Spiral Knights - The Cafe [Fanfiction]

The Cafe [Fanfiction]

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Thu, 07/17/2014 - 22:56

Feline-Grenadier

Been gone for a few weeks, so sorry about that.

Anyhow, with the entirety of my RP activity now resting at this site, I'm now more open to bringing back my old-styled fanfictions, except now with newer characters (of course, you can make an application of an old one that I'm more or less willing to accept, as long as s/he isn't going to be obstructing the flow of "slice-of-life" I'll be attempting).

The basic premise of this is going to be something along the lines of running a cafe, and having various regulars come and go, with or without some dialogue. I can add in neighbors, tenants, platonic-only interests, physical-only interests, and maybe people who qualify for both. I'll also be adding relatively minor arcs, not huge developments, but they'll start to reveal the characters more and more.

The real reason I'm doing this is because I saw the incredibly small-fry competition with fanficts (no offense, but I'm willing to compete for top spots!) and an increasing demand for them, so thank you guys (or is it just one? Eh, whatever.) for wanting stuff; I'm willing to provide.

So, here's an app to get started of a character. Follow the app as exactly as it tells you to, and know this : I'm kinda gonna go off away from your usual epic adventure. If you're gonna give me Kurosaki Ichigo, Naruto, or any of that nonsense, I'm more likely than not going to make you very, very, very unsatisfied.

^Just kidding, feel free to give me a cruddy character. Just don't be angry if I add in a few things in the name of creative freedom.

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CHARACTER APPLICATION REF SHEET :

Name : (No usernames, unless they sound like names. Just wanna create something more believable).

Rank : (I'd like a minimum on Vanguards, and I expect ranking to correspond with your maturity and personality. More rash people tend to die earlier on in the military, so I shouldn't see a bunch of idiots becoming Vanguard. If you know your character might not be smart, don't be afraid to tuck 'em down to Knight Elite or somewhere where they would PROBABLY be under the scrutiny of an officer. Heck, I'll probably reserve Vanguards to people who have BEAUTIFULLY written their character apps. Just don't mind it too much; I won't be writing a lot of combat segments.)

Appearance : (Describe with words, and no usage of pictures. None. Any pictures in your app = immediate non-acceptance. I want you guys to give me something I can use, and even if pictures say a thousand words, I can only hear a few dozens. If you give me a paragraph, though, I'll hear thousandSSSSS!)

IB Equipment : (For battle. Not costume items. Includes weapons, Sprites, shields, and trinkets on top of armor.)

OOB Equipment : (Costume items. Be creative with this, and design your character in his/her casual clothing with whatever you like. You can even forgo costume items and just wear...casual clothing. Jeans, shirts, ascots, you name it. All clothing in here!)

Personality : (I don't need to explain, but PLEASE be colorful. Tell me their quirks, their strong points, their weak points, their likes, dislikes, EVERYTHING!!!!!!! XD)

Bio : (Nothing epic, please. Otherwise, I'll just make your character be some druggie who overdosed and had a dream of becoming so powerful. I'm writing about daily happenings in a Cafe, so please use some common sense.)

ANOTHER NOTE : It's a Knights-only app opening at the moment, and they're all considered humans, given to how close they are.

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SAMPLE APPLICATION :

Name : Vin Huntington

Rank : Champion

Appearance : A rather adorable young adult, at first glance, Vin is what would one call a pretty-boy. His mostly-androgynous face often confuses both male and female alike, and his wheatish skin doesn't help much, sun-tanned as it is. It helps even less that there's an extraordinary lack of facial hair around his lips. He views the world through his pair of steel-blue eyes, almond-shaped, yet not to the point of having cat-like eyes. No, his eye lashes are a bit longer than a cats, as well as most human males...

And then there's also that onyx hair of is. One of the privileges of wearing a hood is foregoing the usual military-cut design prescribed by the Order, and so Vin has grown his coarse hair out a bit. Though a bit mussed, a few combs would fix him right off. Just imagine how girly he might look if he had allowed it to grow out a bit more, though...

He's a bit short by human standards, and stands at a spry 5'5, though his 120 pounds are worth every ounce; he's lean, adorable baking machine.

IB Equipment : Snarby Coat, Barbarous Thorn Shield, Cold Iron Vanquisher, Polaris, Grey Feather Cowl.

