Aquilon Company: New Beginnings

I will give you two of my Valkyrie characters, Valkyrie overseer Xinde and her young male student, Midnight. They both belong to the blue star conclave, one of the most powerful Valkyrie conclaves known to Isoran. ( the symbol on Midnight's head is the conclave's insignia ) Blue star Valkyries are often dispatched to normal Spiral Knight squads to provide assistance in battle against fiends and undead (where their knowledge comes useful), the Blue Star Conclave strictly forbids it members from having love relationship with anyone outside the conclave, Valkyries or otherwise.

Name: Xinde

Age: 4000+

Gear: Cold Iron destroyer - a CIV / Divine avenger hybrid, a cold iron great sword with DA attack pattern.
Raging Griffon - an ancient variant of the gilded Griffon, nothing special except for extra ornaments on the gun frame.
Valkyrie overseer armor - a set of venerated Valkyrie raiment, no abnormal stats

Appearance/Costume/Personal Color: A cold blonde woman with hairs that are near bleached, her Valkyrie raiment is tattered in stitches and sew line. A sign that she has seen a lot of combat. Her face is pale and devoid of blood, much like her fellow Valkyries from the Blue Star conclave. Xinde's eyes are glowing blue, a sign of her aging but also her untainted spirit.

Wings: Xinde is very old for a Valkyrie, her past are wiped by the stains of time and her wings tell you as much, the once glorious ivory wings are now grey, covered in dusts and old blood stains from forgotten battles. Her wing span is twice as long as any adult Valkyrie, a testament to her greatness and wisdom.

Personality: Xinde is a harsh woman, always making sure that the youngsters of the Blue Star conclave does not violate the sacred law and become Fallens. One of the latest offender, Midnight, was kept under heavy surveillance by Xinde due to his latest love affair with a male squad captain he was recently assigned to. However, deep inside her heart, Xinde knew that she was an offender just like Midnight for falling in love with her own captain, Vanguard Orza during a great fiendish invasion on planet Isora almost 4000 years ago. Orza died during that ancient war, leaving the young Xinde to silently mourn for his death, some say the longing for captain Orza was the reason why Xinde lived for so long. She is often seen praying at the Blue Star monastery's sacred altar for her captain's return. But he never returned.

Important Notes: Xinde still holds an old cold iron crest necklace, a token Valkyries present to their leader as a sign of loyalty. This one was given to Orza and was probably recovered after the fiends were driven off.

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Name: Midnight

Age: 16

Gear: Cold iron Carver - with initiate ceremonial design.
Strike needle - normal strike needle with a platinum coating, says to bring good luck when fighting fiends.
Initiate Raiment - male version of the Valkyrie raiment with some purity seals attached on it.

Appearance/Costume/Personal Color: Much like his fellow Valkyries from the Blue Star conclave, Midnight appears to be Aryan with his hair being xanthous (bright yellow). He is really feminine even for a Valkyrie with long eye lashes, smooth jaw and slim nose.

Wings: being a young teenage Valkyrie, Midnight's wing span is shorter than the average adult, his white wings always shines with a blue sheen.

Personality: Midnight is a pure and good-natured boy with very feminine appearance and have questionable sexual orientation. Midnight is a loyal member of the blue star conclave and passed his initiation test without failing. Although the good grades made Midnight a promising young Valkyrie among his peers, he was rumored to be sexually confused and was tortured by the pressure he received from the conclave's hierarchy. Midnight does not react well to the presence of the Swarm energy, often suffers from puking and stomach churn during in deep clockwork expeditions.

Important Notes: Xinde was assigned to monitor Midnight's growth during this important period of his life (puberty) to make sure that he doesn't derail from the conclave's strict code of conduct. Immoral thoughts are often believed to be a contributor in a Valkyrie's descension (turning into a Fallen).

Name : Lucifera Mk Einde

Age : 16

Gear :

[{Original Design}Void Set - Coat, shirt, fingerless gloves, trousers, foot wraps] Total Set Effects:
ASI : High. Shadow Defense : Very High. Flight Speed and Endurance Increase : Very High. Pierce Vulnerability : Very High. Movement Speed Increase : Maximum.

[{Trinket-Type}Photos Amulet] Item's Effects:
ASI : Medium. Elemental Defense : High. Flight Speed and Endurance Increase : Low.

[{Calibur-Type} Permafrost Vanquisher] Total Weapon Effects:
Damage Increase Versus Undead : Maximum. CTR : Medium. Damage Output : Normal. Low Chance to deal High Freeze.

[{Flourish-Type} Vector's Spite] Total Weapon Effects:
Movement Speed Increase : Medium. Damage Output: 50% Pierce, 50% Shadow.

[{Shield-Alternative Protoype} Hard-Light Module] Total Module Effects:
Damage Output: Normal.
Defense: Medium.

[{Auxiliary-Type}Beholden Module] Total Module Effects:
Grants additional spectrum ranges to sight at the cost of Mist Energy. One unit consumed every two seconds. Grants cloaking for 45 seconds, with a recharge of 120 seconds.

Appearance :

A female with no prominent nationality. While she has a smooth, light olive complexion, her amber-gold eyes tell nothing of her race, and her hair oddly shines a little violet in UV light, not unlike ravens. She stands at a meager 5'4, but weighs a stout 115 lb. Outside of combat, she is reported to have a great preference for white attire, complemented by her dark complexion, in arange of unisexual, feminine, and even masculine designs. She dislikes makeup. She also has a strong attachment to the color Cerulean, though her handler makes it a point to disallow her a personal color other than Amber.

Wing Type :

Shadow Valkyrie - Small, compact, and highly efficient. Great for fighting at close ranges for any period of time without sacrifice to performance, practically eliminating high-stress worries in scenarios like pursuits, dogfights, stealth, extraction, etc. Large loads, however, are out of the question for the wearer.

Personality :

Noted to be exceedingly cooperative with her peers, though some say that she may have an inferiority complex. Due to reasons unknown, she has a great fear of older men, and though many blame her handler for the possible trauma, he is unlikely to be the cause; he only appears as though he were in his teens, despite his age.

Displays high self-control in most other environments, but lacks humor and rhetoric. Supplementary social courses unaffordable at this time.

Advised not to be placed with younger females; strong sentiments result in days-long trauma after separation from partner. Behavior not displayed in females in the same age range or above. Younger and equivalent males in age range also exhibit no abnormalities.

Noted to have a special interest in Marxism and Stuart Mill. Books confiscated for insubordinate teachings.

Important Notes :

Retrieved from Handler "Machiavelli", a person well-known for transporting illegal contraband. Known for sensitive knowledge about the anatomy of Valkyries, though his acquisition is questionable. Also known well for the specialization of treating Valkyries. Despite aforementioned facts, he is known to resent their ilk. Purported to have originated from a lab performing illegal research.

Suspected of abuse. No cause identifiable from any related persons. Recommended not to see any older males under any circumstances.

Not subject to PMS; suffered extreme genital mutilation and modifications by unknown person, same suspect as the misandrist perpetrator.

Revision : exposure to high amount of cerulean triggers seizures, though she finds them pleasurable. No further comment.

