Iascor
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: Beyond time, looks in early twentys though
Appearance: A built large figure with white and pale skin and long dark hair. Their skin seems almost untouched by the world despite looking like they've lived for longer than a newborn. They stand around 7'2. They look like no certain gender rather looking like all. They wear loose clothing most the time. A giant mark was is in the center of their chest, the mark is what seems like a combination of a scar, brand, and tattoo in one. In the center lays a giant stab scar that was orange instead of red that could only be delivered by a large weapon, spewing from the scar is black lines that seemed to crack off the orange covering a diamond like shape. To finish the last remarkable detail, surrounding all the cracks and the scar there is a terrible circle that seems to be made of tendrils with some connecting with eyes.
Equipment: Blanket robe.
Skills and Abilities: Sometimes they forget how to breath. Walk straight and understand basic commands.
Biography: Found and named by Alden. Then joined his adventuring group east bound.
Allegiances: Alden, Arianne Graves
Place of Residence: Dirt, camp
Registered: Feb 9, 2024 0:21:00 GMT -5
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Post by Iascor on Feb 20, 2024 22:49:48 GMT -5
The Beached Forest
A beach That spans of sand up to what a normal beach would but after that it turns into a deep forest.
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Iascor
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: Beyond time, looks in early twentys though
Appearance: A built large figure with white and pale skin and long dark hair. Their skin seems almost untouched by the world despite looking like they've lived for longer than a newborn. They stand around 7'2. They look like no certain gender rather looking like all. They wear loose clothing most the time. A giant mark was is in the center of their chest, the mark is what seems like a combination of a scar, brand, and tattoo in one. In the center lays a giant stab scar that was orange instead of red that could only be delivered by a large weapon, spewing from the scar is black lines that seemed to crack off the orange covering a diamond like shape. To finish the last remarkable detail, surrounding all the cracks and the scar there is a terrible circle that seems to be made of tendrils with some connecting with eyes.
Equipment: Blanket robe.
Skills and Abilities: Sometimes they forget how to breath. Walk straight and understand basic commands.
Biography: Found and named by Alden. Then joined his adventuring group east bound.
Allegiances: Alden, Arianne Graves
Place of Residence: Dirt, camp
Registered: Feb 9, 2024 0:21:00 GMT -5
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Post by Iascor on Feb 21, 2024 0:38:39 GMT -5
Water, was that what they called it. This water always used to feel like home but now it feels nothing more than a state of an awful thing of dread. It felt like all the eons had collided with how long it was in that awful state. After hitting a kelp forest and getting thrown off course they finally washed up here. A massive wave hit against the sand smacking the large 7 foot, pale and dark skinned figure onto the beach that borders the trees. The figure stayed still facing toward the sky as the seaweed covered their entire body. At first glance they seemed neither male nor female but easily both and with enough clues could lead to one or the other. Though the figures entire body was wet there seemed to be a more distinct water going from their eyes as they stared at the bleak blue sky. It was silent even the waves eased to make a quiet moment on the sands and rocks of the somber strip of land that meets the ocean. A small breeze swept the area sending the figure back into the mindset of their here and on a solid surface.
From being sent down from the sky something had filled their lungs that they held onto no matter how much water also occupied that space. What filled their mind was foreign all they could think about is the bad and feeling of tension in their muscles. Their body coursed through this until that feeling was all let out in a scream, never letting it go instead letting it go on into a raspy expel of air. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AH AH AGH AGH AH AH AGH AAAAAAAAAH."
After everything had left their lungs their vision started to narrow sending them into a flailing state. Moving around their arms and legs and hip and spine and neck like that of a squid. This flailing accomplished nothing as their vision continued to narrow. The flailing sent sand everywhere as the wet seaweed covering their entire body stopped them from jolting upwards or actually getting anywhere. The ground rumbled at the attempts of moving whenever their body flopped from one side to the other. Their long hair seemed to be knotted into some net that caught onto some rocks making them unable to go any further than where they were now. Their body had slightly dried since they washed up here but no their face, their face and eyes were still red and wet as ever.
They looked as their body flailed around looking for something, trying to remember anything that would help them. But their vision continued to dwindle and they didn't know what to do about it. The feeling of what they had filled corsairs and stargazers for eons finally crept into their skin. Fear.
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Alden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 266
Age: 53(?)
Appearance: The reference image is a commissioned piece and is accurate.
Alden is 6 even, with shoulder-length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid-set cheekbones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well-muscled body of a swordsman, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one were to do a more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris, there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Underneath his shirt, Alden's skin is a mass of scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding amidst the rest of the scars.
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Equipment: Alden's general loadout when he goes fighting consists of the following:
A twin set of enchanted shortswords. The simple straight blades are unnatural dark, absorbing rather than reflecting light. Giving the enchanted steel an appearance closer to cold iron. The guard has the Isran sun emblem emblazoned in a medallion shape just above the guard, which is wrapped in simple leather. The enchantments increase their sharpness and durability, as well as being able to ignite the blood of anything that he has pierced with either blade.
Numerous braces and hidden throwing knives all over his body. At one point, these were also enchanted but when the calamity struck he didn't have time to grab his original set. So these are all well-made but ultimately mundane weapons. Still, with his strength and skill, they can be quite deadly.
Unfortunately, at present, he is also missing his armour. His preferred armour is leather dyed in mottled black and greys, with strike plates sewn between layers for added protection. His old set was also enchanted for increased protection from physical and magical attacks.
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Skills and Abilities: Alden is, for lack of a better term, a weapon master. He has been trained to use almost any weapon you can think to name. Relentless daily training with each, with extraordinarily demanding expectations on performance and harsh incentives for failure giving a level of skill with most of them that make him formidable.
However, his preferred style involves twin short swords. While he is skilled with all of his weapons thanks to training, he discovered a natural talent with the blade. His level of skill when wielding his short swords is on another level entirely, nearly transcendent in his skill.
On top of that, he is a living magical enchantment. Carved into his body are a variety of runes that grant him numerous innate abilities. He is inhumanly strong, around three to four times stronger than a man in a similar state of physical fitness would be. This also applies to his endurance, speed, reflexes, and other physical traits. He also has regenerative abilities exceeding human normal, able to heal from even broken bones in a matter of days rather than weeks.
In addition, he is immune to most poisons and resistant to the rest. The runes etched into his eyes ensure he can see the same no matter the level of light and reveal magical auras to him. Runes along his back make him impossible to scry on directly and provide him a measure of resistance to magical attack. This, combined with training, also makes him immune to magical mental influence. Finally, runes on his feet dampen any sound he might make taking his already considerable stealth abilities to another level entirely.
Speaking of his training also included all of the skills one would think an Assassin should have. He knows how to mix poisons, move without being seen or making noise, scale walls, lie or disguise himself, pick locks, pick pockets, just for starters. He is also quite skilled at clerical work and he has some diplomacy ability after thirty years leading the Sun Marshals.
Beyond all of this, Alden also possesses an incredible amount of willpower. If Alden decides that he will do something, there is very little that can stop him from doing it. In fact, at present, the only thing that could deter him from a course of action is Captain Naoki. The former Empress is the only person he has any loyalty to and he often values her judgement on matters above his own.
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Biography: Alden was born to a small farming family in an out-of-the-way village. His parents named him Toan and until he was five his destiny was most likely to live and die on the same farm he was born. However, that all changed when Pride arrived.
The leader of a criminal group known as The Set, Pride offered his parents a sum of money that would make any poor farmer's heart stop. Enough money to change their lives forever and all he wanted was Alden, one of nearly a dozen children. A child that wasn't even old enough to help with chores around the farm yet. And the man as so nice, he wanted a ward that he could train to be a retainer how bad of a life could that be?
The answer to that question was basically Hell. Pride was a potent alchemist, enchanter, and scholar and he had but one goal in mind. To create a superior warrior. Alden was subjected to hellish daily training along with six other children. Forced to learn to fight with every weapon, against any foe, in any condition. His limbs were broken deliberately and he was forced to continue to fight and train in constant agony. And this was among the mildest of the ways he was trained.
The culmination of the training came when he was twelve. When he and the six other children were locked in a room and told that the only one who got to leave... was the only one to survive. Of course, surviving was hardly a reward.
Once Pride had only the strongest of the children left he proceeded to the next step of his plan. Alden's memories and identity were seared away as Pride carved runes into his flesh and his very soul. Transforming the young man into a living magical artifact and keeping him on a drug that suppressed all of his emotions.