OOB Equipment : Back in the days when he used to learn the culinary arts, Vin donned a White Battle Chef coat, but now he usually sports an all-the-more-androgynous pair of black skinny jeans and a baggy white T-shirt, with a map of the previously-unrecorded Unknown Passage stamped onto the back. He has a shadow-themed pocket-watch, and like all Knights, sports the Order's wet-ware module on the wrist of his dominant hand : his left. He also wears a pair of (possibly fake, but he never takes them off) glasses, frosty-themed with a blue tint.

Personality : Vin, to most, garners a somewhat negative reputation by his peers for his recent discharge from active military activities (making him one of the few alien civilians on Cradle), though much of this silent sea of scorns is brought further into silence by the gentle, encouraging nudges from his customers. On a personal level, he's a little eccentric and far from truly intelligent, though he seems to be fine with that. He's not terribly interested in gloating people, and though he favors the classic "goody-two-shoes" types, he hates perfection. That might explain his dirty room, but not his relatively clean kitchen. At his worst, he's an overly critical, condescending old man with extreme contempt for everything in life. But that's only at his worst. Not that it's hard to get him there, but it's not easy to know where to start.

Bio : Classified, since I'll reveal him through the plot instead. If you wish to disclose your character's bio privately, send me a PM to swiftstryker at chooseyourstory.com.

Thu, 07/17/2014 - 23:51

Midnight-Dj

Gwen? Is that you?

Name: Mezizas Evangelyn Vuul (or Mezizas E. Vuul, get it? Mezizas Evil?) AKA. the Obsidian Queen

Rank: unranked in the spiral order, civillian status is issued

Appearance: Mezizas is a grosteque villainess, with her sloppy jaw and a pair of squintty, foggy eyes. Her skin is deep purple and suprisingly for a 6000 years old, Mezizas maintained her skin rather well, smooth and silky like any other Isoran females at their prime. Mezizas does not wear conventional clothing, instead, her 'explict' parts are covered by a thin layer of obsidian shards. She also molded some of the obsidians into high heeled boots and other accessories to enhance her off putting look. She even fashioned her self with an apocrean crown, bigger than the normal ones, symbolizing her noble status. She is standing at 178 cm (180 cm with heels) and 166kg (89 kg of her body weight are obsidian shards)

Mezizas is bald and she longed for more hairs (*looking at Vin*), sadly, a 6000 years old evil obsidian witch such as her self have no power when it comes to look. She often frown at other younger Isoran women, jealoused at their vitality. To make up for her undesired appearance, Mezizas kept her body in good shape and with some 'light' obsidian covering, she is considered erotic.

IB Equipment: Mezizas does not use coventional weaponery, instead, she use the obsidian shards on her body and shape them into any sort of weapon, from small dagger to a german zweihander, Mezizas has it all.

OOB Equipment: same as her IB equipement, having an obsidian witch in your cafe is already scary enough as it is.

Bio: after been overthrown by the four apocrean acolytes, Mezizas and the rest of the apocrean nobles scattered across the galaxy, Mezizas eventually reached cradle upon stumbling into the harvester. After a brief skirmish, Mezizas was able to subdue the harvester and unintensionally saved a group of knights who were doing the grasping plateau mission. In order to thank her, the spiral order allowed Mezizas to stay at Haven as a 'political asylum seeker'.

Personality: Mezizas is an one woman army, after escaping the four apocrean acolytes, she discarded her other noble associates and travelled across the dimensions. She regarded Isorans as an inferior specie and treated them as such, however, when Ozlo offered her to stay as a mean to study the apocrean culture further, Mezizas changed her mind. Now having a new place called home, Mezizas can begin to re-establish her empire, her firing ambitions and dispeakable arrogance will make the likes of Seerus and Herex look pale in comparison, will you help this evil witch restore monarchy in the land of apocrea or will you destroy Mezizas once and for all to make this universe a better place? At least the apocrean acolytes prefer the latter.

Fri, 07/18/2014 - 01:00

Feline-Grenadier

You're asking for it.

#1Nothing epic, please. Otherwise, I'll just make your character be some druggie who overdosed and had a dream of becoming so powerful. I'm writing about daily happenings in a Cafe, so please use some common sense.

This, and...

ANOTHER NOTE : It's a Knights-only app opening at the moment, and they're all considered humans, given to how close they are.