Revision : Distances herself from older males. Suffers panic attacks and bodily discharges (ie sweat, vomit, mucus, waste, tears, etc.) when nearby them.

Name: Critzer

Age: 21

Gear: She wears a set of skolver underneath her hallowed costume. She likes to duel wield her weapons instead of using her Grey owlite shield, but it is always at the ready. Her equipment consist of a fearless rigadon, Gran Faust, Magma Driver and Combuster.

Appearance/Costume/Personal Color: How she looks. Her Face structure is average for women her age and her her height is around 6'0". Her skin ton is tan and her hair is white. Yet her personal color is a deep red.

Wings: Her wings have a larger then average wing span and act like the wings of a falcon. The are white near the top but then fade into the deep red quickly before getting to the end (so if you laid her wing out, the top would be white, and the bottom and end points would be red, the middle being the transition.)

Personality: Critzer is known for going berserk. In battle she care not for her safety, constantly taking hits for those behind her. The more pain she feels, the better she feels. Her personality outside of battle is nice to those who know her, heartless/crazy to those who dont. She tends to be very morbid and gruesome when it comes to telling stories. This is all because of her torture "training" as some would call it. Her family was murdered and butchered in front of her. Her wings were barely functional back then, so she couldn't fly away to find help or just seek safety. Those who saw her only snickered as they grabbed her and stuffed her into a bag.
They ventured far from her home and went deep into the depths to hide their acts of cruelty. These included 1000 cuts, meaning they'd cut away her skin until they got to 1000, keeping her fully alive in the process. Or what she call the "pricklies", basically the men would take pairs of needles and insert them in such a way that they would pinch the nerve intensely, they'd do this throughout the body. The worst was when they'd simmer her skin off of her body and then watch it heal, only to do it again.
Eventually her body became resistant to pain and her injuries healed faster merely through trial by fire. Her body began gaining muscle and eventually she was strong enough to break the bonds that held her. Her wings had matured and were left untouched mainly because they would get bigger, eventually they were going to be ripped off and sold, but that never happened. She left the torture house covered in blood, most of the people in the house had their skulls crushed or screwed on backwards.

She likes people who are shy but are willing to do things on their own. She doesn't mind joking around jabbing at each other, and she hates those who are smug, whiny, or just think they are above anyone else. She is surprisingly open to those she meets and is willing to give everyone a chance, ONE chance to impress her or have them like her. If they are friend, Critzer will love them till the end of time. If they back stab her (or friend) or start off as foe, the hate that will emanate from her will be felt by all that she dislikes.

Important Notes: She has a nak for looking nice, usually saving up a lot of crowns to get good accessories & costumes off the market. She tends to hate being glorified, characterized, or judged by her wings. Due to them being so big, she cant hide them.

EDIT:
The I chose to stick with the Valkyrie wings due to the fact she can use them to dive in onto her opponents, getting in the middle, and doing what she does best.

@Midnight-Dj: Both are accepted

@Feline-Grenadier: Accepted

@Critzer: Almost accepted, I want a more creative name than just your forum name.

Thanks for the early apps! Here's Chapter one.

Chapter 1: Apple in the Garden

Feeling a whole lot better than she was a couple of days ago, Corvina awoke feeling quite a bit happier. She looked around her apartment, it looked more like a hotel room. It had a bed and desk on one side, kitchen on the other, front door in the middle. She focused on the coffee maker sitting idly on the kitchen counter. In her sleepy stumble she completely missed the pile of envelopes messily sitting by the door slip.

Nonetheless, it ruined her coffee a smidge. The pile sitting there like that, watching her. Corvina groaned inwardly and set down her cup of coffee.

Let's see here, bills, bills, letter, bills, bills.

The small flutter of paper could be heard as Corvina sorted out the contents. She put them down and went back to her coffee. She sipped it, and then did a double take at the letter sticking out from between the bills.

Vog, I need to wake up.

She downed her coffee, draining the mug and setting it down with an empty, unsatisfied, *clink*. Corvina blinked several times as the caffeine gave her body small wake up call. With the letter firmly holding her attention, Corvina slit open the envelope with a letter opener and slid the folded up paper out.

Dear Corvina

Hello, I've received word that you are planning to make an all Valkyrie company of knights. I am writing you this letter to let you know that I have been assigned as your Chief Strategist and Tactician, I will do whatever I can to be of assistance. If you could be at the 'Garden of Cradle' guild hall at noon tomorrow. I have something to show you.

P.S. bring your gear.

Sincerely,
Chris Eden

Corvina put the letter down. It was strange, most people would have sent a digital message, insuring the receiver would get the message. A letter would take longer to deliver, so that brings up the question as why one would go through the trouble to do so.

The thought of a digital message made Corvina jump to her computer, maybe somebody had replied? Even though it was less than a day, you never know.

She pulled open her incoming mail and skimmed through the list.

A girl by the name of Lucifera had replied, saying she'd be there, with some details about sociability. Another claiming to be part of a 'Blue Star' organization, replied saying that she would be bringing a sort of trainee with her. That makes three recruits already.

Slightly more awake and happier, Corvina slipped on her armor and picked up her shield. A winged knight would find it cumbersome to keep a shield on their back, as it interfered with the extra limbs. Some didn't even carry a shield, but Corvina found a smaller one useful in battle, so she usually just carried it on her arm. Now that she was all ready to go, she had some business to take care before meeting with this 'Eden' character.

Her real name is Mai Rodriguez but she prefers to be called Critzer. She is a berserker who hits hard and critically. Thats where the name stems from. You can have it were only people close to her know her real name but id like it if mostly everyone kept it to Critzer. Its not just my forum name.

Somehow, Fan-Fics tend to have predominantly Female characters, while RP's have males for the most part... We have a scale of 4:2 (if Eden is a guy), right now, with one of the male characters being quite feminine... OH, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME?!

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Name: Vanos Kallo

Age: 24

Gear:

Weapons:
• Catalyzer/Pulsar Hybrid Sniper Rifle, otherwise known as the Reaper Mk. 0.6: While this gun is called a "Sniper Rifle" it is more comparable to the Harkonnen in its size. It features several rows of Circular Generators (which provide the Catalyzer effects), and has an extremely long and slim Supernova-esque barrel from its midpoint to the end. It uses almost tank-shell like ammunition, like a sized-up version of Iron Slug bullets.
  The purpose the gun's design is twofold. First: ammunition can have varying times of "Catalyzation" when fired through the gun (the layers of generators ensure that only one shot is needed for detonation -- the time required to explode can be adjusted by rotating the circles themselves), and second: Ammunition can be accelerated at variable speeds by changing the extension of the Supernova-Barrel (which is pulled back and slotted within itself). Naturally, the longer the extension persists, the greater the acceleration of the ammunition once it is fired. The bullet gains this acceleration shortly before the bullet's detonation.
  The firing of the gun therefor goes by this pattern:
  1. The bullet is fired through the Rifle (bullets fired have a minimum speed of 2750hm/h as soon as they leave the barrel)
  2. The bullet is accelerated after a short period of time in any direction within a 160° cone (meaning the bullet can curve in mid-air almost straight up -- resulting in a wide variety of trick shots). The time varies depending on the amount of rotations -- it occurs at about half the time set for detonation.
  3. The Bullet detonates. Even if the charge hits its target before detonation, the Catalyst charge within the bullet will still activate. The explosion is akin to that of a fully leveled Nitronome (Very High Normal Damage, no Status Affiliation), and the bullet itself provides enough damage to be comparable to 3-5 charged Iron Slug shots (Extremely high Normal Damage, no Status Affiliation -- the knockback provided from this bullet is enough to knock enemies back a great deal of distance, however... Provided they haven't simply lost whatever limb was hit).