From there Alden became the new Wrath of the set, a weapon meant only to slay those he was told to. That may have been all he would be but Pride made a miscalculation, Alden's runes helped him to build an immunity to the dosage meant to keep his emotions in check, a weakness made worse by Pride having let him keep his anger thinking it would make him a better weapon. Eventually, events conspired and Alden snapped when the only member of The Set to be kind to him, Sloth, was killed for threatening to expose Pride.
Alden, driven into a deeper rage than ever before killed Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and even disembowelled Pride. Greed manage to escape and Alden slaughtered everything in his path trying to catch the man. Eventually succeeding in his goal. Bereft of a target for his rage and the chase having left him in the middle of nowhere Alden finally collapsed the trauma and coming off of the dosage causing him to bury most of his memories.
He wound up in Isra where his talents and skill soon earned him the eye of the then, criminal Madam Naoki. She recruited him as one of her enforcers a role he continued as her power expanded and grew until she finally became Empress. His reward for his loyalty? Appointment to the head of The Sun Marshals her special police force, effectively making him her right-hand man.
During this time he also uncovered his own past and learned that Pride had survived, the man had made preparations for such an eventuality and his death only saw his soul moving to a phylactery as he became a lich.
Pride created a new Set, this time making each member just as he made Alden. Eventually, this culminated in Pride attacking Isra and his eventual, final defeat.
Decades have passed since that time and Alden, whose power kept him at his prime for years continued to serve Isra until the new calamity took him to The Island of Mists, his empress reduced to a captain and he now serving as her first mate.
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Allegiances: Naoki and Port Argentum
Place of Residence: Port Argentum
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Alden on Feb 21, 2024 20:34:01 GMT -5
Alden had discovered many different people on beaches in recent months. Since survivors occasionally washed up, he'd taking to trawling them in his down time because he'd had little else to do and it made him feel helpful. Since he had no set schedule on his self-appointed scouting mission, he found time to keep the practice up whenever he set up a more permanent campsite to explore the region he was in. He had seen quite a few strange things during this time, a talking cat, a dragon, somewhat sapient jelly-fish, and an undead knight off the top of his head. Yet for all the strange things he'd seen, he found the current one the strangest.
An excessively tall lanky person flopping around in the sand screaming at the top of their lungs for no immediately apparent reason he could figure out. He cocked his head to one side considering the person, finally, he just opted to take the most obvious path to figuring out what was going on. "Why are you screaming?" He asked, it seemed like the most logical place to start. Based on the intensity of the fit, he wasn't entirely sure if the survivor was going to be able to respond with any level of coherence. Still, he didn't know unless he tried and if that failed he could probably try... They'd just come out of the ocean so water wouldn't work. Was this level of hysterics appropriate for slapping? That last time he'd slapped someone it had backfired but no one was around to judge him for it so perhaps that would work.
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Iascor
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: Beyond time, looks in early twentys though
Appearance: A built large figure with white and pale skin and long dark hair. Their skin seems almost untouched by the world despite looking like they've lived for longer than a newborn. They stand around 7'2. They look like no certain gender rather looking like all. They wear loose clothing most the time. A giant mark was is in the center of their chest, the mark is what seems like a combination of a scar, brand, and tattoo in one. In the center lays a giant stab scar that was orange instead of red that could only be delivered by a large weapon, spewing from the scar is black lines that seemed to crack off the orange covering a diamond like shape. To finish the last remarkable detail, surrounding all the cracks and the scar there is a terrible circle that seems to be made of tendrils with some connecting with eyes.
Equipment: Blanket robe.
Skills and Abilities: Sometimes they forget how to breath. Walk straight and understand basic commands.
Biography: Found and named by Alden. Then joined his adventuring group east bound.
Allegiances: Alden, Arianne Graves
Place of Residence: Dirt, camp
Registered: Feb 9, 2024 0:21:00 GMT -5
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Post by Iascor on Feb 22, 2024 10:48:37 GMT -5
They were slowly getting lightheaded as they flopped around. When suddenly the flopping ended them jumping slightly up and onto a rock. The feeling of the rock sharply hitting their chest made their problem worse, but almost like a machine their body instantly took in air. The feeling of what the small ones call air filled their lungs once more. But they started to get light headed again so they let it in a large scream, then they flopped back on the rock. They repeated this process for a while. The seaweed and the net and the unusual behavior kinda made them look like a monster or an anglers son who got into his fathers supplies.
If anyone were to try to speak it would be muffled by the loud yelling and thump of falling onto a rock. The figure didn't bother to look around they just focused on going through the process of breathing. Though it was becoming clear very fast that jumping their chest on a rock wasn't very good for their health but the figure seemed to care very little about that.
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Alden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 266
Age: 53(?)
Appearance: The reference image is a commissioned piece and is accurate.
Alden is 6 even, with shoulder-length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid-set cheekbones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well-muscled body of a swordsman, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one were to do a more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris, there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Underneath his shirt, Alden's skin is a mass of scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding amidst the rest of the scars.
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Equipment: Alden's general loadout when he goes fighting consists of the following:
A twin set of enchanted shortswords. The simple straight blades are unnatural dark, absorbing rather than reflecting light. Giving the enchanted steel an appearance closer to cold iron. The guard has the Isran sun emblem emblazoned in a medallion shape just above the guard, which is wrapped in simple leather. The enchantments increase their sharpness and durability, as well as being able to ignite the blood of anything that he has pierced with either blade.
Numerous braces and hidden throwing knives all over his body. At one point, these were also enchanted but when the calamity struck he didn't have time to grab his original set. So these are all well-made but ultimately mundane weapons. Still, with his strength and skill, they can be quite deadly.
Unfortunately, at present, he is also missing his armour. His preferred armour is leather dyed in mottled black and greys, with strike plates sewn between layers for added protection. His old set was also enchanted for increased protection from physical and magical attacks.
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Skills and Abilities: Alden is, for lack of a better term, a weapon master. He has been trained to use almost any weapon you can think to name. Relentless daily training with each, with extraordinarily demanding expectations on performance and harsh incentives for failure giving a level of skill with most of them that make him formidable.
However, his preferred style involves twin short swords. While he is skilled with all of his weapons thanks to training, he discovered a natural talent with the blade. His level of skill when wielding his short swords is on another level entirely, nearly transcendent in his skill.
On top of that, he is a living magical enchantment. Carved into his body are a variety of runes that grant him numerous innate abilities. He is inhumanly strong, around three to four times stronger than a man in a similar state of physical fitness would be. This also applies to his endurance, speed, reflexes, and other physical traits. He also has regenerative abilities exceeding human normal, able to heal from even broken bones in a matter of days rather than weeks.
In addition, he is immune to most poisons and resistant to the rest. The runes etched into his eyes ensure he can see the same no matter the level of light and reveal magical auras to him. Runes along his back make him impossible to scry on directly and provide him a measure of resistance to magical attack. This, combined with training, also makes him immune to magical mental influence. Finally, runes on his feet dampen any sound he might make taking his already considerable stealth abilities to another level entirely.
Speaking of his training also included all of the skills one would think an Assassin should have. He knows how to mix poisons, move without being seen or making noise, scale walls, lie or disguise himself, pick locks, pick pockets, just for starters. He is also quite skilled at clerical work and he has some diplomacy ability after thirty years leading the Sun Marshals.
Beyond all of this, Alden also possesses an incredible amount of willpower. If Alden decides that he will do something, there is very little that can stop him from doing it. In fact, at present, the only thing that could deter him from a course of action is Captain Naoki. The former Empress is the only person he has any loyalty to and he often values her judgement on matters above his own.
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Biography: Alden was born to a small farming family in an out-of-the-way village. His parents named him Toan and until he was five his destiny was most likely to live and die on the same farm he was born. However, that all changed when Pride arrived.
The leader of a criminal group known as The Set, Pride offered his parents a sum of money that would make any poor farmer's heart stop. Enough money to change their lives forever and all he wanted was Alden, one of nearly a dozen children. A child that wasn't even old enough to help with chores around the farm yet. And the man as so nice, he wanted a ward that he could train to be a retainer how bad of a life could that be?
The answer to that question was basically Hell. Pride was a potent alchemist, enchanter, and scholar and he had but one goal in mind. To create a superior warrior. Alden was subjected to hellish daily training along with six other children. Forced to learn to fight with every weapon, against any foe, in any condition. His limbs were broken deliberately and he was forced to continue to fight and train in constant agony. And this was among the mildest of the ways he was trained.
The culmination of the training came when he was twelve. When he and the six other children were locked in a room and told that the only one who got to leave... was the only one to survive. Of course, surviving was hardly a reward.