I could try, but...I'll probably end up with something bad. Not sure if you want to stick with this idea, but I could try a more down-to-earth rendition...

Well, given if you'll allow me to do that.

Fri, 07/18/2014 - 01:19

Midnight-Dj

@F-G

Sure, she was the my character's story arc's main villain back in winter kingdom RP. I wll see how this power hungry, ego centric queen would do in the normal life. She could be quite the gossiper if you get her started. Or if you think Mezizas really isn't your thing (she is more of a fighting RP based character IMO) I can just come up with something else, still, nothing gets your day at a cafe more excited than a 6000 years old witch.

And the last few lines of of the app give you some storyline and plot to work with, save her or kill her, it is your call.

Fri, 07/18/2014 - 02:42

Colray

casual huh,

Name : Nile Walker

Rank : Defender Elite

Appearance: Nile has a worn look. Like he's from seen too much, which he has. Gray streaks are starting to appear on his once dark brown shoulder length hair. His sleepy viridian eyes give away his dreary demeanor by showing the wrinkles one gets from grinning often. He holds himself with a sure nature. Not confident, but knows his capabilities and limits.

IB Equipment : Nameless cap and Justifier Jacket, Blackhawk, Cryo Driver, Valiance, and Sinister Skelly Shield.

OOB Equipment : His casual wear is a dark blue pair of baggy jeans with a cool cantine hooked on the left side of the leather belt. On the other side is an all purpose holster for one of his three firearms, as one can never be too careful. A light gray T-shirt sits tucked inside his belt and sports a candlestick keep symbol on the front. Over it Nile likes to wear a loose black jacket, with his signature Nameless hat to top it off.

Personality : Underneath the gruff exterior is a friendly, laid back veteran. He always loves a harmless joke, and is a big example of 'words will never hurt me' saying. Nile has never shaken loose the life of combat, and always is alert. He likes to listen in on rumors, and make small talk with employees. Since retiring, some of the knights view him as coward, backing off from the line o duty. He takes these opinions as a grain of salt and lives a peaceful life in Haven.

Bio: Before he retired, Nile was a prominent recon ranger. Fighting with the best of best. After a few years of watching comrades come and go, he decided to give younger rangers some room to work and retired to stay in haven. He is a lot younger than he looks, and can take offense to being called an old man for an extended period of time. He hangs out at the cafe daily, and likes make small talk with whoever else happens to be there. He may be retired now, but he still is a good knight to get advice from. Don't hesitate to ask!

Fri, 07/18/2014 - 11:54

Liminori

Uhm... So, F-G. You can't

Uhm...
So, F-G.
You can't have any... funny overlords running around in the cafe pretending to own everything?
Aww.
Anyway, I'll put up a character for you.

Name : Akane Eris (Preffers being called by last name)

Rank : Knight.

Appearance : Female, Tall, Slender body, Long Black hair, Blue eyes.

IB Equipment : Ironmight Plate Shield, Ironmight Plate Armor, Miracle Hood, Leviathan Blade, Isoran Standard Issue Comlink.

OOB Equipment : Dear god, do I have to add every single tiny detail?
NOOOOOES- Isoran Standard Issue Shoes, Stockings, Skirt, Underwear, Bra, Shirt, Hairclip, Isoran Standard Issue Comlink.

Personality : Akane has a clumsy nature, as she blurts things out at the wrong time, Ocasionally drops things when she shouldn't, and forgetting simple things, like adressing her commander properly.

Bio : Akane grew up being the class dunce, and generally nothing worth anyone's time. One thing she did learn well, however- was to cook wonderfully, However, each cooking miracle was an accident each time. One thing she is good at, besides glorious cakes and food, was fighting.
By nature of being teased and tortured by her classmates and peers, she spent most of her life fighting back. After a year of people leaving school with wounds as painful as burning glass, people started ignoring and cursing the "Black Wound" as people called her from then on.
This has caused her to be less friendly towards others, but at least trying to be polite, or at times, vaguely so. Once she failed to graduate from College, she used her skills in cooking to become an employee at the cafe.
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So... Will there be anything like... Relationships/Fanservice?
*COUGH*PretendIsaidnothing*COUGH*

Fri, 07/18/2014 - 12:09

Feline-Grenadier

Chapter 1 : A Rocky Opening.

