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Name: Sapphire
Gender: Female
Life Stage: Older Child (Nearly Young Adult)

Appearance: (Assuming we're going with your human biased story basis) She wears a Angelic Raiment with the dress a deep navy blue, trim a sky blue. She has dazzling cerulean eyes, and stark black, shoulder length hair. She wears a Magic Hood, and very rarely pulls the hood down, usually using it to conceal her face. Sapphire also has a simple neckless made of string, a small round Moonstone hanging as a pendant, but the neckless is under her armour.

Bio: Before the crash, Sapphire wasn't fairly remarkable in any immediate subjects. She mainly spent her time reading, and thus ended up fairly introverted. She didn't train to be a Knight in any respects as she found reading more entertaining. Sapphire would often just stroll around the Skylark, frequently losing herself just staring out the windows at the stars and beyond. After the crash she had a period of mental withdrawal, but luckily her parents were there with her, both of whom survived the crash and were decent Knights. To help her cope with her crash induced condition, they took her on various trips around the vicinity of the Rescue camp and afterwords Haven. Over time, the little calming trips helped her overcome her shock, as observing the nature that Cradle had to offer was like a real-life glimpse into some of the books she read. Once she got older, her parents decided to start taking her on trips to the Clockworks, as not many books had survived the crash, and books were the one place where Sapphire could escape to happily. She quickly earned to enjoy the runs, but they stuck to nature themed levels. Sapphire had just gotten old enough to receive permission to traverse the Clockworks solo, before the events of the RP.

Personality: Though introverted before, the crash impacted Sapphire heavily, even after her recovery. She's pretty shy and doesn't talk much, but has a great innate curiosity.

Important Note: I developed Sapphire with the premise of the Roleplay, and unique rules in mind. Her one (or more) greatest ability is undefined. I decided that, depending on how the RP goes, Sapphire's strengths and abilities will develop to conform with the situation. Not that her ability is adaptation, but rather that whatever comes up will shape what truly makes her special. Also, seeing how the RP is eared towards social interaction and character development, I left her personality rather broad and slightly ambiguous.

Can't wait to begin!!! :D

*Name: Luke
*Gender: male
*Life Stage: older child
*Appearance: Cobalt color eyes, Cool Spiral Crescent helm, Cool Spiral Brigandine,
*Bio: Grew up on cradle, only knowledge of Isora is from older knights. When he first defeated the Snarbolax, (With the help of others.) He felt courage, and began to hone his skill. When he was sent on the Royal Jelly mission, he was ready for anything. After his team had defeated the King of slime, he felt like he was noticed. Started to adventure into the Clockworks more, and talked to people more. It was on one of his adventures in the clockworks that he disappeared, waking up with only his Swiftstrike on his back. Luke is very quick, and good at dodging blows. He used a Flourish before losing it. Is curious and wonders a lot. Can be a little shy of imposing/intimidating people. Good at moving quickly, crafted his Swiftstrike to aid him with speed. Can be very quiet when needed, some may not notice he is present before he speaks. His goal in life is to be special, or noticed. Others are special in that they have skills in aim, swordplay, or even just surviving. Luke had none of that, and that's why he tries to be good at something.
Shield: Swiftstrike Buckler

*Name: Logan

*Gender: Construct

*Life Stage: Elder

*Appearance: Rusted Furnace-esque body, Domed head with a slit in the top. Orange light eminates from it. Arms that show bare wiring with few plates of different coloured scrap metal on his shoulders, wrists & hands. Has a sack threaded around his back full of spare bits & pieces of junk.

*Bio, personality, and other notes: A Mecha-Knight of an old design, disused due to high production costs back in the day. He was dropped into a deconstruction zone that was never fully deconstructed, and in the end, simply abandoned by the Gremlins. After a long period of time trying to figure out where his masters finally were, he began to wander around the level, inspecting new objects. He came across an odd piece of discarded technology, that allowed him to process his thought patterns into simple words. After alot of experimenting, he was able to combine various sounds into words. High, Low, Sword, Shield, Gun. His abilities began to improve the longer he practiced.

After a time, he spotted a punch gun on the ground, and instintively pointed and called out a combination of 2 words. Low Gun. The words stuck in his head, and all he began to say were these 2 words. Low Gun, Low Gun. These eventually merged together into what he would later be called as. Logan. Logan's days were long and unfulfilled, but satisfying to him. More words were strung together from words he found on signs as he eventually taught himself how to use the modulator to process written words instead of just observational thoughts. His dialect was becoming more and more advanced, for a construct that was only used to mute, blind, orders.