Once Pride had only the strongest of the children left he proceeded to the next step of his plan. Alden's memories and identity were seared away as Pride carved runes into his flesh and his very soul. Transforming the young man into a living magical artifact and keeping him on a drug that suppressed all of his emotions.
From there Alden became the new Wrath of the set, a weapon meant only to slay those he was told to. That may have been all he would be but Pride made a miscalculation, Alden's runes helped him to build an immunity to the dosage meant to keep his emotions in check, a weakness made worse by Pride having let him keep his anger thinking it would make him a better weapon. Eventually, events conspired and Alden snapped when the only member of The Set to be kind to him, Sloth, was killed for threatening to expose Pride.
Alden, driven into a deeper rage than ever before killed Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and even disembowelled Pride. Greed manage to escape and Alden slaughtered everything in his path trying to catch the man. Eventually succeeding in his goal. Bereft of a target for his rage and the chase having left him in the middle of nowhere Alden finally collapsed the trauma and coming off of the dosage causing him to bury most of his memories.
He wound up in Isra where his talents and skill soon earned him the eye of the then, criminal Madam Naoki. She recruited him as one of her enforcers a role he continued as her power expanded and grew until she finally became Empress. His reward for his loyalty? Appointment to the head of The Sun Marshals her special police force, effectively making him her right-hand man.
During this time he also uncovered his own past and learned that Pride had survived, the man had made preparations for such an eventuality and his death only saw his soul moving to a phylactery as he became a lich.
Pride created a new Set, this time making each member just as he made Alden. Eventually, this culminated in Pride attacking Isra and his eventual, final defeat.
Decades have passed since that time and Alden, whose power kept him at his prime for years continued to serve Isra until the new calamity took him to The Island of Mists, his empress reduced to a captain and he now serving as her first mate.
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Allegiances: Naoki and Port Argentum
Place of Residence: Port Argentum
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Alden on Feb 22, 2024 20:15:21 GMT -5
With his question unanswered Alden was left to debate his options once again. Whoever this person was, they were clearly hurting themselves. Each time they slammed their chest against the rock they sucked in a breath and screamed some more. For most people it would have been an extremely disturbing sight, for the former assassin it was mostly a befuddling one. He'd have thought the man was drowning except no water came from his mouth, he couldn't see any magical aura of possession, he supposed it could be some sort of parasite or poison? He didn't have information.
"Right, slap it is." However, with all the flailing going on he wasn't sure if he could get in a good clean slap to the face without getting hit. So, he opted for something that he hoped would have a similar jarring effect on the strange person's system. He bent down, picked up some wet sand, packed it into a loose ball, took aim, and with expert precision launched the mud-slap at the flailing head. If this didn't work, he'd probably try knocking them out and seeing if he could figure what was wrong while they were unconscious.
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Iascor
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: Beyond time, looks in early twentys though
Appearance: A built large figure with white and pale skin and long dark hair. Their skin seems almost untouched by the world despite looking like they've lived for longer than a newborn. They stand around 7'2. They look like no certain gender rather looking like all. They wear loose clothing most the time. A giant mark was is in the center of their chest, the mark is what seems like a combination of a scar, brand, and tattoo in one. In the center lays a giant stab scar that was orange instead of red that could only be delivered by a large weapon, spewing from the scar is black lines that seemed to crack off the orange covering a diamond like shape. To finish the last remarkable detail, surrounding all the cracks and the scar there is a terrible circle that seems to be made of tendrils with some connecting with eyes.
Equipment: Blanket robe.
Skills and Abilities: Sometimes they forget how to breath. Walk straight and understand basic commands.
Biography: Found and named by Alden. Then joined his adventuring group east bound.
Allegiances: Alden, Arianne Graves
Place of Residence: Dirt, camp
Registered: Feb 9, 2024 0:21:00 GMT -5
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Post by Iascor on Feb 23, 2024 1:56:22 GMT -5
Rolling and yelling was going well, but with some experiments they slowly started to not have to yell but just exhale the air like they would if they had yelled just without sound. Then the drawing in of the breath after hitting the rock started to feel natural so they started to do with less reliance on the rock. Slowly they shifted from the original plan of thumping and yelling to simply going in and out. But the split second they laid face up at the sky about to try to do the new plan. THWACK, a mud ball just connected with their face connecting with the top of their head and forehead.
At first the figure didn't move taking in this newish feeling of a different pain. By no means were they concerned, 'wait that seemed not natural.' they thought before sliding their head back to see a rather weird looking small one, but why was it so large not as large but considerably close. The figure in pure shock of the scarred shot up. While in this vertical position they flailed their arms once more twisting and twirling them up in the air. They were of course trying to impose the figure like how they saw the small one scare off bears back... eons ago. So they flailed about hoping to look larger and scare the stranger. Of course this lasted only a few seconds before with a large crash the 7 foot figure fell back onto the ground with their full body. Now they had to worry about taking in then out this air and fend off a chiseled small one.
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Alden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 266
Age: 53(?)
Appearance: The reference image is a commissioned piece and is accurate.
Alden is 6 even, with shoulder-length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid-set cheekbones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well-muscled body of a swordsman, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one were to do a more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris, there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Underneath his shirt, Alden's skin is a mass of scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding amidst the rest of the scars.
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Equipment: Alden's general loadout when he goes fighting consists of the following:
A twin set of enchanted shortswords. The simple straight blades are unnatural dark, absorbing rather than reflecting light. Giving the enchanted steel an appearance closer to cold iron. The guard has the Isran sun emblem emblazoned in a medallion shape just above the guard, which is wrapped in simple leather. The enchantments increase their sharpness and durability, as well as being able to ignite the blood of anything that he has pierced with either blade.
Numerous braces and hidden throwing knives all over his body. At one point, these were also enchanted but when the calamity struck he didn't have time to grab his original set. So these are all well-made but ultimately mundane weapons. Still, with his strength and skill, they can be quite deadly.
Unfortunately, at present, he is also missing his armour. His preferred armour is leather dyed in mottled black and greys, with strike plates sewn between layers for added protection. His old set was also enchanted for increased protection from physical and magical attacks.
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Skills and Abilities: Alden is, for lack of a better term, a weapon master. He has been trained to use almost any weapon you can think to name. Relentless daily training with each, with extraordinarily demanding expectations on performance and harsh incentives for failure giving a level of skill with most of them that make him formidable.
However, his preferred style involves twin short swords. While he is skilled with all of his weapons thanks to training, he discovered a natural talent with the blade. His level of skill when wielding his short swords is on another level entirely, nearly transcendent in his skill.
On top of that, he is a living magical enchantment. Carved into his body are a variety of runes that grant him numerous innate abilities. He is inhumanly strong, around three to four times stronger than a man in a similar state of physical fitness would be. This also applies to his endurance, speed, reflexes, and other physical traits. He also has regenerative abilities exceeding human normal, able to heal from even broken bones in a matter of days rather than weeks.
In addition, he is immune to most poisons and resistant to the rest. The runes etched into his eyes ensure he can see the same no matter the level of light and reveal magical auras to him. Runes along his back make him impossible to scry on directly and provide him a measure of resistance to magical attack. This, combined with training, also makes him immune to magical mental influence. Finally, runes on his feet dampen any sound he might make taking his already considerable stealth abilities to another level entirely.
Speaking of his training also included all of the skills one would think an Assassin should have. He knows how to mix poisons, move without being seen or making noise, scale walls, lie or disguise himself, pick locks, pick pockets, just for starters. He is also quite skilled at clerical work and he has some diplomacy ability after thirty years leading the Sun Marshals.
Beyond all of this, Alden also possesses an incredible amount of willpower. If Alden decides that he will do something, there is very little that can stop him from doing it. In fact, at present, the only thing that could deter him from a course of action is Captain Naoki. The former Empress is the only person he has any loyalty to and he often values her judgement on matters above his own.
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Biography: Alden was born to a small farming family in an out-of-the-way village. His parents named him Toan and until he was five his destiny was most likely to live and die on the same farm he was born. However, that all changed when Pride arrived.
The leader of a criminal group known as The Set, Pride offered his parents a sum of money that would make any poor farmer's heart stop. Enough money to change their lives forever and all he wanted was Alden, one of nearly a dozen children. A child that wasn't even old enough to help with chores around the farm yet. And the man as so nice, he wanted a ward that he could train to be a retainer how bad of a life could that be?