"Ow! Ma'am...I d-don't sell hair here!"

True to his words, Vin was desperately attempting to push away yet another one of those crazies drugged up with Dark Matter. Ever since that weird knight, the one who was studying how to build Mecha Knight Kits, injected some of the stuff up his arm, it became the new trend for all sorts of people.

"YOUR HAIR! YOUR HAAAAIIIIR!!!"

One of the side effects, when taking Dark Matter, would be the loss of rational thought. Isorans, quite naturally, were born with variable amounts of hair. Some had more hair than others, some had less. And some, unfortunately, had no hair. Ever since the Skylark Aptitude tests came about, the Order had made sure that a diverse set of individuals would enter. Especially the hairless people.

So here they were, one less-hairy-than-most pretty-boy-chef and a most-definitely hairless drug addict locked in a seemingly eternal battle of raw strength, exercised via their respective pair of arms. Was it also mentioned the addict was clad in only a generously thick layer of obsidian dust? Thank Vog Vin had taken on a more celibate life of his own choosing. Unlike his peers in the military, he was in no mood for buying a gold-digging slave.

"Get...*push*...OFF...*push* OF ME!"

Fortunately, it appeared as though the one with SOME hair had the upper hand, and with a hard hand, the hairless woman was finally repelled from the counter.

"You...YOOUUUUUU WILL PAY!" cried the woman, splattering spit all over the spic-and-span marble floor. "ALLOW ME, theeee GREAT MEZIZAS, to repay for your INSOLENCE!"

"Ma'am, I'm gonna have to ask you to le-"

"SILENCE!!! I WILL END YOU!"

And so, the so-called Mezizas began to chant a blather of words, incoherent to even the most deft of ears, and quickened her pulse faster, and faster, and faster, and faster, and FASTER...

...before shrieked and lunged at the young man at the counter. Unfortunately, she had misperceived her trajectory, and she ended up face-planting in the glass display, shattering it and sending shards, blood, and the poor, unfortunate cake all over the cold, brightly lit compartment.

The man at the counter, while once one of the more experienced veterans of the Order, could only stare at the brutal spectacle in shock.