His casing was deterierating though. One day, his arm just fell off. No matter how much he placed it back, it just fell back to the floor. He then made a process in his head to repair using the closest available resource to him. Scrap. Taking some old bolts on the floor, Logan replaced the worn ones from his socket, and rejoined his arm. This became instinctive quickly, as his body began to deterierate more every day. The real issue came when his main body began to fall apart. He searched for a replacement, but to no avail. No scrap chassis were around. Thats when he found an old furnace, used by the Gremlins to melt down scrap. Fitting the old thing into place, while gaining quite a bit of weight i the process, Logan found himself reliant no longer on energy, but heat. As he threw metal into his fiery chest, he felt fresh and energised.

The sad part is that his mind would eventually decay, and all knowledge of what he had learnt would go with it. Logan would remain contempt with doing new things, collecting scrap for repairs & fuel, while wandering the level for a time unknown, until one day it'd just...end.

*Name- Rigger Marsh

*Gender- Male

*Life Stage- Mature Adult

*Appearance- His cobalt armor is adorned with various bones, furs, and odd trinkets that cover up any cracks or weaknesses in his armor in an attempt to hide them. The thick reddish-grey hide of an ashtail cover up his head, and acts like a cape. His dirty face has a rather large greying beard that hasn't been trimmed since his last visit to Haven. Though his looomy green eyes may seem dull at times, there are many grand tales laying behind them.

Bio: To say he 'wasn't reliant on others' would be an understatement, Rigger went out of his way to avoid others at the cost of his sanity, returning to Haven only when he needed supplies. Everything was a thread in a world where the hunt never ends, and he was always prepared for a hunt. His furs meant a place to sleep reguardless of where he was, his traps a steady source of food. As time went on Rigger found he needed Haven less and less, returning only when summoned by the order. The seperation from society set in as he began to become more beast-like in his everyday actions; the most apparent being his food. His vorocious hunger tossed manners aside as he'd set upon his prey as a wild dog. He was returning to Haven when the elevators broke, leaving him stranded, and critically low on supplies.

Personality: Though paranoid and distrustful of others, tries to hide all emotions the best he can and others usually perceive him as dull or Evasive. This can change VERY quickly should food run low; a slave to his hunger, famine can adversely affect his judgment.

Name : Lindsey Brenton

Gender : Female

Life Stage : Older Child (15-16?)

Appearance : Lindsey stands as a rather small (but soundly stout) 5'2, and weighs at a range of 90-95 pounds. Unlike most Knights, she often enjoys running and exercise outside of her armor (alone, in private), allowing her complexion to be a bit more tanned than most others (not surfer tan, but about half that between albino and surfer :P). While considered slim for her height : weight ratio, she's a very fit young woman. Her dirty-blonde hair is layered by a happy accident, and though it can reach down to her shoulder blades, she often has this tied up into a bun or a ponytail for convenience's sake. Her bright eyes, most notably the sparkling benitoite irises that tell all about her energy and genius, is often the winner of many staring contests, be it against a computer screen or another person.

Other skedaddling shenanigans :

Bio :

In stark contrast to Sapphire, her classmate, Lindsey was changed by the crash. Before her new life on Cradle, her confidence had allowed her to strive and thrive in all her classes, but her strong suit had been with physical sciences and engineering. In fact, she was a prodigy among her classmates for constructing the most sturdy contraptions. Her bridges, made out of wood glue and toothpicks, withstood at LEAST 10 pounds before they collapsed, and she often improvised her way out of many logic-based problems by coming up with theorems and formulas years ahead of her supposed grades. She would've been a great architect or engineer in the making, had it not been for the Crash.

The crash of the Skylark was said to be one of the hardest times on Lindsey's life, when her parents' escape pods skipped past the first, second, third, fourth, and fifth stratums in the Clockworks. They went past depth after depth, the gravity of the Core pulling them in faster than terminal velocity would allow, and two orbs were seen to be flashing brightly as they exploded, instantly killing Lindsey's parents. She was closer to them than anyone else, and in a world alien, she had to learn how to take care of herself...alone.

No one knows how she came into the Rescue Camp alive, unarmed and bleeding out, and she doesn't plan to tell anyone soon, but from that point on, she buried herself in her studies on Cradle's engineering. She spent countless hours cramming all the knowledge she had into sojourns with the rest of the older, less talented Geo Knights, and though she was not nearly as experienced as Wegner or Hahn in their respective fields, she had shown great promise.

She was chosen to do a field survey alone for the first time prior to the events taking place, as the Geo Knights' numbers were running thin from a heightened rate of deaths in sojourns...

Equipment :

Solid Cobalt Armor

Solid Cobalt Helm (Cool Plume)

OOC : For all the science-fictiony fans, here's a shout-out to the XNA theory.

Another faulty sample...no signs of deoxyribose...nor ribose...