  Because Vanos has trained with this weapon throughout his life, he is capable of reloading this one-shot weapon every 3 seconds, meaning he can fire every 4 seconds. Setting up this gun increases its stability, but isn't necessary. Setting up takes 8 seconds.

• Two Great Chainguns: Basically recolored and sized up versions of Black Chainguns. The bullets deal Normal Damage instead of shadow damage, and are slightly larger than normal ones, with a high chance to cause Minor Stun. Vanos only wields these weapons for short-medium range combat.
• A dagger-sized Celestial Saber: Recolored to blend in with his armor, it deals 1/3 the amount of damage a regular Celestial Saber deals, but has a higher chance to stun. This is Vanos' last line of defence, and he usually doesn't reveal it until he has to; using it as his final Trump Card in close combat.

Armor:

• A Heavenly Iron Plate-Sacred Falcon Sentinel hybrid Armor: This armor is quite clunky in appearance (having its already clunky Heavenly-Iron appearance added with large shoulder-plates and a larger overcoat from the Sentinel), and has Med-High resistances in Normal, Elemental, and Shadow damage types. Status resistances were removed to prevent status weaknesses. It also has an additional plate between his chestplate and his face (similar to the Demo Set's rim at the top) to provide more upward defence, if needed; it folds back to allow Vanos to lay prone while using his Reaper. Folded within this plate is a hood, which can be draped over his entire head in case of chilly environments and/or additional stealth is needed. A pair of Binoculars are usually strapped under one arm... But Vanos rarely uses them.

Helm:

• Vanos uses no helm, as it would interfere with his aim. Instead, he has a Sensor Unit and Targeting Module attached to a lightweight headband-like apparatus, allowing him to hone in and lock onto targets with ease; the targeting module itself isn't necessary, because of Vanos' eyesight, but it does allow him to lock onto and measure groups of enemies automatically without mental stress. When he is not in combat, he usually takes off this equipment (which can be folded in and packed into a small layered orb) and puts on a Monocle, which actually lowers his Right-eye's sensitivity so that he can see those in front of him properly.

Shield Alternative:

• Because Vanos rarely sees close combat, as a replacement for a shield, he has a small matter-condensing cylinder, which allows him to take any material (dirt, wood, rocks, water, Ecto Drops, etc.) and morph it into Reaper Shells or Great Chaingun ammunition with a small cost of Mist Energy. It looks like a small rectangle with a hole on both sides -- which is adjustable to allow ammunition dimensions. The inside mold is automatically set to be one of Vanos' main forms of ammunition with the press of a button, but different calibrations can be put into effect for a wider variety of munitions.

Appearance/Costume/Personal Color:
Vanos is a looming 6'4" (1.905m) with chiseled masculine features, making him appear more mature than his age suggests. His skin is sleightly tanned, due to his training and work in the field, but any areas not touched by the light within Cradle is a rough, pale white.
He has short-medium length dark-blond hair, which is usually pulled back to reveal his forehead and avoid hindering his eyesight. He has a rough layer of 5 o'clock shadow, which he sometimes strokes inquisitively while blowing puffs of aromatic herb-fragrances through his pipe with flowers and foliage he finds in his surrounding area.
His armor makes him appear quite bulky, but in reality, he has an average build -- if only an above-average physique.
He has thin, faintly glowing, green eyes, but his Right eye is usually behind a Monocle. He usually keeps his eyes only half-opened to avoid taking in too much light -- this can sometimes be confused with him scowling.
All of his armor (and weapons) have a sleight camouflage function, which blend in slightly with their surroundings if he stays still for more than 15 seconds, but when deactivated, they have the standard Vanguard color-scheme.
He also covers the back, tips, and parts of the front (specifically over the bones between the Membrane) of his wings with metal plates akin to those which make up his armor; while they slow his flight speed and increase his weight, they allow him to have more stability with his weaponry, and allow his wings to blend in -- as the metal also has the same camouflage function as his armor.

Wings:
Vanos' wings reach down to his knees vertically, and reach out to his wrists when extended horizontally. They are a deep Oak color, and are devoid of any scars -- which is partial proof of his capability as long-ranged artillery. Due to the fact his wings are Dragon Wings, they carry the armor which coats them with ease, and maintain a tough fitness despite being sparsely used.
For the most part, Vanos' wings remain folded back, causing the metal plates coating them to shift inwards, which gives his wings an "armored shell" like appearance when he doesn't have them extended.
Under the plates, his Wings are Brown on their scales (which matches his hair), and the bones which emerge at points are a whitish silver.

Personality: Vanos is a man of few words, and often finds himself daydreaming if he has nothing on his agenda. He is gentle and compassionate to those he trusts, but has a form of silent cruelty he displays to those he disproves of. Due to the nature of his work, his personality is often of the serious kind, but he often leaves serious discussion until it is needed. Summed up, he is a Modest, Mature individual.

Short Info-bit in story-form:
A puff of smoke spread through the small garden in Haven as Vanos sat silently, looking at the clouds. His right eye ached -- and so he reached down and withdrew a small cloth from one of his many coat-pockets, lowering his Monocle and delicately scrubbing away at smudges which has appeared out of seemingly nowhere. The action sent ripples throughout his armor as it adjusted its camouflage, and his Left eye followed the ripples of digital-engineering adjust themselves to his surroundings. It was fortunate that only his Right eye had the inability of adjusting its range anywhere closer than a farsighted 10 meters ahead, while his Left could adjust both close and far easily.

After cleaning off his eye-wear, he placed it neatly in front of his partially-defective eye and opened his mouth to let out a large "O" of smoke into the courtyard once again. He then took out his pipe's contents and snuffed them out on the ground, and turned to the wall which he had propped himself up against moments before.

With one arm, he reached down and grasped what would be seen by others something ripped right off a Tank and adjusted with a trigger, and slung it slightly over his shoulder, lining it up with his wings, which moved slightly to accommodate the behemoth of a gun. He then reached behind his neck and pressed his finger down on a small pad on his armor, causing his armor's camouflage to deactivate, and returning his armor to its basic Vanguard look. His wings remained curled in at his back, making it appear that he had some sort of odd form of Omega Shell strapped to his back -- but much more vertical than horizontal.