The answer to that question was basically Hell. Pride was a potent alchemist, enchanter, and scholar and he had but one goal in mind. To create a superior warrior. Alden was subjected to hellish daily training along with six other children. Forced to learn to fight with every weapon, against any foe, in any condition. His limbs were broken deliberately and he was forced to continue to fight and train in constant agony. And this was among the mildest of the ways he was trained.
The culmination of the training came when he was twelve. When he and the six other children were locked in a room and told that the only one who got to leave... was the only one to survive. Of course, surviving was hardly a reward.
Once Pride had only the strongest of the children left he proceeded to the next step of his plan. Alden's memories and identity were seared away as Pride carved runes into his flesh and his very soul. Transforming the young man into a living magical artifact and keeping him on a drug that suppressed all of his emotions.
From there Alden became the new Wrath of the set, a weapon meant only to slay those he was told to. That may have been all he would be but Pride made a miscalculation, Alden's runes helped him to build an immunity to the dosage meant to keep his emotions in check, a weakness made worse by Pride having let him keep his anger thinking it would make him a better weapon. Eventually, events conspired and Alden snapped when the only member of The Set to be kind to him, Sloth, was killed for threatening to expose Pride.
Alden, driven into a deeper rage than ever before killed Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and even disembowelled Pride. Greed manage to escape and Alden slaughtered everything in his path trying to catch the man. Eventually succeeding in his goal. Bereft of a target for his rage and the chase having left him in the middle of nowhere Alden finally collapsed the trauma and coming off of the dosage causing him to bury most of his memories.
He wound up in Isra where his talents and skill soon earned him the eye of the then, criminal Madam Naoki. She recruited him as one of her enforcers a role he continued as her power expanded and grew until she finally became Empress. His reward for his loyalty? Appointment to the head of The Sun Marshals her special police force, effectively making him her right-hand man.
During this time he also uncovered his own past and learned that Pride had survived, the man had made preparations for such an eventuality and his death only saw his soul moving to a phylactery as he became a lich.
Pride created a new Set, this time making each member just as he made Alden. Eventually, this culminated in Pride attacking Isra and his eventual, final defeat.
Decades have passed since that time and Alden, whose power kept him at his prime for years continued to serve Isra until the new calamity took him to The Island of Mists, his empress reduced to a captain and he now serving as her first mate.
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Allegiances: Naoki and Port Argentum
Place of Residence: Port Argentum
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Alden on Feb 26, 2024 21:20:11 GMT -5
"Uh huh."
The not quite words said mostly at this situation, Alden had finally settled on a solution to what was going on. "Are you a fish that got turned into a person?" He paused, realized that was a dumb question, if his current theory was correct then it wasn't as though the poor animal would be able to answer. Which left him wondering what to do the potential fish man flopped about on the ground.
"Right, first step, stop you from hurting yourself. This is going to suck." He let out a sigh as he braced himself before he surged forward. His goal was simple as he aimed for the center of mass, he wanted to get behind the flailing mad person, get behind them, get them into a sleeper hold, and once they were unconscious he would tie them up until they calmed down enough to stop smashing themselves into things.
The exact steps he would go about executing this plan would depend largely on what his opponent/rescue target, did in response. He didn't anticipate that someone with seemingly barely any control of their body would put up much of a fight but he was wary of incoming blows from flailing limbs.
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Iascor
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: Beyond time, looks in early twentys though
Appearance: A built large figure with white and pale skin and long dark hair. Their skin seems almost untouched by the world despite looking like they've lived for longer than a newborn. They stand around 7'2. They look like no certain gender rather looking like all. They wear loose clothing most the time. A giant mark was is in the center of their chest, the mark is what seems like a combination of a scar, brand, and tattoo in one. In the center lays a giant stab scar that was orange instead of red that could only be delivered by a large weapon, spewing from the scar is black lines that seemed to crack off the orange covering a diamond like shape. To finish the last remarkable detail, surrounding all the cracks and the scar there is a terrible circle that seems to be made of tendrils with some connecting with eyes.
Equipment: Blanket robe.
Skills and Abilities: Sometimes they forget how to breath. Walk straight and understand basic commands.
Biography: Found and named by Alden. Then joined his adventuring group east bound.
Allegiances: Alden, Arianne Graves
Place of Residence: Dirt, camp
Registered: Feb 9, 2024 0:21:00 GMT -5
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Post by Iascor on Feb 28, 2024 0:14:47 GMT -5
The figure now back on the floor grew calm again for just a second as they took a cycle of inhaling air and exhaling it. After which they were still worried about the terribly weird looking small one the figure flailed their legs forward driving them towards the small one. They continued doing that while the small one talked to themselves simply thinking ‘are all small ones this lonely.' As they swung their legs more they had not realized that the small one was already behind them.
Finally slightly getting a hand at this breathing they stopped kicking and took a deep breath in and a nice exhale. Then a rather meaty object swung around their throat cutting off what the figure was trying so hard to do this whole time. If they were just flailing before they were thrashing now, like a whale they instantly started to try to shift their body away to go into a roll like how they sometimes did during their flailing.
With the air completely drained from their body and their vision narrowing they made one last attempt at freedom. They flailed their arms upwards with all their might to try to hit the figure and then try to roll towards them to flatten them. But that plan quickly failed as they ended up trying to get contact with a slap but whether it hit or not the momentum was still there and they ended up slapping their own face. After that other blows kept coming but they were weaker and slowly became more weak.
The light continued to dim until it was all gone. The figures muscles slowly loosened as the thrashing died down. A small breath cycle started to come to the large figure as they were now unconscious.
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Alden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 266
Age: 53(?)
Appearance: The reference image is a commissioned piece and is accurate.
Alden is 6 even, with shoulder-length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid-set cheekbones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well-muscled body of a swordsman, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one were to do a more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris, there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Underneath his shirt, Alden's skin is a mass of scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding amidst the rest of the scars.
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Equipment: Alden's general loadout when he goes fighting consists of the following:
A twin set of enchanted shortswords. The simple straight blades are unnatural dark, absorbing rather than reflecting light. Giving the enchanted steel an appearance closer to cold iron. The guard has the Isran sun emblem emblazoned in a medallion shape just above the guard, which is wrapped in simple leather. The enchantments increase their sharpness and durability, as well as being able to ignite the blood of anything that he has pierced with either blade.
Numerous braces and hidden throwing knives all over his body. At one point, these were also enchanted but when the calamity struck he didn't have time to grab his original set. So these are all well-made but ultimately mundane weapons. Still, with his strength and skill, they can be quite deadly.
Unfortunately, at present, he is also missing his armour. His preferred armour is leather dyed in mottled black and greys, with strike plates sewn between layers for added protection. His old set was also enchanted for increased protection from physical and magical attacks.
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Skills and Abilities: Alden is, for lack of a better term, a weapon master. He has been trained to use almost any weapon you can think to name. Relentless daily training with each, with extraordinarily demanding expectations on performance and harsh incentives for failure giving a level of skill with most of them that make him formidable.
However, his preferred style involves twin short swords. While he is skilled with all of his weapons thanks to training, he discovered a natural talent with the blade. His level of skill when wielding his short swords is on another level entirely, nearly transcendent in his skill.
On top of that, he is a living magical enchantment. Carved into his body are a variety of runes that grant him numerous innate abilities. He is inhumanly strong, around three to four times stronger than a man in a similar state of physical fitness would be. This also applies to his endurance, speed, reflexes, and other physical traits. He also has regenerative abilities exceeding human normal, able to heal from even broken bones in a matter of days rather than weeks.
In addition, he is immune to most poisons and resistant to the rest. The runes etched into his eyes ensure he can see the same no matter the level of light and reveal magical auras to him. Runes along his back make him impossible to scry on directly and provide him a measure of resistance to magical attack. This, combined with training, also makes him immune to magical mental influence. Finally, runes on his feet dampen any sound he might make taking his already considerable stealth abilities to another level entirely.
Speaking of his training also included all of the skills one would think an Assassin should have. He knows how to mix poisons, move without being seen or making noise, scale walls, lie or disguise himself, pick locks, pick pockets, just for starters. He is also quite skilled at clerical work and he has some diplomacy ability after thirty years leading the Sun Marshals.
Beyond all of this, Alden also possesses an incredible amount of willpower. If Alden decides that he will do something, there is very little that can stop him from doing it. In fact, at present, the only thing that could deter him from a course of action is Captain Naoki. The former Empress is the only person he has any loyalty to and he often values her judgement on matters above his own.
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Biography: Alden was born to a small farming family in an out-of-the-way village. His parents named him Toan and until he was five his destiny was most likely to live and die on the same farm he was born. However, that all changed when Pride arrived.
