him out. Though that had been sometime ago
Which brings about now to his current condition, leaning back in a small steel cage that was used to house animals rather then people. His heels where pressed up against the bars with a rather annoyed look on his features. His right foot tapped lightly against the steel while his head rested against the hay below. His hands where currently working as fast as possible with his picks in his hands. Those large ears were good for something for a change, listening to any on coming visitors. He was not going to stick around this shit hole. He had all ready been in one fight and surprisingly won. However, he did not come clean from that fit in the slightest. His right ear and face was nicked from dodging a sword parry in time. His side suffered the same fate but his hip suffered a shallow stab wound. It had been dressed in a sloppy manner though it would work for the time being. It sure as hell taught him not to trust his own kind in a fight.
Blond brows came together in concentration. Why couldn’t he get the tumblers to roll just right? With a small grunt he put one pick down his shirt and pulled out a thicker one and inserted it. Ah, that was better. A toothy grin crossed his face, he had this lock now. With a turn of the wrist the lock popped open. Slipping his picks away and rotating his body he waited a moment. The area was being occupied by a few owners walking their own strains about like a pet. A few even stopped for some idle chatter off to the right. ”Oh come on…” Muttered Star softly. He needed to get out of here, grab a weapon and find a way out. There was just too many damn people here and he hadn't even a clue how many more there might be. He was too busy fighting eariler to take note of the area.
Eventually, the people moved on and the other strains around him in their own holding cell watched him silently while a few shook their heads. Once he was certain the coast was clear, he pushed open his door and weaseled his way out. Feeling rather successful he then proceeded to be as sneaky as his breed. He weaved his way around the holding dock and spotted his weapons resting near others that where being held. Not seeing anyone near by he sprinted towards them and then slid right into a fairly large man who looked down at him. It took all but two seconds for Star to realize he hadn’t been a lone at all and someone was watching for escaping fighters.
”Oh, come on!” He declared with a heavy sigh while a strain in another cage in the back started to laugh. ”Looks like the newbie found, Fritz! Better run boy or your gonna be fighting with a club foot!” Now you would think the large man would be slower but Star would be there to tell you in the future that bigger men can still move like a cheetah. Star might have been able to grab his weapon for a split second and parkour over a few cages but in the end, the larger man caught up to him and so did his friends. This resulted in a quick fight of Star at least breaking a few fingers on the big man but also resulting in him acquiring a black eye, a short beating, a pair of lovely leather binds around his wrist and elbows. Then, roughly escorted back to his cell where he was thrown in face first aftering promptly biting the big mans friend.
”Put that biting bastard up next!” declared large man while Star rotated in his cage with difficulty and pain. Spitting out a piece of flesh from his mouth he gave a heavy sigh. ”That is so not fair, I’ve all ready did two fights now! Have a heart!” He was given a reply by a sword being stabbed through the bars and between his legs as a warning.
”Can't wait!" He cried out with his normal high pitched voice while watching the sword being with drew. Now, left alone he wondered how in the seven hells he was going to pick a lock now...let alone get these leather bindings off. He couldn't set them on fire, his fingers couldn't touch it. With another sigh he returned to his past position. "I really need to rethink my life choices." he paused to add in, "I hate my life..." His foot returned to its tapping a bit more painfully then before.
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This Colorless Clan strain clawed his way up from the slums of Piros to Lilla, where he sells himself at the Purple Clan's brothel. Dez is a rather odd and mysterious creature, soft-spoken and filled with secrets. His glaringly abnormal appearance makes him quite memorable, albeit rather intimidating.
ORIGIN | COLORLESS CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | twenty-two |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | pansexual |
STATUS | Single |
JOB(S) | courtesan & informant |
POSTS | 8 |
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♔ Posted on Feb 2, 2015 13:53:18 GMT -5 ♔
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"Lemme get this straight... the damn fox managed to land himself in an illegal underground ring this time?"
A shadow of a frown fell onto Dez's lips when the girl asked about the situation. "Star does have an... unfortunate... habit of walking around on his own as if he were human. He forgets how vulnerable he appears," Dez huffed, "Strictly speaking, the sport of strain fighting isn't illegal. Nobles who own strains as property are allowed to do as they please with us, but this particular ring is known to attract individuals who are far too poor to own a strain by legal means. Kidnapping is a fairly regular event, so... well... I'm sure you can imagine the impossibility of getting anyone important to care about a few vanished strains." His tone was very matter-of-fact, remaining decidedly neutral in his opinions. Despite his words, the way he said them implied that he did not expect, nor desire for, things to change. To him, this was just the way of the world, and he had accepted it.
After the priest arrived, Dez could see the uncomfortable tension between him and the girl who had earlier asked that question. The tall strain wasn't going to get in the middle of that, but he'd need to make sure it didn't get in the way of this mission. "Unfortunately, there is risk in any course of action we take," he replied to the girl's statement. Inaction and forgetting Starling's existence was really the only way to stay completely safe.
Putting down what remained of the loaf of bread which he had been methodically eating since the beginning of this gathering, he brought out a second collar from the folds of his cloak. Although he begin to hand it over to the make with fiery hair, he paused when the other male spoke. Dez looked at him, thoughtful. He knew who the man was; what sort of informant didn't even know the appearance of the five known clans' kings? Truthfully he hadn't expected the Red King to come in person, but there was no question that his power would be immensely useful if their plans went sour. After a moment, he handed the collar to the leader of the Red Clan; his requests were superior to anyone else's here. "Your words ring true, Father, though I would humbly request that such a surprise is not sprung immediately. There are many who fear your blade," he spoke while maintaining eye contact with the king, referring to his Sword of Damocles, "And fear may quickly lead to chaos. Still, I will have faith in your abilities, regardless of how you choose to use them." He ended this with a small bow of his head.
"M'lady," he spoke, taking the chain of his leash and placing in in the girl's hand, "I believe it's about time we retrieve our luckless fox." Hopefully by pairing himself with the girl and, by default, the priest with the sellsword, the tension he observed between the girl and the priest would not be as much of an issue as it would have been if they were paired together.
ooc: onwards, comrades /o/
Also it can be assumed that Dez follows or goes along with whatever the "masters" here want, ya 8')
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ORIGIN | SILVER CLAN |
POSITION | CLANSMAN |
AGE | 26 |
GENDER | Male |
SEXUALITY | Bisexual |
STATUS | Single |
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After everyone had arrived and spoke in some form or another, it was Yuuki who would remain quiet and say nothing for the most part opting to listen and after putting in his own idea remaining silent. It would have appeared that the other male had another idea in mind for who should wear the collar, while he had proposed himself do it things had a way of going in another direction. Tapping his fingers around the blade he had placed in the table he would look in the direction of the male and speak subtly," I'd refrain from calling me "son" priest, I am not a man of the church and in a situation like this merely temporary partners, yet if you want to be the other instead then by all means go about it as you see fit," now Yuuki wasn't the type to go to the church in fact he wasn't fond of those of the church, his reasons stemming from a very bad incident a few decades ago.
At any rate seeing as the group was ready he took his blade from the table and placed it into a hidden spot underneath his duster and stood up, his eyes simply looking towards the door and following behind the rest and would wonder what the night would have in store for not only him but the group as well. As they slowly reached the docks he would assume the role of a "master" although he would leave any speaking to the young woman to avoid having anything...bad happening. Seeing as he would be stuck with the priest, he'd make sure to keep himself in check so that the only thing that was harmed in the making of this rescue mission was anyone dumb enough to cross him.
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