He then motioned his hand to cue the startup of his HUD, which was transmitted directly to his eye via his monocle, and looked a his small digital letter of his wish to participate in a "Valkyrie group" of sorts he had prepared just hours prior. After checking that it was, indeed, going to be directed to the proper person, he tapped the illusionary "Send" button in front of him -- which would look like he was just tapping the air to anyone but himself, and started walking out of the now perfume-smelling garden. As he did so, he shortly stroked his rough patch of facial hair, and made his way to the Hall of Heroes after pushing his hood back over his head along with his hair. It was a bit early... But he didn't mind waiting. Maybe he could cloak himself and surprise the group?

EDIT:
Made him have Dragon Wings... Because it'd make more sense to have those than Valkyrie Wings that he'd never use. Also added other Misc. stuff, like a hood to make it so that his head isn't the only thing without camo. (Because... Y'know... Floating heads aren't exactly the most natural things to see when you're trying to blend in with your surroundings.)

@Ember-Break: Accepted

@Critzer: Alright, accepted Critzer will work as a nickname.

I'm aiming for chapter two to be out by Friday.

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Oh! I almost forgot, besides the feather wings of the Valkyrie, there is also the rarer form in the dragon wings. These are much more solid, and are made more for longer flights compared to the feather's agility. Just a note, if anyone wants to change their app, go ahead.

This looks cool.... I think I'm getting that urge again.... the urge to be in too many forums. Screw it.

Didn't want to waste this app

Name: Gabryal the Hellbrynger

Age: 34

Gear:

Weapons: Minigun and Rocket Launcher. Crap ton of time to reload

Armor: Radiant Silvermail with the Divine Veil

Appearance: From beneath his hood, bright red hair is visible. He has blue eyes.

Wings: Demonicish wings, very battle scarred

Personality: He is cold and uncaring for normal Isorians, and treats other Valkyries similarly. He has a soft spot for app below.

Important Notes: His community never really accepted him and murdered his parents. Gabryal is sort of a Valkyrie purist.

And his companion

Name: Maria the Lyghtbrygner

Age: 17

Gear:

Weapons: Dual wields bladeless Riftlockers

Armor: Skolver with Valkryie helm

Appearance: Bright blonde hair with bright golden eyes

Wings: Pure white untouched feathers no matter how bloody her armor gets.

Personality: Kind, never mean to anybody no matter what they say. Maria is sort of Gabryal's apprentice, but he would put it like "That one girl who follows me wherever I go", but in reality, he has a soft spot for her

Important Notes: Nothing notable. Her community was kinder and accepting of her gift.

I feel like my apps are crappy in comparison to what other people made D:

EDIT: The age thingie

Name: Forsythe

Age: 20

Gear: Modified Ignition set, designed to be as strong as a normal 5* set. He wields two Gilded Griffins, along with a Barbarous Thornblade. He avoids shields, if he needs one, he either picks up a pice of debris or the shield of a fallen comrade.

Appearance: Lean, almost whip-like, with ragged brown hair that hangs down around his ears. Everything he wears is red. His eyes are a light grey, with laugh lines crinkling the edges. He almost always wears a Targeting Module, and constantly wears headphones when not in combat.

Personality: easy-going, friendly. Forsythe prefers making friends to making enemies. He is quick to make casual friends, but he rarely trusts anyone enough to let them get too close. He knows the costs of war, and refuses to allow friends' deaths destroy him. This is something he struggles with, but he keeps the storm bottled up inside. The only question is when that storm will finally rage freely.

Wings: Forsythe's wings are a reddish brown, with white tips. They are made for speed and agility, but through constant use, he is strong enough to keep up with most long distance fliers.

@Sawhero: Accepted

@Saucce: Another two? All right, Accepted.

Chapter 2: Greystone

"I'm guessing the usual will do today hon'?"

Corvina smiled at the diner waitress, Helen had served at the small diner for as long as she could remember. She was a young red haired girl with a smile that never seemed to go away.

"Actually, today I'll take a Wolver steak sandwich to go please."

"Ok then, your order will be ready in about ten minutes, may I ask what the extra sandwich is for? You usually fix your own lunch."

Helen winked and moved to help another customer. Corvina wondered sometimes how the young waitress could remain perpetually cheerful.

She looked around the Diner, a couple of friends hung out at a table chatting away. Near her at the counter slouched some more regulars, a tipsy looking fellow barely kept his balance while downing an unhealthy amount of crimsonite ale. Past him sat a gunslinger, clad in Shadowsun, who sipped his own drink quietly. On the other side of Corvina sat a couple, holding hands and chatting, the occasional laugh could be heard from one of them.

A sigh emitted from Corvina, all of these people looked so free from worry.

"Here ya go sweetie, have a nice day." Helen returned with the packaged boxes and held a hand out for the crowns.

"Thanks, have a nice day Helen." Corvina dropped the correct change plus a tip into her hand and slipped the boxes into her pack.

She walked outside and surveyed the normal happenings of the town square. A crowd by the auction house, a random amount of knights hanging out around and on the steps of the large fountain in the middle, and the tall strangers wandering around quietly.

Suddenly the silence was broken by a loud shout.

"Hey!"

A knight broke out of the crowd by the auction house, in what looked like yellow dragon armor, glanced back at the crowd, and started running.

A couple seconds later, presumably the ones who shouted, three other knights pushed their way through the crowd. The one that looked like the leader wore the widely popular fur coat derived from the wolf-like creatures of cradle, wolvers. The ash gray coat has a cap that covers the face angling to make a wolf like helm, this one in particular was the Ash Tail armor. One of the others wore the standard Azure armor, a plain, metal plates design suitable for most encounters. The last knight wore the unorthodox Jelly armor. It was the same ash gray color as the other knight, but instead of fur, a gelatin like substance covered the knight in an astronaut-like armor.

One pointed and spoke quickly to the leader and the three pursued the dragon knight into the garrison.

Corvina smiled in spite of herself, the dragon knight was none other than Fleck Greystone, a cocky young Valkyrie in his teens who Corvina came to know from the last Valkyrie regiment. She walked back into the diner and told Helena to hold her packages. Then ran back outside to follow the troublemaker.

With one hand on her Frostpoint, Corvina jogged after the sounds of shouting knights.

* * *

Fleck couldn't help but grin as he ducked into an ally and hid behind a stack of trash cans. These dimwits thought they could get away with talking poorly of the Valkyrie in public, some people these days can't keep their traps shut. He peeked out from behind the cans to see the leader in Ash Tail peering at him from the entrance of the ally. Scrap

"There he is!"

He groaned and stood up, crossing his arms, "Why don't you bean-brains go find someplace else to waste air?"

The leader smirked and unsheathed a blazebrand. The fire-charged sword was a newbie friendly sword made perfectly for beginners. It is a simple blade with a powerful charge attack. He lowered it to his side and it began to glow. Ash Tail looked up and smirked again, "Can't slack off without taking out the trash."

"Can't argue with that." Fleck unsheathed his own sword, a Khopesh.

"I hope your ready for a pounding, chicken." Ash tail looked to his friends, who pulled out a troika and cutter respectively.

"Let's dance."

((Half baked combat probably coming soon. I'm deciding whether or not to interrupt the fight or not.))

Can I join?

If that's what you were asking. I'm just writing a story. If you want to post an app go ahead, but the only one writing here is me.