The leader of a criminal group known as The Set, Pride offered his parents a sum of money that would make any poor farmer's heart stop. Enough money to change their lives forever and all he wanted was Alden, one of nearly a dozen children. A child that wasn't even old enough to help with chores around the farm yet. And the man as so nice, he wanted a ward that he could train to be a retainer how bad of a life could that be?
The answer to that question was basically Hell. Pride was a potent alchemist, enchanter, and scholar and he had but one goal in mind. To create a superior warrior. Alden was subjected to hellish daily training along with six other children. Forced to learn to fight with every weapon, against any foe, in any condition. His limbs were broken deliberately and he was forced to continue to fight and train in constant agony. And this was among the mildest of the ways he was trained.
The culmination of the training came when he was twelve. When he and the six other children were locked in a room and told that the only one who got to leave... was the only one to survive. Of course, surviving was hardly a reward.
Once Pride had only the strongest of the children left he proceeded to the next step of his plan. Alden's memories and identity were seared away as Pride carved runes into his flesh and his very soul. Transforming the young man into a living magical artifact and keeping him on a drug that suppressed all of his emotions.
From there Alden became the new Wrath of the set, a weapon meant only to slay those he was told to. That may have been all he would be but Pride made a miscalculation, Alden's runes helped him to build an immunity to the dosage meant to keep his emotions in check, a weakness made worse by Pride having let him keep his anger thinking it would make him a better weapon. Eventually, events conspired and Alden snapped when the only member of The Set to be kind to him, Sloth, was killed for threatening to expose Pride.
Alden, driven into a deeper rage than ever before killed Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and even disembowelled Pride. Greed manage to escape and Alden slaughtered everything in his path trying to catch the man. Eventually succeeding in his goal. Bereft of a target for his rage and the chase having left him in the middle of nowhere Alden finally collapsed the trauma and coming off of the dosage causing him to bury most of his memories.
He wound up in Isra where his talents and skill soon earned him the eye of the then, criminal Madam Naoki. She recruited him as one of her enforcers a role he continued as her power expanded and grew until she finally became Empress. His reward for his loyalty? Appointment to the head of The Sun Marshals her special police force, effectively making him her right-hand man.
During this time he also uncovered his own past and learned that Pride had survived, the man had made preparations for such an eventuality and his death only saw his soul moving to a phylactery as he became a lich.
Pride created a new Set, this time making each member just as he made Alden. Eventually, this culminated in Pride attacking Isra and his eventual, final defeat.
Decades have passed since that time and Alden, whose power kept him at his prime for years continued to serve Isra until the new calamity took him to The Island of Mists, his empress reduced to a captain and he now serving as her first mate.
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Allegiances: Naoki and Port Argentum
Place of Residence: Port Argentum
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Alden on Feb 28, 2024 20:03:17 GMT -5
Alden got the exact amount of resistance that he expected. A few slaps, a lot of flailing, but nothing that was in anyway effective against someone who knew what they were doing. As soon as the flailing stopped he released his victim and checked to make sure they were still breathing. Once he confirmed that he hadn't killed anything today, something he was ashamed that he couldn't claim everyday, he pushed to his feet.
Drawing out a ball of twine from a pouch on his belt, Alden quickly bound Crimson's wrists and knees, this would hopefully keep the flailing to a minimum. That accomplished he started to scout about the area. It didn't take him long to find some wood and stones, enough to create a simple fire pit on the beach. There was no real reason for it other than it gave him something to do and it was usually a nice thing for people to wake up to. After all, the ocean was fairly cold and the fire helped those washed up dry out.
He had no idea when his new acquaintance was going to wake up but Alden was sure it wouldn't take too long. Exhaustion might make Crimson sleep longer than normal but once the choking stopped and regular airflow resumed, there was no physical reason that consciousness couldn't return. Well, assuming there was no unintended brain damage from the lack of oxygen, that was always a risk even with a professional.
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Iascor
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: Beyond time, looks in early twentys though
Appearance: A built large figure with white and pale skin and long dark hair. Their skin seems almost untouched by the world despite looking like they've lived for longer than a newborn. They stand around 7'2. They look like no certain gender rather looking like all. They wear loose clothing most the time. A giant mark was is in the center of their chest, the mark is what seems like a combination of a scar, brand, and tattoo in one. In the center lays a giant stab scar that was orange instead of red that could only be delivered by a large weapon, spewing from the scar is black lines that seemed to crack off the orange covering a diamond like shape. To finish the last remarkable detail, surrounding all the cracks and the scar there is a terrible circle that seems to be made of tendrils with some connecting with eyes.
Equipment: Blanket robe.
Skills and Abilities: Sometimes they forget how to breath. Walk straight and understand basic commands.
Biography: Found and named by Alden. Then joined his adventuring group east bound.
Allegiances: Alden, Arianne Graves
Place of Residence: Dirt, camp
Registered: Feb 9, 2024 0:21:00 GMT -5
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Post by Iascor on Feb 29, 2024 1:19:45 GMT -5
The figure looked rather peaceful asleep like a baby new to the world but tired and quiet. Getting their large limbs together to tie them was a bit of a hassle but in the end there was no resistance from the passed out figure. The seaweed that covered their body had dried and its thick layers became lighter as they had crusted off until their larger muscles were now visible but the seaweed was still covering them. The net in their hair was knotted together below their head in a way for a crude rope pillow. Despite being bound they seem so much more at peace now in sleep with a breath cycle going like clockwork.
The feeling of warmth had hit their face as the smell of wood then smoke filled their nostrils, it was strange to feel a sort of calm to these feelings and smells. All they had felt until now was cold and wet but now there was warmth. They kept their eyes closed for a while even after gaining back some level of awakeness, just soaking in the feelings and smells. Eventually though they did decide to do the action of opening their eyes, which took a second for some reason. They didn't know that they were bound so when their body tensed to stretch it kinda just never fully untensed.
When their eyes fully opened and adjusted it was darker out, the sun was setting giving the sky a vibrant glow. What happened in the sky made the fire they now saw also pop with color and beauty. The figure basked in the warmth of the fire shifting their body towards the warmth. Though the movement was loud as they had to crunch seaweed to go towards the fire. They were awake and not flailing in fact they were more in peace after hours of non stop fear from what felt like minutes ago.
The figure's body made a low rumbling sound, it seemed to come from its stomach. The figure slowly moved their bound hands to their stomach and felt the weird feeling of emptiness in that area of their body. But they still stayed close to the fire none the less. They thought about the man who they had tried to scare away earlier and must've chocked them out, but those thoughts of that figure stopped when a ash from the fire landed on the figures nose making their head flinch a little on the weird sensation it brought.
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Alden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 266
Age: 53(?)
Appearance: The reference image is a commissioned piece and is accurate.
Alden is 6 even, with shoulder-length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid-set cheekbones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well-muscled body of a swordsman, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one were to do a more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris, there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Underneath his shirt, Alden's skin is a mass of scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding amidst the rest of the scars.
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Equipment: Alden's general loadout when he goes fighting consists of the following:
A twin set of enchanted shortswords. The simple straight blades are unnatural dark, absorbing rather than reflecting light. Giving the enchanted steel an appearance closer to cold iron. The guard has the Isran sun emblem emblazoned in a medallion shape just above the guard, which is wrapped in simple leather. The enchantments increase their sharpness and durability, as well as being able to ignite the blood of anything that he has pierced with either blade.
Numerous braces and hidden throwing knives all over his body. At one point, these were also enchanted but when the calamity struck he didn't have time to grab his original set. So these are all well-made but ultimately mundane weapons. Still, with his strength and skill, they can be quite deadly.
Unfortunately, at present, he is also missing his armour. His preferred armour is leather dyed in mottled black and greys, with strike plates sewn between layers for added protection. His old set was also enchanted for increased protection from physical and magical attacks.
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Skills and Abilities: Alden is, for lack of a better term, a weapon master. He has been trained to use almost any weapon you can think to name. Relentless daily training with each, with extraordinarily demanding expectations on performance and harsh incentives for failure giving a level of skill with most of them that make him formidable.
However, his preferred style involves twin short swords. While he is skilled with all of his weapons thanks to training, he discovered a natural talent with the blade. His level of skill when wielding his short swords is on another level entirely, nearly transcendent in his skill.
On top of that, he is a living magical enchantment. Carved into his body are a variety of runes that grant him numerous innate abilities. He is inhumanly strong, around three to four times stronger than a man in a similar state of physical fitness would be. This also applies to his endurance, speed, reflexes, and other physical traits. He also has regenerative abilities exceeding human normal, able to heal from even broken bones in a matter of days rather than weeks.