"...oh my Vog...right after grand opening day, too..."

~~~

4 Hours later, 21:35:06 Hours, CradleST.

The Aurora Cafe was squared off solidly from the rest of the boulevard by the infamous yellow tape, a sign of confidentiality and caution to the passerby ; some heinous act had taken place in this very area, carry on!

Inside, a clean-up crew was carefully dusting the white marble floor with brushes that would've made finer tools for makeup than forensics, but that was beside the point.

"Yet another business savagely attacked by drug addict after re-opening day!"

^This would probably hit the news headlines pretty soon. With the influx of Dark Matter and no proper, profitable disposal of the violet stuff besides the ever-dwindling supply of young, hungry Maskeraiths, the Dark Matter addiction epidemic would only grow. Not that it wasn't something Haven's guards couldn't repress, but as the days past, it seemed all the more likely that various forms of therapy would be introduced in the future. One could only imagine how many addicts would have to be re-integrated back into Haven after their ordeal...and how many people would ever want to take up former addicts...

Vin, despite his tragic loss of reputation so soon after the downfall of his cafe, would be one of those few. No, he, by law, would not be allowed to host Meziza Evelyn into the re-integration program, but perhaps someone with an even brighter future...hopefully...

Fri, 07/18/2014 - 12:38

Feline-Grenadier

Afterword 1.

Don't say I didn't warn you, Midnight. XD

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@Liminori Well...I'd make your app look more like this :

Name : Akane Eris.

Rank : Knight

Appearance : Ms. Eris, despite her marred reputation as someone who wouldn't go very far, confused many as to why she didn't go into the modeling business. After all, she had the ideal body for it : a tall, lanky body that, with military training, allowed her to get a fit shape, as well as her long, promiscuous hair, black as the evening night. That, in combination with her innocent, large sky-blue eyes and peaches-and-cream skin tone, would've set her on the runway in no time. Her scarred fingers would tell the story : she was clumsy. As a child, constant falling and tripping led to rough elbows and finger, as well as calloused knees.

IB Equipment : Boosted Plate Shield, Boosted Plate Armor, Elemental Hood, Tempered Calibur, Isoran Standard Issue Comlink.

OOB Equipment : Isoran Standard Issue Shoes (Black), Grey Stockings, Grey Skirt, Standard Military Underwear (Female), White Blouse, White Hairclip.

Personality : Akane, at worst, could be seen as a hopeless individual with an unclear future. Her notoriety for her clumsiness and forgetfulness has often landed her in an uncomfortable position in group settings. Because of her difficult past, she was often designated to do nothing, which further contributed to her apparent "stupidity", as some may call it.

Akane often preferred to be called by her last name, Eris.

To people she's never met before, she might come off as a little dry and lifeless, though in reality, she does this in fear of encountering new tormentors. At least, whenever she seems cool and distant, the jeers are minimized.

She often uses her two strengths : cooking and fighting, to get by. Whether it'd be against a Knight or against a time limit to create a beautiful dish, Akana delivers.

Bio :

[I wanted stuff like birthplace, birth date, notable figures she met, then a progressive summary of her life. But yeah.]

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And, Liminori, you're gonna have to try HARD to make me even want to do that banal crap. I'm not an erotica writer, for Christ's sake.

Fri, 07/18/2014 - 18:11

Liminori

I know, I know.

Eek.
Okay, okay. I got it. That's fine.
"Don't hurt me"

Edit: Note for addition: Inner Tsundere.
Also, I'm fine with no extra stuff. I'd like to point out though, as embarrassing as it can be sometimes, It's pretty easy to do.
Just... Beach or Hot springs scenes are very overused. And also very obvious right away.

What I really meant was: Is there going to be much developing between characters?
And if it does, do we have any consent whatsoever? :P

Nevermind that. Just continue like you normally would, and do all the silly and rediculous things you feel nessacary.
You get a cookie in advance.

Fri, 07/18/2014 - 13:55

Feline-Grenadier

Hm...

Well, I'd like to have a reason other than just on your whim. I mean, making a character for this fanfict is kinda like giving your child away to some madman; who knows what might happen?

That's why I wanted details on as many things as possible. That way, I can try to make the best interpretation of a character that I can. That way, I can make the story go along without forcing characters apart for no good reason.

Fri, 07/18/2014 - 15:43

#10

Colray

and me?

I made an app.

Fri, 07/18/2014 - 15:51

#11

Midnight-Dj

Damn

Mezizas is getting wrecked out there... still, she deserved it after what she did in the RP. I am fine with that.

Fri, 07/18/2014 - 15:56

#12

Feline-Grenadier

Ehh....?

So far, all apps are accepted.

Mon, 07/21/2014 - 11:17

#13

Feline-Grenadier

Chapter 2 : Entry to Aesthetics.

Akane Eris was more nervous than ever, and she had good reason to.

Outside of the Order's near-monopolistic services, businesses struggled to stay afloat. It was an insurmountable difficulty back home, on Isora. Cradle, being an entire new world, opened up business opportunities. Knights in the Auction House, with the exception of maintenance taxes, were practically free to exchange various items.

And now, like the newly re-opened Cafe that recently hired her, many privately-owned businesses were thriving with the absence of competition.

That didn't mean that they were going to be lenient, though. If the new businesses could not supply the demands of the consumers, or if there was a lack of demand, they'd crash as easily as they had came about.

Marked simply by a gilded "97061" above a glass doorway, the Cafe, as it was simply known, stood imposingly before the raven-haired lady. Even with the soft, amber light emanating from its premises, Akane could only think of when they used to score her with those hot iron prods...

No.

Akane, or Eris, shook her head. Today was not going to be the day when she would shrivel up and die. Today, she was going to get a job. After that, she'd let the circumstances open up her paths.

With a firm left hand, she grasped the ice-cold handle, and pushed through the glass veil.

~~~

The design of the café, as Akane saw it, had a homey, yet sharp feel to it. True to the mechanical nature of Cradle, the center lighting was accentuated with a massive cogwheel, from which a mix of Luminite and Crimsonite ore hung from the air, suspended only by thin cables of brass-dyed steel, illuminating the carved stone floor. To the floor below, a relatively uniform assortment of round and square tables jutted out from the walls and the floor, all made of polished crema-marfil marble supported by yet more steel truss-arch supports. All these were outfitted with chairs designed for the economic and aesthetically conscious : the seats were not supported via legs, but instead adopted an S-shaped design made of riveted sheet metal. Again, the Luminite/Crimsonite lamps hung from above, raining soft, warm light onto all of the furnishings. A series of paintings were sequenced along the left and right sides on divided canvas, depicting a lush, cool grassland contrasting against the peach adobe. The glow of a moonstone framed each individual canvas, highlighting each piece as its own work, yet bringing them all together under a single aura.