@Feline-Grenadier
While it wasn't my intention to have Lucifera gain some sort of "discharge" through the creation of my character... Vanos can only pull off the feeling I wanted him to have with him as a more mature character -- which can't be younger than 16 to negate the chance of trauma. Just sayin' that because, looking back, I failed to realize that his character and hers would have natural "conflicts".

As a side note to something relating to his personality, however, it should be noted that as a "man of few words" he's more likely to be seen/heard via Digital Transmission/Com Units than in person. He is a long-range fighter, after all. Not sure why I'm sayin' that. Maybe it'll help @Colray come up with a solution or something. :T

@Colray
Lookin' forward to what you'll do with all these Apps, Colray!

I made her intentionally just so she would have have to cope with fighting alongside people of all kinds at one point or another. Her entire existence is supposed to suggest something about Valkyrie Knights and how they come about, though Colray can make that a red herring too. And of course, what good is a story of this nature without the development of camaraderie among even the most frictatious of soldiers? It'll be one heck of an interesting story too if she was supposedly a pseudo-valk or something along the lines of sub-human among sub-humans. Whether or not Colray wants to flesh this part out is all on him.

I'm fairly confident Colray will make the best use out of all of our characters anyways. Remember that we can only have teams of four; he can use that to his advantage to grow a few characters at a time. He can force them to be together apart, for convenience's sake.^-^

Probably in a day or two, I'll be stuck without Wi-Fi for a while tomorrow, so it'll be a good time for brainstorming/writing.

Added note, one or two characters will be making an early appearance in the next chapter, at least, before the actual meet up on the date Corvina set up.

Its great to see discussion here, Lucifera is definitely one of the more interesting apps to play with, and clashing personalities will work with one of the characters I'm about to introduce.

Name: Vill Karto
Age: 20

Gear:
*ScarFang
-Blade: Claymore-style, lenticular cross-section, Sharp tip, coldiron and silver with green accents
-Hilt: V-shaped curved-up guard, leather-wrapped dual-hand grip, ellipsoid pommel with small emerald gem
-Length: 3'3"
-The Scarfang serves as Vill's primary weapon. A blade of mixed coldiron and silver would normally be ineffective against the Undead and Fiends, respectively, however the blade has been crafted in a way that one half is coldiron and the other is steel. An emerald green line runs down the steel edge to differentiate between the two.

*Ward Helm
Modified Valkyrie Helm
-Modifications:
--Side-Wings now singular droplet shape instead of triple-feather
--Scarf that goes over nose
--Transfused with Dread Skelly energy for more Shadow defense

*Guard Coat
Modified Skolver Coat
-Modifications:
--Black shoulder and wrist fur
--Snarbolax Spikes adorning the shoulder backs
--Sarashi wraps instead of a belt

Appearance:
-Height: 6'
-Weight: 193 lb
-Complexion: Light-tanned
-Build: Slim muscled
-Eyes (and personal color): Emerald
-Hair: Light Brown, Short, Natural Mess

Wings:
-Type: Dragonic
-Color: Radiant Gray
-Wingspan: 3'1"

Personality:
-Soft-spoken
-Polite, Formal
-Loner
-Shows respect towards dead and undead
-Kind but blunt

Important Notes:
-Has strong sweet tooth, often eats sweet food during meals
--He also likes spicy food, though to a lesser extent
-Is friends with a trio of non-Valkyries, one being the girl who made Vill's sword
-Extremely skilled in close-combat, opting for hand-to-hand when without his sword
-Has a skilled eye, thus being able to make his mark with ranged weapons as well

Name:Gorith Silverfelt
Age:27
Gear:
Winter grave
Blizzbrand(UV:damage bonus vs undead bonus)
Phoenix- Gilded griffon Moded to inflict fire
Blackened crest
Sacred falcon sentinel helmet
Valkyrie mail
Appearance:
Height 6' 2"
same armor as listed above
Divine com unit
Wings:
Large powerful dragon wings
Color: golden fading into silver
Personality:
-proud
-lion hearted
-very loyal too the few friends he has
-obsession with grammar
-likes too wack insulting people with his wings
-never hides said wings(maybe because he can't)
-has a love of nature and deep compassion for things that don't try to eat his face
Important notes:
once had a fluffy white bunny as a pet.
after arrival on cradle his older brother replaced it with a dust-bunny
needless to say, is now deathly afraid of rabbits and has a large scar on his upper left cheek.

P.S.: can I have a battle sprite?

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Reconsidered. No need to change anything, I think.

Just point them out for me.

Sorry peoples chapter 3 will be out tomorrow probably early morning if I can wake up.

@Sonosuke: Accepted,

@Xteri: Accepted,

Chapter 3: Clash

Fleck's Khopesh is a unique piece of metal. Besides being curved slightly and making a shallow 'c' in the blade shape, Fleck added a little more of a defined hook, allowing him to perform extra maneuvers to add to his advantage.

As the three jelly-brains spread out to flank him, he quickly darted forward and lashed out at the one who was holding a cutter.

Reacting on instinct, the cutter-knight threw up a parry. The colliding blades rang out, louder than the cutter-knight expected, and he stumbled back. Only to have the cutter wrenched from his hands as Fleck twisted his blade around it and pulled.

Before the other two knew what happened, the cutter clattered to the ground and the wielder was backpedaling quickly.

Fleck smirked and jumped nimbly back as the Blazebrand wielder released his charge into nothing, the line of explosions fizzling out with no effect, save the scorch marks on the floor and wall.

Then Fleck was on the move again as the troika slammed into the ground near him. He quickly surveyed the large sword, and unholstered his raptor. The rust colored revolver was a reliable firearm that he used quite a lot. He spun it quickly and fired three times, but not at the Troika-wielder.

Crippled by the bullets, the stack of cans Fleck used as cover before were now toppling all over the allyway. While the two remaining knights had their focus on the avalanche of rolling metal, Fleck holstered his gun and reached behind him, taking off his outer coat, revealing his wings. The rust colored dragon wings shuddered, ready to flare open.

The clattering died down, and the two knights recovered their stance, looking angry.

"All right, no more playing around. Get ready to die chicken!" The leader sheathed his blazebrand and took out a Nitronome. The shining white bomb was a reliable weapon useful for creating a big bright blast.

The Troika put his own sword away, and brought out a Black chaingun. He trimmed evilly and snapped the bullet chain into the feed.

Fleck backed up a step, ready to bolt. The bomb could be dealt with, the chaingun? Not so easy. Maybe a rapid volley of raptor shots...

Suddenly a deafening THOOMP sounded, like a tank being fired. Followed by an ear-splitting explosion high up in the air. Behind the two knights, source of the sound revealed itself in the form of an older man with a roarmulus size canon pointed in the air. A small wisp of exhaust steamed out the side of the gun, and the 'sniper' rested the handcannon on one shoulder. He shoved his other hand forward, and the cutter wielder appeared again, stumbling forward with his ears covered.

Tank gun dude simply looked at the Ash tail, and spoke two words, "Get out."