In addition, he is immune to most poisons and resistant to the rest. The runes etched into his eyes ensure he can see the same no matter the level of light and reveal magical auras to him. Runes along his back make him impossible to scry on directly and provide him a measure of resistance to magical attack. This, combined with training, also makes him immune to magical mental influence. Finally, runes on his feet dampen any sound he might make taking his already considerable stealth abilities to another level entirely.
Speaking of his training also included all of the skills one would think an Assassin should have. He knows how to mix poisons, move without being seen or making noise, scale walls, lie or disguise himself, pick locks, pick pockets, just for starters. He is also quite skilled at clerical work and he has some diplomacy ability after thirty years leading the Sun Marshals.
Beyond all of this, Alden also possesses an incredible amount of willpower. If Alden decides that he will do something, there is very little that can stop him from doing it. In fact, at present, the only thing that could deter him from a course of action is Captain Naoki. The former Empress is the only person he has any loyalty to and he often values her judgement on matters above his own.
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Biography: Alden was born to a small farming family in an out-of-the-way village. His parents named him Toan and until he was five his destiny was most likely to live and die on the same farm he was born. However, that all changed when Pride arrived.
The leader of a criminal group known as The Set, Pride offered his parents a sum of money that would make any poor farmer's heart stop. Enough money to change their lives forever and all he wanted was Alden, one of nearly a dozen children. A child that wasn't even old enough to help with chores around the farm yet. And the man as so nice, he wanted a ward that he could train to be a retainer how bad of a life could that be?
The answer to that question was basically Hell. Pride was a potent alchemist, enchanter, and scholar and he had but one goal in mind. To create a superior warrior. Alden was subjected to hellish daily training along with six other children. Forced to learn to fight with every weapon, against any foe, in any condition. His limbs were broken deliberately and he was forced to continue to fight and train in constant agony. And this was among the mildest of the ways he was trained.
The culmination of the training came when he was twelve. When he and the six other children were locked in a room and told that the only one who got to leave... was the only one to survive. Of course, surviving was hardly a reward.
Once Pride had only the strongest of the children left he proceeded to the next step of his plan. Alden's memories and identity were seared away as Pride carved runes into his flesh and his very soul. Transforming the young man into a living magical artifact and keeping him on a drug that suppressed all of his emotions.
From there Alden became the new Wrath of the set, a weapon meant only to slay those he was told to. That may have been all he would be but Pride made a miscalculation, Alden's runes helped him to build an immunity to the dosage meant to keep his emotions in check, a weakness made worse by Pride having let him keep his anger thinking it would make him a better weapon. Eventually, events conspired and Alden snapped when the only member of The Set to be kind to him, Sloth, was killed for threatening to expose Pride.
Alden, driven into a deeper rage than ever before killed Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and even disembowelled Pride. Greed manage to escape and Alden slaughtered everything in his path trying to catch the man. Eventually succeeding in his goal. Bereft of a target for his rage and the chase having left him in the middle of nowhere Alden finally collapsed the trauma and coming off of the dosage causing him to bury most of his memories.
He wound up in Isra where his talents and skill soon earned him the eye of the then, criminal Madam Naoki. She recruited him as one of her enforcers a role he continued as her power expanded and grew until she finally became Empress. His reward for his loyalty? Appointment to the head of The Sun Marshals her special police force, effectively making him her right-hand man.
During this time he also uncovered his own past and learned that Pride had survived, the man had made preparations for such an eventuality and his death only saw his soul moving to a phylactery as he became a lich.
Pride created a new Set, this time making each member just as he made Alden. Eventually, this culminated in Pride attacking Isra and his eventual, final defeat.
Decades have passed since that time and Alden, whose power kept him at his prime for years continued to serve Isra until the new calamity took him to The Island of Mists, his empress reduced to a captain and he now serving as her first mate.
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Allegiances: Naoki and Port Argentum
Place of Residence: Port Argentum
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Alden on Mar 3, 2024 10:29:34 GMT -5
"Good, you are awake."
Alden said, he'd been silent while Crimson was sleeping. Language was a tricky thing to him, it was his best way of communicating with other people but it often failed him. He had already figured out that the bound figure couldn't speak but that left him flummoxed on how to communicate. So he stuck to what he knew and hoped that if he kept a calm voice it would keep the other calm, he didn't have a lot of faith in this stratagem working long term but social skills weren't his forte.
"And you aren't flopping around any more, that's good. Still breathing, even better."
There had been little for him to do but ruminate on recent events and he'd deduced that the other person had been struggling to breath. This really did add to his fish theory though, how, why or by whom a fish had been turned into a human was a true mystery. Certainly, it was the sort of magical experiment he could see an eccentric wizard doing but why bother with that sort of thing when there were more pressing issues to deal?
"Here, you should drink first. We can get you some food after."
As he said this he got close and proffered up a water flask to his semi-captive. He didn't know if this would go over well but it was the best place to start, he could hear the rumbling of Crimson's stomach but it was a poor idea to eat first, especially since the rations Alden carried were dry and hard to chew under the best of circumstances.
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Iascor
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: Beyond time, looks in early twentys though
Appearance: A built large figure with white and pale skin and long dark hair. Their skin seems almost untouched by the world despite looking like they've lived for longer than a newborn. They stand around 7'2. They look like no certain gender rather looking like all. They wear loose clothing most the time. A giant mark was is in the center of their chest, the mark is what seems like a combination of a scar, brand, and tattoo in one. In the center lays a giant stab scar that was orange instead of red that could only be delivered by a large weapon, spewing from the scar is black lines that seemed to crack off the orange covering a diamond like shape. To finish the last remarkable detail, surrounding all the cracks and the scar there is a terrible circle that seems to be made of tendrils with some connecting with eyes.
Equipment: Blanket robe.
Skills and Abilities: Sometimes they forget how to breath. Walk straight and understand basic commands.
Biography: Found and named by Alden. Then joined his adventuring group east bound.
Allegiances: Alden, Arianne Graves
Place of Residence: Dirt, camp
Registered: Feb 9, 2024 0:21:00 GMT -5
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Post by Iascor on Mar 4, 2024 1:48:45 GMT -5
The figure enjoyed the warmth of the fire still, even going out to touch it. But they stopped when they heard a voice. The figure's body instantly tensed putting much strain on the thread that bound them. Then they heard the voice again and started more actively going against the rope. They weren't flailing but they were resisting heavily. Learning from last time the figure also made their neck hard to grab by shifting it in a way with no rhythm. They felt what they had felt in the water, but now just able to breathe. Suddenly their face started to get wet it seemed like their eyes were producing water. The eye water also scared the figure making them reel back their head and put their face into the sand.
The small one had spoken during the figure's resistance but the figure faded that out of their mind. The figure continued to strain the the twine bounding them. Then they say it, the hand that had hurt them not too long ago. At the sight of the hand holding something the figure braced their face and neck waiting to be hit or forced not to breath again. When the feeling of pain didn't instantly hit them, they started to push themselves away from Aldens hand.
In the terror of them backing up, not getting to far being bound and forced to back away by pushing with their hands. They backed into a rather jagged and sharp rock that had washed up. When the figure saw it, it was too late they had already run their left arm against it. The figure stopped what they were doing and the tight roped loosened as they looked at their dark arm. The smooth and sandy olive skin their body bore now had a cut across it, pouring from it a black with a tint of purple in the reflection of the setting sun.
The figure stayed still looking at its left arm. The figure looked up at Alden face red and water across their face from their eyes. They then slowly held up their arm towards him. Then in some deep other worldly beyond simple thought language they formed a mix of sounds at once that no one would consider words if not looking at who was speaking them. After forming that they continued to extend their black bleeding arm. The weight of their body seemed like too much as their extended two arm started to fail and droop down. With this the figure started to make water out of their eyes more furiously as their body forced their throat to make sounds of sorrow and pain.
Though Alden would never understand what was just said from the figure, the figures eyes begged for help from the hand that hurt them.
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Alden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 266
Age: 53(?)
Appearance: The reference image is a commissioned piece and is accurate.
Alden is 6 even, with shoulder-length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid-set cheekbones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well-muscled body of a swordsman, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one were to do a more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris, there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Underneath his shirt, Alden's skin is a mass of scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding amidst the rest of the scars.