Towards the back end, there was the bar, a remarkably different scenario from the industrial atmosphere of the rest of the restaurant. A peninsula, extending all the way from right to the left edge of the cafe, is capped with all a solid black countertop of honed granite, reflecting soft light almost unnoticeably, extending almost to the floor by just a few inches, the actual counter's surface is revealed as white glass. Moonstone light softly pours down, giving the white glass a blue tint. The back wall, instead of having a weathered, rounded cave-like shape, is cleanly cut and surfaced with the same honed granite, further absorbing the light to evoke a more private feel. The peninsula was divided by glass pane, half its width quartered to a row of what would look like a vacancy of 12 diners, the other to the one busy man behind it all, Vin, who was busy stirring up what could've been described as an omelette, though the darkness made it all the more difficult to see. Only the holographic screen hanging at the back wall could illuminate the bar; the display case that formerly sat in the middle was draped over with a grey canvas blanket. The screen, a cold cerulean, silently displayed ongoing news coverage for the annual Tortodrone March.

In the early mornings, it appeared as though the Cafe was relatively empty, save for one older-looking man patiently waiting on Vin for his morning meal.

"Hello!" called the chef from the back of the room, not even bothering to turn to her. "You're Miss Eris, right? Let me finish this thing riiiiiiight here for Nile River, and then we'll get talking.

Actually, I'll treat you to a serving, too. Even though good ol' Nile River here's been trying to play saint with me with an omelette for two, I don't wanna be responsible for any obese people.

You can take a seat anywhere you'd like, even up at the bar, if you wanna check the news."

...that wasn't the type of greeting she was expecting. At. All. Even Biscotti, known for her strictness in the kitchen, was too afraid to open up her own bakery. Vin, on the other hand, would've been a lot MORE orderly and strict to get this up and running, right?

"O-oh, n-no, it's fine!" Eris replied quickly. Vog, she was such an idiot! "S-sir, I-I'm not here for food, b-bu-"

"Little lady," the older man interrupted, "don't get your nerves worked up. Your interview is about the food, not customer service. You asked him if you could work with him, not for him, right?

Actually, you'd make a terrible waitress."

Well now, that was a little more than rude, but he had a point...

...and there was the sound of ceramic clattering against granite. The most important breakfast Eris needed to eat had arrived.

Sun, 07/20/2014 - 11:45

#14

Liminori

Well done, F-G!

I was... sorta going for a "Distant, but not unkind- Only REALLY shows her inner feelings if she cares a lot." Sort of character, but this works too.
Although, It's not like you could say she's easily flustered just from two sentances though! . . . Right?
All in all, Still a good piece of work, Keep up the good work!

Sun, 07/20/2014 - 11:53

#15

Colray

Nice!

I liked the description of the cafe, just one thing. This time he's Nile, not Nick. Unless that's just Vin's nickname.

Mon, 07/21/2014 - 11:06

#16

Feline-Grenadier

D'oh!

@Colray changed it!

Mon, 07/21/2014 - 19:07

#17

Sonosuke

(~O ,O)~ #Sonosuks

Is it too late to apply for characters?

Mon, 07/21/2014 - 20:48

#18

Feline-Grenadier

@Sonar-soo-kay

Well, there's no reason in this to get left behind; go ahead, make an app!

(Just make a damnably good one. I expect effort on your part if you want me to do my part.)

Tue, 07/29/2014 - 19:53

#19

Sonosuke

(~O ,O)~ #Sonosuks

I'm not sure if I put enough effort, but

Name: Nosu Ketoya

Ranking: Defender Elite

Appearance: Nosu has the appearance of someone who knows what they're doing in battle, yet is still young enough that some would question him whenever possible. He normally does, occasionally messing up something, but that's for a different tale. Most would consider him to be any run-of-the-mill warrior, despite his slightly slouched posture saying otherwise. Nosu hides somewhat unruly, almost spiked, dark grey hair under his hood, with bangs hanging just about his eyebrows. Some of said bangs are a dark violet in color, on request from his older sister, that he refuses to remove. His indigo eyes has that of a dull appearance to them, yet hides a fierce flame that only surfaces when he's listening more to his emotions and gut rather than his head. A crimson-colored scar runs down Nosu's face over his left eye, after a training incident involving a Shocking Edge and a Firecracker (how that works is beyond me; I swear physics are trying harder and harder to kill us each day); despite this, the eye works just as fine as his right.