The Cutter-knight spoke rapidly and the leader almost growled in frustration. He put away the bomb and shot a glare at Fleck.

"So you have friends? I should've figured, birds of a feather? Right, Chicken?"

Even though he had no idea who this guy was, Fleck wasn't about to argue with him. He grinned and made a shooing motion.

The three left, glaring daggers all the way.

Once they were gone, Fleck sheathed his sword and crossed his arms. "I coulda handled them."

The sniper reloaded his cannon in a blur of motion, and settled the behemoth on his back. He looked at Fleck and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, thanks for the assistance, that's a nice piece of weaponry right there. Makes quite the shot." Fleck continued, looks like this guy is a quiet one. He stretched out his wings, for the heck of it, and slipped on his coat again. This seemed to elicit a reaction from the man.

"Valkyrie?"

He received a chuckle, Fleck wondered about the reaction, "Yeah, why?"

The sniper's back suddenly stretched out, revealing a set of Oak colored dragon wings, similar to Fleck's own pair.

Fleck was startled out of his usual overconfident air. Then he recovered and made an uncaring gesture, "Are you going to be joining Quills' little group?"

Fleck got a nod out of the knight.

"Well," Fleck shifted his gaze once more to the giant firearm, "Last time we didn't have a guy with a mobile cannon, so I think I wanna see more of this." He held a hand out to shake, and shook with the sniper.

Suddenly the girl of the hour appeared in all her glory, her icy foil already out. Corvina lowered the blade slightly at the sight of Fleck.

"What in Vog's name did you do this time?" Corvina demanded.

((Looks like I got a rude awakening going back to school, I won't have time to work on chapter 4 until later this week, hopimgnfor Friday, if not definitely the weekend, sorry guys.))

Its just a straight up cannon. You know what they say...

Yay! My character! I actually ended up reading his lines in Solid Snake's voice for whatever reason... Somethin' to do with his looks combined with the MGS music I've been listening to lately, I guess. Anyways, take your time in writing @Colray, but don't neglect the writing for too long (too many Fan-Fics die that way, after all!); lookin' forward to Chapter 4!

Name: Macha

Age: 17

Gear: An Old Antique Bow with a clockwork tune playing from inside. (Macha sat on the wall, and listened to the slow Click clack and tick tock of her grandpa's bow. She liked the noise because it reminded her, Time was always flowing- Further shown by how rarely she got to sit down and enjoy it.)
Scale Mail (Planned Combat), or a Leather Jacket when not in combat.
Appearance/Costume/Personal Color: Deep Blue eyes, Long Black hair (About to the middle of the back) Her Left arm, Back, and Right leg are replaced with mechanical parts (Due to an accident that Macha "Should not have survived" that was planned by a Multi-Billionare, Merely because his son asked for her to be killed. And by son, I mean the bratty sterotype, The same as and or worse than Draco Malfoy for example.)

Wings:(this fic focuses on the Valkyries and how their wings differentiate them from everyone else.) Macha used to be a Valkyrie, but then the "Accident" happened, and her wings were stolen from her. Eventually, they got replaced with a six box booster pack, Kind of like the Space Engineers jetpack, but designed to bend specific ways. Three boxes for each side. The boxes are slightly cone shaped, With the exit at the bottom, the smaller end, but still generally shaped like rectangles.

Personality: (What your character looks like on the inside.) Macha gets into trouble more often from trying to do good- Thus leading to her overflowing anger issues. While she may seem sweet hearted, it doesn't take long for her to become angry and spit up a firestorm of cursewords. Or, she would- had she still had her tongue.

Important Notes: (I don't like biographies, that's just me, if something important happened in your characters back story put the event here. If said event is in a story format, you get extra points.)
The robotic arm is strong enough to be used offensively and defensively, But is likely to lose a few screws or metal in said process.

Am I too late to the party? XD
Just discovered this and looks pretty cool.
Anyway, here's a new app for you...

Name: Morkrai (more-cry)
Age: 39
Height: 5' 8"

Gear: Dual wields magma drivers, blitz needles or blackhawks, depending on which type of enemy he will primarily face. He rarely mixes them and keeps them in perfect working order, even disassembling, oiling and reassembling them up to 5 times a day. He does not use a shield,and his armour is as follows:

Armour:Radiant Silvermail w/ no armour costume
Helm: Divine Veil w/ no armour costume

Accessories

Personal colour: Yellow
Armour: Sunshine aura, mewkat monster pocket,
Helm: Polar halo instead of divine, (from veil,) divine node receivers

Wings: Highly cared for divine valk wings, very strong and can easily fly around with them. Not one feather has ever fallen from them, in battle or not.

Personality

Calm, methodical, very kind, precise, and thinks everything through before he does it. Enjoys laughing and takes care of anything he likes. It takes a lot to get him angry, but when he is angry, he WILL smack anyone in his way. Luckily, he retains enough thought to not smack anyone TOO hard.
Important notes

He loves cute things (why he adopted the mewkat) and will take care around anything of value or love. (why he cleans his guns and takes care of his wings so thoroughly) If he breaks something that is not his, he will be in a bad mood for a few days, then return to his usual precise, calm self.
If he likes something, he REALLY WILL take care of it. (hence wings, mewkat, guns) (have i stressed that enough?)

If anything is not "possible" in this app, then please do tell me and I will alter it to the best of my ability.
If I am too late to the party, then sorry for wasting your time :)

Thanks for reading!
-R

(Wow that was longer than i thought it would be)
EDIT: Changed the age, height and wings, sorry it took so long to get back to you. May have missed something, if so please just say, will change it.

@Liminori:accepted,

@Red-Reticule: I'm going to have to say no to the Arctic Disciple Wings, let's stay with attached-to-the-body wings.

@Everybody: Alright, no over-a-hundred yr olds anymore. Valkyries don't live forever, they are simply knights with an added pair of limbs. People who already have above average ages, please change them.

@Colray

Xinde is like an Elf, she is totally assailable, just shank her with a knife and she would go down. How about 40 years old then?

You know elves aren't really that feeble what the hell

It really depends on what kind of elf we're talking about.
Are we talking about the christmas elves? Skyrim Elves? WoW Elves? DnD Elves? Fae Elves? Or the original Tolkien Elves?
Therefore, Midnight, Sono- your references are invalid.

I am referring RJJ Tolkien elves, totally killable, have you seen how many of them died in helm's deep?

In my defense, I didn't make any references.

But let's stop talking about elves, shall we? This is a story about Valkyries.

Just listen to op and do as he says, its his story and he decides what he wants. He does not want knights 4000+. He never ever said there were elves in it. So why you are trying to fight a lost cause... i do not know.

Sorry for the delay, but Chapter 4 will be out this weekend, I'm hoping to be done tonight.

Chapter 4: Eden's Garden

"Nothing! This guy over here made the fireworks!" Fleck immediately shot back.

Corvina crossed her arms, glancing at the sniper before glaring at Fleck once again, "And the three knights?"

In response, Fleck spread his arms, "What! Those Ecto-drops were talking scrap about Valkyries! You can hardly blame me for stepping in and correcting them."