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Equipment: Alden's general loadout when he goes fighting consists of the following:
A twin set of enchanted shortswords. The simple straight blades are unnatural dark, absorbing rather than reflecting light. Giving the enchanted steel an appearance closer to cold iron. The guard has the Isran sun emblem emblazoned in a medallion shape just above the guard, which is wrapped in simple leather. The enchantments increase their sharpness and durability, as well as being able to ignite the blood of anything that he has pierced with either blade.
Numerous braces and hidden throwing knives all over his body. At one point, these were also enchanted but when the calamity struck he didn't have time to grab his original set. So these are all well-made but ultimately mundane weapons. Still, with his strength and skill, they can be quite deadly.
Unfortunately, at present, he is also missing his armour. His preferred armour is leather dyed in mottled black and greys, with strike plates sewn between layers for added protection. His old set was also enchanted for increased protection from physical and magical attacks.
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Skills and Abilities: Alden is, for lack of a better term, a weapon master. He has been trained to use almost any weapon you can think to name. Relentless daily training with each, with extraordinarily demanding expectations on performance and harsh incentives for failure giving a level of skill with most of them that make him formidable.
However, his preferred style involves twin short swords. While he is skilled with all of his weapons thanks to training, he discovered a natural talent with the blade. His level of skill when wielding his short swords is on another level entirely, nearly transcendent in his skill.
On top of that, he is a living magical enchantment. Carved into his body are a variety of runes that grant him numerous innate abilities. He is inhumanly strong, around three to four times stronger than a man in a similar state of physical fitness would be. This also applies to his endurance, speed, reflexes, and other physical traits. He also has regenerative abilities exceeding human normal, able to heal from even broken bones in a matter of days rather than weeks.
In addition, he is immune to most poisons and resistant to the rest. The runes etched into his eyes ensure he can see the same no matter the level of light and reveal magical auras to him. Runes along his back make him impossible to scry on directly and provide him a measure of resistance to magical attack. This, combined with training, also makes him immune to magical mental influence. Finally, runes on his feet dampen any sound he might make taking his already considerable stealth abilities to another level entirely.
Speaking of his training also included all of the skills one would think an Assassin should have. He knows how to mix poisons, move without being seen or making noise, scale walls, lie or disguise himself, pick locks, pick pockets, just for starters. He is also quite skilled at clerical work and he has some diplomacy ability after thirty years leading the Sun Marshals.
Beyond all of this, Alden also possesses an incredible amount of willpower. If Alden decides that he will do something, there is very little that can stop him from doing it. In fact, at present, the only thing that could deter him from a course of action is Captain Naoki. The former Empress is the only person he has any loyalty to and he often values her judgement on matters above his own.
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Biography: Alden was born to a small farming family in an out-of-the-way village. His parents named him Toan and until he was five his destiny was most likely to live and die on the same farm he was born. However, that all changed when Pride arrived.
The leader of a criminal group known as The Set, Pride offered his parents a sum of money that would make any poor farmer's heart stop. Enough money to change their lives forever and all he wanted was Alden, one of nearly a dozen children. A child that wasn't even old enough to help with chores around the farm yet. And the man as so nice, he wanted a ward that he could train to be a retainer how bad of a life could that be?
The answer to that question was basically Hell. Pride was a potent alchemist, enchanter, and scholar and he had but one goal in mind. To create a superior warrior. Alden was subjected to hellish daily training along with six other children. Forced to learn to fight with every weapon, against any foe, in any condition. His limbs were broken deliberately and he was forced to continue to fight and train in constant agony. And this was among the mildest of the ways he was trained.
The culmination of the training came when he was twelve. When he and the six other children were locked in a room and told that the only one who got to leave... was the only one to survive. Of course, surviving was hardly a reward.
Once Pride had only the strongest of the children left he proceeded to the next step of his plan. Alden's memories and identity were seared away as Pride carved runes into his flesh and his very soul. Transforming the young man into a living magical artifact and keeping him on a drug that suppressed all of his emotions.
From there Alden became the new Wrath of the set, a weapon meant only to slay those he was told to. That may have been all he would be but Pride made a miscalculation, Alden's runes helped him to build an immunity to the dosage meant to keep his emotions in check, a weakness made worse by Pride having let him keep his anger thinking it would make him a better weapon. Eventually, events conspired and Alden snapped when the only member of The Set to be kind to him, Sloth, was killed for threatening to expose Pride.
Alden, driven into a deeper rage than ever before killed Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and even disembowelled Pride. Greed manage to escape and Alden slaughtered everything in his path trying to catch the man. Eventually succeeding in his goal. Bereft of a target for his rage and the chase having left him in the middle of nowhere Alden finally collapsed the trauma and coming off of the dosage causing him to bury most of his memories.
He wound up in Isra where his talents and skill soon earned him the eye of the then, criminal Madam Naoki. She recruited him as one of her enforcers a role he continued as her power expanded and grew until she finally became Empress. His reward for his loyalty? Appointment to the head of The Sun Marshals her special police force, effectively making him her right-hand man.
During this time he also uncovered his own past and learned that Pride had survived, the man had made preparations for such an eventuality and his death only saw his soul moving to a phylactery as he became a lich.
Pride created a new Set, this time making each member just as he made Alden. Eventually, this culminated in Pride attacking Isra and his eventual, final defeat.
Decades have passed since that time and Alden, whose power kept him at his prime for years continued to serve Isra until the new calamity took him to The Island of Mists, his empress reduced to a captain and he now serving as her first mate.
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Allegiances: Naoki and Port Argentum
Place of Residence: Port Argentum
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Alden on Mar 6, 2024 20:38:01 GMT -5
"Seriously, why would anyone do this?"
Alden knew the question was only understood by the asker and expected no response. But he kept his tone calm and gentle, he was fairly certain that was just a good thing to do when dealing with a wild animal. So he just voiced what he was thinking about, mostly his theory that someone had turned a fish into a person. It truly made no sense but as he watched the poor thing flop around on the ground in a panic.
"Oh, no, you silly thing you are going to hurt yourself." He said as he moved forward, he'd not chased after the figure immediately because he didn't want to startle it further. But then he saw the rock. "You've cut yourself, careful, don't want to get salt water in the wound." Unfortunately, even as he said it, he knew it was an inevitability. Water being painful was going to do terrible things to the fish's mental state... maybe. Alden still had no idea how much conception of self had come along with the new body.
"Huh... Actually, that sort of sounded like a seal barking." Alden mused as the keening finished and the figure offered up its injury. Seel might make more sense, maybe this was actually a selkie with Ameneisa, forgot that it could turn into a fae. That might explain the black blood, fairies frequently had blood that was different from the common red variety.
"Let me see." As he said that, he took the injured limb into his hands and examined it. He debated cleaning it out with alcohol to be safe, decided that might spook them, and opted to rinse it out with water from his flask instead. Once it was clean, he wrapped it with some clean linen bandages he had in another pouch for just such occasions. "There you are, that will help stop the bleeding."
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Iascor
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: Beyond time, looks in early twentys though
Appearance: A built large figure with white and pale skin and long dark hair. Their skin seems almost untouched by the world despite looking like they've lived for longer than a newborn. They stand around 7'2. They look like no certain gender rather looking like all. They wear loose clothing most the time. A giant mark was is in the center of their chest, the mark is what seems like a combination of a scar, brand, and tattoo in one. In the center lays a giant stab scar that was orange instead of red that could only be delivered by a large weapon, spewing from the scar is black lines that seemed to crack off the orange covering a diamond like shape. To finish the last remarkable detail, surrounding all the cracks and the scar there is a terrible circle that seems to be made of tendrils with some connecting with eyes.
Equipment: Blanket robe.
Skills and Abilities: Sometimes they forget how to breath. Walk straight and understand basic commands.
Biography: Found and named by Alden. Then joined his adventuring group east bound.
Allegiances: Alden, Arianne Graves
Place of Residence: Dirt, camp
Registered: Feb 9, 2024 0:21:00 GMT -5
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Post by Iascor on Mar 7, 2024 1:55:02 GMT -5
The figure was sitting upright, their face was red as they started the path to sobbing. And then they did start sobbing they didn't much like the feeling having their air being whipped back in, then mucus stopping their nose. This went on for a second of them sobbing and trying to stay upright and breathing and holding out their arm all at once. Some sand had gotten into the wound it seemed which made the figure uneasy. They didn't flail they felt pain and it wasn't stopping, why wasn't it stopping. They just wanted it to stop.