As much as Lindsey enjoyed working in the field, whatnot with the unnatural skyward breezes and the gentle, tepid caresses of the artificial sun above, she could not help but feel the tension in the air, as a gazelle does when the winds bring the scent of trouble when a lion would be near...

...she continued to pull samples from the carcass, a rotten, gangrene-infested husk that scarcely held the original genetic information. Though biology wasn't her main interest, and zoology was an even more distant interest, she was assigned to the task personally by Hahn, who wanted to acquire more samples of Chromalisks.

She was on the same page as him, though she did not need to be told what he was interested in : the extreme diversity of subspecies found throughout Cradle. It was a baffling subject, though Lindsey would've cared less about such things. What interested her more was how the artificial sun could still emit enough rays to support life...without killing it entirely. If the Order could get a firmer grasp on how to replicate and improve this technology, they could perhaps survive on any planet.

Truth be told, the Order was living in a half-metal, half-earthen monstrosity. Lindsey hated it all the more when it had claimed her parents' lives, but she still wanted to see it from the eyes of its creator : Tinkinzar, the alien, fur-clad (if he even was still covered in fur, given how much of a distant myth he was to his own people) engineer who sacrificed entire planets to protect the Core.

And whatever was in that Core was responsible for this mess that the Order was in.

As she cut off her line of thought, she found her composure broken; it was only becoming worse and worse as her breathes progressed into muted huffs. She released her now-clenched fists, and allowed her arms to drop to her side.

And then she stood up. She allowed herself to become distracted once, but now she knew...there was something amiss. Very, very amiss.

OOC: I'm not exactly sure how you want us to exactly set up our characters, especially without weapons. We're at the Gloaming Wildwoods, right?

Sapphire placed her hands gently on the side of the wall, looking out over the vastness of the Clockworks. An enigmatic breeze touched her hair as she gazed at the giant mechanical labyrinth, reaching out beyond the lights' reach. She let out a sigh, brushing her hair back. A resounding churning echoed from all directions as an unseen gear rotated.

She swivelled around, now leaning on the wall, facing into the grassy field resting atop an iron body. It was wonderfully strange, and to be amidst it, observing it, was enough to spark Sapphire's curious spirit. How queer it was to see such contrasting entities juxtaposed together in a synthetic harmony.

Sapphire's lips curved into a small grin, despite the hazy atmosphere, the Wildwoods weren't that bad. Perhaps one day she could bring one of her mystery books down to read beneath the peculiar trees, she could at least think of three that would easily supplement the mood.

Another churning clang rang out, immediately followed by a screeching grind. A shiver danced its way up Sapphire's back. The Wildwoods were unlike other levels, but its dark atmosphere and hauntingly serene ambience were something she couldn't find anywhere else.

A stronger breeze blew past, forcing Sapphire to brush her hair from her eyesight once more. She pulled her hood back on tentatively. Suddenly alert, her pleasant daydreams drifted solemnly away, leaving her insecurities the freedom to crawl forth. Almost whimpering, she slowly trekked on.

A lone knight sat.
There was many places in Haven to go to, but this individual choose and abandoned outlook. There used to be many of these, looking over the clockworks. A sign of exploration to come, and dominance over the creatures below. But as the knight sat on a rock that was past the metal platform, he realized that there were no victors down there. The clockworks was a wild, and beautiful place. Made by gremlins long before the Isorans had crashed here, the clockworks had turned, and clanged, and groaned.

With a morbid thought, Gatley thought of a gremlin bleeding. The drops echoing throughout the clockworks of another life lost. Lost to the core. Lost to the clockworks. Lost to Cradle.

The endless cycles that Gatley had spent fighting had not deterred his vicious fighting spirit; but inside, each battle wore him down. He briefly wondered if his home was still there. Just outside of Haven. He had adopted his crashed excape pod as his quarters, and no one had argued. He was lucky too- the pod had crashed just outside Haven, right into a small cave. The odds were next to nil.

It was probably still there. Gatley had been away from it so long, he wouldn't know.

In the distance a clang rang out. The clockworks were always noisy. But Gatley liked the noise. It wasn't the deep worn voice of an auctioner, speaking of winnings. It wasn't the crowd yelling and mumbling as they walked throughout Haven.

A cloud suddenly formed over Gatley's head, as he watched the clockworks with his intent stare. Something was amiss.

But there was nothing he could do now, nothing he could use his sword in the corner for. Nothing he could do but wait.

OOC:

Aekun did you read these rules?

There are a few other rules to be aware of.
*Your character must be able to communicate with Knights.
*Weapons are disallowed (shields are allowed, though).
*Battle sprites are disallowed.
*Your unarmed combat abilities are incapable of killing, maiming, wounding, or otherwise rendering enemies unable to fight.
*You are not allowed to manage NPCs without first obtaining my permission. Do not attempt to first use NPCs and then retroactively get my permission.