"I'm sure that's all you did, but anyways, I have a meeting to get to, would you like to come?"

"Why?" Fleck spat, then he thought about it, "Eh, I guess I got nothing better to do. How about Roarmulus here?"

The sniper shifted, and spoke up, "You can call me Vanos, and I have other business to attend to, I'll see you this afternoon."

With that single sentence, Vanos left.

Fleck watched him go, this guy seemed a little unsocial, but he wondered how the man would do in battle. He watched the man go and slowly turned his look back to Corvina.

"So, where did you want to drag me to Quills?"

"Don't call me that, and we are going to see my appointed Tactician."

* * *

Chris Eden's guild hall sat prominently in the collection guild halls by the Hall of Heroes. It was a wide structure, as opposed to tall, like the others. Inside, a small room with a half circle desk greeted them. At the desk, a hooded secretary sat buried under piles of papers.

"Hi." Fleck blurted, receiving a quick jab from Corvina.

The man looked up, "Oh my, sorry for not noticing you two."

He stood up and maneuvered his way out of the forest of papers, and walked up to them. He pulled back the hood and offered a hand.

The man had Viridian eyes and ear length dark blonde hair. He was shorter than average and wore a Grey Owlite Cloak and hood.

"You must be Corvina, I am Chris Eden, and it looks like I'll be you new tactician."

Corvina was taken aback, she didn't expect the secretary looking figure to be the tactician that sent her the letter, he didn't look like much, but maybe that was the point.
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"Well, if she ain't saying it, I will, Nice to meet you Chris." Fleck piped up, shaking Chris's hand.

Corvina regained composure and nodded, "Yeah, nice to meet you. You wanted to see me today?"

The tactician nodded, "I wanted to ask you some questions, you'll have to forgive me, I don't have much experience with Valkyries. Follow me."

He turned and walked out, Corvina was right behind him, and last followed Fleck.

They walked through the guildhall in relative silence. After a minute or two, Chris stopped in front of a room and opened the door.

"Feel free to tell me otherwise, but I imagine you have a tough time keeping a shield on your back with those wings?"

The room seemed to be a workshop, various devices other mechanical objects were littered across the room. In the center stood a table, and a small rectangle sat on top of it.

"Feel free to unfold them if you want." Chris added, and moved to the table."

Corvina looked uncertainly at Fleck, who shrugged and stretched his shoulders. His leathery wings flared out and instinctively he flapped them a little. His wings were a rarer form, instead of the feathery type, like her own, his were scale and skin.

Corvina took off her pack and unfolded her own, jet black pair of wings. They were flawless, and had no interruption of the color.

The two received a nod from Chris, who then grabbed the device off the table.

"I've developed a modified version of the standard issue shield, it can collapse into this shape, which can be carried at one's belt, sort of like a scabbard."

He held up the rectangular metal. It bore a resemblance to a Mighty defender, but not in shape. Chris ran his finger along the side and clicked a button, the thing suddenly unfolded and clicked into a Mighty Defender.

"Neat!" Fleck crossed his arms, "Got any more?"

"Not yet, this is our only working one, the others either too fragile to stand up to a blow, or too bulky to fold up smoothly." He glanced at Corvina, "And I think she gets first dibs." He held out the shield

Corvina took the shield and examined it, it seemed to be the same as a regular Mighty Defender, but it had a small switch by the handle. She pushed it, and it folded up with an audible clack.

"Thank you, Chris, this will be a lot easier to use than my old shield."

He tilted his head, "Well, I figured it would help, you are meeting your recruits today? Send me a list of shield requests, now that we have the finalized design, we'll be able to make them quicker."

"Well hey, I'll take a... err..." Fleck started, then looked at his scabbard, "How about like this? I want a light shield that can stand up to a blow. Can you make a swiftstrike like that?"

Chris nodded, "Alright, First one on the list."

Corvina smiled, "Thanks again Chris, I think I should go now, its almost time for my meeting."

"You should probably show up to that." Chris nodded, then gestured to the workshop around him, "You know where to find me."

Corvina turned and picked up her stuff before walking out the door, she clipped the folded up shield to her belt and was about to sling the pack over her shoulder when Fleck stopped her.

"So that steak's for me right Quills?"

She sighed and grinned, "Yeah, you pickpocket, here." She fished it out of her bag and tossed it to him.

"Let's go see who's brave enough to follow you this time around."

((Comments and Criticism plz, Next chapter won't take a full week.))

Affraiel: *giggles* "Heh Heh, Col there got the writing swag going, he better keep up the steam if he wants this fan fic to last any longer, as long as he can develop a few good characters I am all for the continuation of this fan fic. This is definitely a fresh change from Thinslayer's white haired brat with a scheme within another scheme story line. Just keep the story simple and easy to follow and you are all sweet, just like the time back in the civil war where me and my heaven's devil buddies took down my mother's grey guards. Those were the days..."

Midnight: "Eden's garden, that is a bible reference! I think Midnight-Dj should corporate some into his fan fics as well!"

Affraiel: "Valkyrie boy, have you even been paying attention to the story? MDJ's fan fic Project retribution had Herex's genetic super soldiers named after the four horsemen of the apocalypse and the final boss of that fan fic was literally Lucifer himself , you know, the wings, multiple arms and the demonic horns? Yeah, that is the same description as Lucifer in Dante's inferno. Heck, in the sequel to that story, Lt. Desna had a squire named Eli, and he is searching for his brother David who Herex kidnapped, Eli and David??? And then two machinauts in his fanon were named 'Micheal' and 'Gabriel'!!! That boy MDJ is a plagiarist!!! Everything he wrote were ripoffs!!!"

Midnight: "Calm down Mister Affraiel, Holy Bible isn't really a piece of original content in the first place, I mean, it did take notes from many older religion scriptures and is overall a manifesto of many books through out the history. So I won't call MDJ a plagiarist for that."

Affraiel: *groans* "But that still ain't cutting it!!! My back story is the same as Tychus Findlay's from StarCraft2: wings of liberty, my fighting style and worldview are taken from Sundowner from MetalGearRising: Revengeance. And you are pretty much the Hideyoshi of Spiral Knight fanon!!!"

Midnight: *shrugs* "Well, Mister Affraiel, I guess you will just have to get over the fact that we both are the figments of imaginations within MDJ's brain and there is no point in arguing with him to change who we are, we are the bits and pieces that made up his personality after all. Where I am his femininity and you are his masculinity."

Affraiel: "You just HAVE to break the forth wall ain't ya?!"

Midnight: "Of course, I am in fact the third most powerful character in MDJ's SK fanon universe, in an old plan of his, I was meant to fight a fully powered up Lord Inceptron in SPACE while he alchemises mini cradles to throw at me."

Very nice character development for both Corvina and Fleck. Im excited to see what you have planned for reactions to the other characters how their personalities react with each other.
Im hoping that you dont force the shield onto certain people. Its a great idea, but from a characters view, change such as this throws people off, especially for a type of person who goes into action often, needing to know their stuff. Though i think you have that covered by easing it in with that "Hard to make" factor.

I was wondering, i don't mean to be rude with this by the way, just curious. What took so long? Im just curious so i dont constantly check this each day.