Then Alden went to grab the figures arms, which to respond they yanked their bound wrists back. This made them open their tear driven eyes to look at the man. But that made the pain grow so they slowly let Alden grab their arm. His strong grip was somewhat comforting and the way his gruff hands went against their skin was soothing. How calm his voice was it, it was nice. What were these feelings, was this what they were banished too, it shouldn't be nice but it is beautiful. He was beautiful.
They broke out of the trance rather rudely when fresh water was poured on their wounds almost giving an instant ptsd attack. They flailed back their arms sending them back onto the ground, but it looked somewhat better and the sand was gone. Then Alden wrapped their arm in something around the wound. It was strange having something so secure to them, so naturally they tried to shake it off. They waved their arms trying to loosen the weird feeling object attached to them.
They looked back at the man this time to really look at him. He was small and looked like a wet cat incarnate as a human, he wasn't handsome and his more toned than actual muscular body was horribly scarred. He didn't seem to have anything yet the figure couldn't help but feel attached to this person. It was weird, they felt that they would gladly go through the ocean again if only it meant to be found by this man again.
The figure then let their mind go blank forgetting everything they had just thought. Must've been not important. They then relaxed their muscles and held out their bound hands. Showing that they would like to be cut free and promised not to flail. Their stomach let off another low rumble as the figure spotted a freshly washed up fish flailing about near the edge of the ocean. Well that fish looks stupid.
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Alden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 266
Age: 53(?)
Appearance: The reference image is a commissioned piece and is accurate.
Alden is 6 even, with shoulder-length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid-set cheekbones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well-muscled body of a swordsman, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one were to do a more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris, there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Underneath his shirt, Alden's skin is a mass of scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding amidst the rest of the scars.
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Equipment: Alden's general loadout when he goes fighting consists of the following:
A twin set of enchanted shortswords. The simple straight blades are unnatural dark, absorbing rather than reflecting light. Giving the enchanted steel an appearance closer to cold iron. The guard has the Isran sun emblem emblazoned in a medallion shape just above the guard, which is wrapped in simple leather. The enchantments increase their sharpness and durability, as well as being able to ignite the blood of anything that he has pierced with either blade.
Numerous braces and hidden throwing knives all over his body. At one point, these were also enchanted but when the calamity struck he didn't have time to grab his original set. So these are all well-made but ultimately mundane weapons. Still, with his strength and skill, they can be quite deadly.
Unfortunately, at present, he is also missing his armour. His preferred armour is leather dyed in mottled black and greys, with strike plates sewn between layers for added protection. His old set was also enchanted for increased protection from physical and magical attacks.
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Skills and Abilities: Alden is, for lack of a better term, a weapon master. He has been trained to use almost any weapon you can think to name. Relentless daily training with each, with extraordinarily demanding expectations on performance and harsh incentives for failure giving a level of skill with most of them that make him formidable.
However, his preferred style involves twin short swords. While he is skilled with all of his weapons thanks to training, he discovered a natural talent with the blade. His level of skill when wielding his short swords is on another level entirely, nearly transcendent in his skill.
On top of that, he is a living magical enchantment. Carved into his body are a variety of runes that grant him numerous innate abilities. He is inhumanly strong, around three to four times stronger than a man in a similar state of physical fitness would be. This also applies to his endurance, speed, reflexes, and other physical traits. He also has regenerative abilities exceeding human normal, able to heal from even broken bones in a matter of days rather than weeks.
In addition, he is immune to most poisons and resistant to the rest. The runes etched into his eyes ensure he can see the same no matter the level of light and reveal magical auras to him. Runes along his back make him impossible to scry on directly and provide him a measure of resistance to magical attack. This, combined with training, also makes him immune to magical mental influence. Finally, runes on his feet dampen any sound he might make taking his already considerable stealth abilities to another level entirely.
Speaking of his training also included all of the skills one would think an Assassin should have. He knows how to mix poisons, move without being seen or making noise, scale walls, lie or disguise himself, pick locks, pick pockets, just for starters. He is also quite skilled at clerical work and he has some diplomacy ability after thirty years leading the Sun Marshals.
Beyond all of this, Alden also possesses an incredible amount of willpower. If Alden decides that he will do something, there is very little that can stop him from doing it. In fact, at present, the only thing that could deter him from a course of action is Captain Naoki. The former Empress is the only person he has any loyalty to and he often values her judgement on matters above his own.
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Biography: Alden was born to a small farming family in an out-of-the-way village. His parents named him Toan and until he was five his destiny was most likely to live and die on the same farm he was born. However, that all changed when Pride arrived.
The leader of a criminal group known as The Set, Pride offered his parents a sum of money that would make any poor farmer's heart stop. Enough money to change their lives forever and all he wanted was Alden, one of nearly a dozen children. A child that wasn't even old enough to help with chores around the farm yet. And the man as so nice, he wanted a ward that he could train to be a retainer how bad of a life could that be?
The answer to that question was basically Hell. Pride was a potent alchemist, enchanter, and scholar and he had but one goal in mind. To create a superior warrior. Alden was subjected to hellish daily training along with six other children. Forced to learn to fight with every weapon, against any foe, in any condition. His limbs were broken deliberately and he was forced to continue to fight and train in constant agony. And this was among the mildest of the ways he was trained.
The culmination of the training came when he was twelve. When he and the six other children were locked in a room and told that the only one who got to leave... was the only one to survive. Of course, surviving was hardly a reward.
Once Pride had only the strongest of the children left he proceeded to the next step of his plan. Alden's memories and identity were seared away as Pride carved runes into his flesh and his very soul. Transforming the young man into a living magical artifact and keeping him on a drug that suppressed all of his emotions.
From there Alden became the new Wrath of the set, a weapon meant only to slay those he was told to. That may have been all he would be but Pride made a miscalculation, Alden's runes helped him to build an immunity to the dosage meant to keep his emotions in check, a weakness made worse by Pride having let him keep his anger thinking it would make him a better weapon. Eventually, events conspired and Alden snapped when the only member of The Set to be kind to him, Sloth, was killed for threatening to expose Pride.
Alden, driven into a deeper rage than ever before killed Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and even disembowelled Pride. Greed manage to escape and Alden slaughtered everything in his path trying to catch the man. Eventually succeeding in his goal. Bereft of a target for his rage and the chase having left him in the middle of nowhere Alden finally collapsed the trauma and coming off of the dosage causing him to bury most of his memories.
He wound up in Isra where his talents and skill soon earned him the eye of the then, criminal Madam Naoki. She recruited him as one of her enforcers a role he continued as her power expanded and grew until she finally became Empress. His reward for his loyalty? Appointment to the head of The Sun Marshals her special police force, effectively making him her right-hand man.
During this time he also uncovered his own past and learned that Pride had survived, the man had made preparations for such an eventuality and his death only saw his soul moving to a phylactery as he became a lich.
Pride created a new Set, this time making each member just as he made Alden. Eventually, this culminated in Pride attacking Isra and his eventual, final defeat.
Decades have passed since that time and Alden, whose power kept him at his prime for years continued to serve Isra until the new calamity took him to The Island of Mists, his empress reduced to a captain and he now serving as her first mate.
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Allegiances: Naoki and Port Argentum
Place of Residence: Port Argentum
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Alden on Mar 10, 2024 15:26:20 GMT -5
"Don't touch it."
Alden said, stopping them from moving their hands to try and pluck at the bandage. He didn't swat, he just grasped their wrist firmly but not tightly until it was understood that they were not to touch the bandage. With that accomplished he sighed and pushed back to his feet, his gaze flicked over to the fish that had just washed up. That was certainly convenient considering his new seal theory, they would recognize the fish as food which made his life easier.
Even if Crimson was studying Alden, it was unlikely they would fully grasp the sequence of events that took place next. Every movement was natural, he shifted his hand and as it came across his body passing over his vest, a knife appeared in his hand and left it as he finished moving his arm. It landed with precision, sinking into the neck of the animal putting it out of its misery almost instantly.
He walked over and picked it up, with a few quick motions he scaled, sliced, and gutted the fish. It would be a bit surreal for most people to watch him work, his movements were quick, precise, and efficient. Alden possessed a control over his body that the figure who had just washed up could only dream of at the moment. The innate grace of a predatory animal doing something that came to it naturally, honed by the levels of practice that only came with daily use.
"I'm not sure." He said as he took note of the silent free for freedom. He skewered the fish on a sharpened stick and put it over the fire to roast, scale side toward the heat, body spread apart to help it cook more evenly. "Are you going to touch the bandage?" He asked, knowing he'd get no answer but he sighed and reached over to undo the knots he'd tied anyway, he wasn't going to lose good cord by cutting it.
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