If these rules had been followed, you should have not been able to render the thwacker unconscious.

I also don't believe you are able to make makeshift weapons.

((Yes Feline-Grenadier it was for you :P))

Waiting for just a moment longer in the brush, Rigger exploded from his hiding place to confront his foe. His arms raised above his bloody maw, he looked at the...girl? Rigger's arms fell to the floor as he tilted his head and furrowed his brow in confusion. Before him stood not a gremlin, mechination, or anything threatening at all, but a miniature woman instead. Even if it was an enemy, Rigger would have let it go at this size; killing off whelps scares away and hurts the heard. In the confusion, the girl must've fallen down some how, causing here hair to fall out of it's tidy ponytail; her eyes burning through him.

"Who are you"

Rigger hissed before fully realizing that she was human. 'Courtesy' was not his talent, but he did give it his best shot. Standing up straigt, he wiped the blood from his mouth, and removed his wolver hood. Clearing his throught, he addressed the woman again.

"I am Rigger"

He said, tapping himself on the chest

"And you are?"

App and where do we start?
Name: Belmez
Gender: Male
Life Stage: Mature Adult
Appearance
Bio: Belmez was one of those knights who liked the darkness and often staying in dark patches and areas but is much weaker in the light. During Belmez's adventures, he found an accessory which gave him customized horns. Belmez is well known in Devilite cities and Candlestick Keeps since they both like darkness. However, the lifts stopped working as Belmez stopped on Candlestick Keep.
Personality: Smart, aggressive, hates when he is attacked by allies, likes the darkness, thinks anyone that isn't using shadow is fighting unfair and hates being in the light for too long.
Other notes: So agile that he could avoid 3 Snarbolax's attacks for 5 minutes without having to rest.

Name:

Rezure

Gender:

Female (Because why not)

Life Stage

Mid-Adult

Appearance

Because you asked for one and this is the best I could find.

Bio

Starting off as a simple working Gremlin tasked with burning the wasted metal down to scrap and smelting it for more work in the Clockworks this Rezure found his work boring. Wanting more out of life he picked up one of the Scortcher's ignition sticks, slapping them together on the ground causing flames to heat up the metal faster then when normally worked on in half the time. It was like watching joy jump across the metals he worked on. As fun as it was to speed her work with the ignition sticks she found her work was never quite done, always feeling a little hollow inside when she was away from work. However she was also the smith behind the brake away with Emberlight and the King's forces.

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Knowing the Kings ideals were wrong, at least he believe they where wrong, Rezure packed her backs and left for the outcast home of her fellow Gremlins with the intent of working to help make the roads and Clockworks safer for all. However shortly after starting her new work, the Gremlin was drafted into a army given the rights to behold the Flame Units of the Gremlin order. Thou his hands where meant for building, she slowly found that hollow hole in her heart was being filled with each creature that stood in the way of her weapon. Thou fearing for her sanity she turned away from the men and women she protected for help, maybe some one above to save her from the flames that she was trained to kill with, perhaps they could aid her. If only she could reach the surface.

Sorry wrong href. It was herf.

Sorry Thinslayer, I didn't know you wanted us to begin at the mission lobby. If I have to, I'll re-write my introoooo.

OOC : I pull the power-play card on Blessid! I did not give you my permission, so if you could please delete your part starting from the "she was still staring at Rigger" part to the bottom, or at least change it so you aren't controlling Lindsey?

BIC :

By the time Rigger had realized he was about to attack a Knight, Lindsey was bracing herself to get hit by whatever what was coming...

...though the blow never came. Hesitant to open her eyes, Lindsey still held her stiffened pose until she decided it was safe, only to open her eyes to see an older man...give or take thirty or forty years...

His arms dropped to the floor, and his brows were furrowed in confusion. Lindsey was equally bewildered, and she only looked at his bloodstained mouth and fur-clad attire in...not wonder, but not fear either.

"..."

There was some silence between the two before Lindsey managed to find her voice again.

"...um...d-did you need something?" she asked, her voice still a little shaky from the shock not half a minute ago...

"...m-my name's Lindsey..." she continued, "...I didn't...think that there'd be any other Kn-knights around here..."

There, i put in more of a story, if u want me to add then i will.

Originally, Sapphire was supposed to start in a Wolver Den anyways - I switched it after I considered your gate map... So um... Let's pretend that she was at Depth 1 in the Wolver Den :D

So has the RP really begun, exactly? I'm not sure what to do... I'm just kinda - there. So do I just wait until you choose what happens, Thin?

Lindsey shakes her head.

"...all of the things I have are in my uplink...so I guess we're good to go..."

She kicks the rotten Chromalisk carcass aside, out into the open, and begins to follow Rigger....