Digestable, edible. Worth the week's wait.

Besides the frills and jewelry, is it okay if I imagined Corvina to look like this? Always thought she'd be a relatively bright character even in physical characteristics to be a leader.

@Feline Grenadier: Yeah, that fits the picture pretty well.

@Critzer: Last week, I come home from a week of nothing much in the homework area to two essays and a science project, all assigned in the first two days, so I had a lot on the table to add on to regular day homework. Nothing much this week so I'm hoping I can get chapter 5 out by Wednesday.

Sorry about no posting. I got a crazy project and I had to catch up on the work I missed on vacation

Chapter 5: Birds of a feather

Corvina left Fleck behind to munch on his steaks, and exited the guild hall into the bright afternoon sunlight. She folded her wings and walked into the usual uncrowded Garrison.

Even though she knew roughly how many people would be there, the flood of digital responses counted off an approximate amount, she was still surprised at the crowd of people standing around in the designated area. She half-recognized Vanos, in his hood, who nodded at her.

Corvina walked up to the crowd and glanced at Vanos, before listening in to the others.

"-and last of all, Gabryal, it helps me keep my head in a fight." A Valkyrie stated, crossing his arms carefully over a mewkat pouch.

"Still sounds useless." 'Gabryal' muttered.

"Don't mind him, he's just a grump. I think everyone here is great, even you over there." The girl who spoke wore a Skolver coat, and had a perpetual smile. Even the grumpy looking Gabryal seemed to be at ease near her. The one she pointed out was a younger girl around 16 who was standing a little outside the group.

"Come on!" The girl poked, "Let's get to know you."

The girl standing a little ways away glanced at the group, and shook her head and then turned away.

"Eh, let her be, I still wanna know about that big as skylark gun you got there." Another piped up,

Vanos grinned, as if he knew what the speaker would say, but didn't say anything.

"How do you shoot that thing with accuracy? Is it like a tank?"

"Really? The dude answered that question already Critzer, he trained with it for a long time."

Corvina stopped eavesdropping and moved to the steps of the Hall of Heroes to start her announcement, Vanos noticed and poked one of the others that were talking. They eventually turned to look at Corvina.

"Hi, thanks for coming everybody, I know it might be a little exposed out in the middle of the garrison. I have a place that's a bit less out in the open. I have an associate waiting for you in the guild hall down there, #51. I'll wait here and bring in any late-comers. Before you leave me, I'll want your names."

After the crowd of people passed into the guild hall complex, Corvina went over the names.

-Vanos Kallo, notable for the 'Reaper Mk 0.6' signature weapon
-Midnight, under watch of next name
-Xinde, seasoned warrior, watches over Midnight
-Gabryal, Slightly rude, may need to work on that
-Maria, Opposite of Gabryal,
-Forsythe, friendly, likes red
-Mai Rodriguez, Prefers 'Critzer'.
-Vill Karto, heavily modified armor,
-Gorith Silverfelt, does not hide wings(might be unable)
-Macha, seems to be wingless, has cybernetic replacements
-Morkrai, wears Mewcat pouch,
-Lucifera Mk Ende, nervous, has a list of 'ailments' from a love of Cerulean to nervousness around older men, may want to look into this

She looked over the list, that makes thirteen people, including Fleck, hopefully more would come to even out the numbers.

Corvina settled herself into a comfortable position, sitting on the steps of the Hall of Heroes, and waited for more recruits.

((If I forgot anyone's app, please let me know, and sorry in advance.))

(I'll throw in one more if no one else does, since I have a dislike of odd numbers :P)

Name: Vincent Icarus Huntington

Age: 24

Gear: Standard Mighty Cobalt Set

Appearance/Costume/Personal Color: Later.

Wings: Perhaps the most average-sized of all the wings, extending just beyond his fingertips at full stretch, and just behind the elbows when folded. They're pure white.

Personality: Like any person, he gets mad when provoked, sad when faced with tragedy, scared when approached by fear...he's far from a strong man, but he's no pushover either.

Important Notes:

Oddly enough, [to be edited].

Wait, wouldn't that be 14 including Corvina? Vin, you're making this odd yourself. Unless we can get one more to evenly split us all into groups of 4.

Then someone make it! XD

Geoffrey, Take the cake and become the king, You did a much better job than I.

First things first my character isn't a valkyrie, just part valkyrie. His mother was a knight father a valkyrie blah blah blah. So my guy doesn't have wings but takes on higher level senses and agility.

Name: Orthus Thunderling

Age: 22

Gear: Blazebrand, ash tail armor, with mighty cobalt helm, and a special heavy gun names heroshia (basically a larger more powerful version of a black chaingun)

Appearance: Dark brown hair and eyes. Has a tannish looking skin color, and has average length hair. Personal color green.

Abilities (No wings): Higher level senses so he can smell, see, and hear better. Also has an additional sense that allows him to feel the world around him in a let's say different way. Can jump almost twice as high as regular height.

Personality: Shows to the world a happy humorous side with a smile. But his "heart" was shattered, so even though everyone thinks he's happy and funny, but this is to hide his sadness and despair. He also shows a mature intelligent side when dealing with serious matters. He is very smart and is the kinda guy you come to for advice.

Important Notes: The thing he's known for are his eyes which if you stare into long enough you can see a sadness and depression. He is a captain in the spiral knights army and decided to join Aquilon Squad because he wants to take back the great joy he once had.

Hooray! My app got in! :)
I almost didn't think it would be in there! (im kinda doubtful irl)

-Vanos Kallo, notable for the 'Reaper Mk 0.6' signature weapon
-Midnight, under watch of next name
-Xinde, seasoned warrior, watches over Midnight
-Gabryal, Slightly rude, may need to work on that
-Maria, Opposite of Gabryal,
-Forsythe, friendly, likes red
-Mai Rodriguez, Prefers 'Critzer'.
-Vill Karto, heavily modified armor,
-Gorith Silverfelt, does not hide wings(might be unable)
-Macha, seems to be wingless, has cybernetic replacements
-Morkrai, wears Mewcat pouch,
-Lucifera Mk Ende, nervous, has a list of 'ailments' from a love of Cerulean to nervousness around older men, may want to look into this

This should be fun..!
Luv you guys!

-R

I was unable to write for a majority of this weekend, or post, but I'll start writing as soon as I can.

As for the apps, I wasn't implying that I needed extra apps, I was planning to have some characters that would be from the previous Valkyrie regiment attempt to fill in the spots. I may use your extra app for a minor character later though Feline-Grenadier.

@Sir-Geoffreygg: Good app, but I'd rather have Orthus have wings, I definitely like his personality though. If you have a specific reasoning for him not having wings then I'd like to hear it.

He was born with very small wings, and traded them for the abilities he had, since his wings too him were just taking up space. Btw his wing color's were green and black stripes.

He was born with very small wings, and traded them for the abilities he had, since his wings too him were just taking up space. Btw his wing color's were green and black stripes.

Oops srry I posted the comment twice.

So... he cut off his wings for powers? That sounds like a dumb trade. Selfish too.