IB Equipment: Miracle Hood and Ash Tail Coat, Barbarous Thorn Shield, Barbarous Thorn Blade, Blazebrand, Faust, Maskeraith named Gres

OOB Equipment: Nosu tends to wear just what he has for armor during Clockworks runs. When around town, Nosu wears more civilian-esque clothing. Grey cargo pants and either black sneakers or boots cover his lower half (he likes to run). He has a violet t-shirt and a thin, dark grey jacket with the Spiral Order's insignia (white outlined in purple) on the back and a smaller version on the front left.

Personality: Nosu could be what one would consider a mute, were it not for the fact that he can and does talk. This is rare, however, and the few times he does speak, he either clears his throat or his voice comes out hoarse, and what's said is usually of few words. Nosu prefers not to speak, believing that actions speak louder than words, but will speak if he sees that what he's trying to say doesn't come across clearly enough. His way of communication, when not talking, is usually some form of gesturing (nodding, frowns, dedpan eyes, smirks, shaking his hands as if to say no, sticking his tongue out if disgusted or to playfully taunt, etc.), or a combination or sequence of gestures. This also includes sounds, such as coughing, sneezing, sniffling, and sighing. Because of this, Nosu is able to understand body language clearly as well as most actual Mutes.

Nosu is a kind, caring person. His skills in battle are only matched by his selflessness and desire to protect others. He respects highly those of equal or higher ranking as him, as he tends to salute the occasional Champion or Vanguard that happens to pass by. He has somewhat of a casual humor, prefers not to fight other Knights unless someone close is insulted along with him, and insists no innocent lives be spared. Some of his hobbies include listening to music and testing out new weapons, whether they were made by the Order or by his mechanic friend. Nosu has a distaste towards using Guns and/or Bombs himself; the former due to an inability to aim properly, the latter due to the aforementioned training incident

Bio: Nosu has had a odd childhood, either getting himself into trouble and getting berated by his older sister, or just being too quiet and getting scolded by his parents for not being "polite". Regardless, when he joined the Military, they were proud of him for finally doing something to help others. He soon became inspired by the fearless Alpha Squad and decided to never try and trouble anyone on his side, or acquainted themselves with him.

Over the course of a few years, he had risen to the rank he is now and has befriended a group of Knights. One of them being a part-time mechanic, Nosu has offered to test new weapons he has designed along with the mechanic's older brother, which usually ends in a waste due to the lack of proper equipment to fully complete the weapons. Regardless, he enjoys doing this, as they give him a feeling of family not unlike his own. His sister is also part of the military, a Champion who does hairstylist as a part-time job on her off-duty days. She usually has Nosu willingly and, more often then not, unwillingly be the subject of new hair designs for men, always promising she won't mess up the bangs that she added too much.

Tue, 07/22/2014 - 06:38

#20

Liminori

YESSSSSSSSSSS

Sono, Vog darn it, You've done and made a character full of color!
You get... *Looks at Cookie List* UHM...
Here, Take a million virtual cookies.
*Runs away, cackling madly*

Tue, 07/22/2014 - 06:48

#21

Sonosuke

(~O ,O)~ #Sonosuks

@Lim
:D

Tue, 07/22/2014 - 10:00

#22

Feline-Grenadier

Good, except for...

I wonder if I should make HoH a graduation process so you'd have to beat an officer in a duel to receive the title, rather than just get 5* weaponry.

Because if Nosu has all *5 weaponry, there's no reason to remain as Defender Elite...except for my suggestion above.

What do you guys think? O.o

Tue, 07/22/2014 - 10:13

#23

Sonosuke

(~O ,O)~ #Sonosuks

Oh shoot, I forgot about the weaponry. Lemme change that real quick.

My bad. I forgot about the HoH rank-up requirement.

Tue, 07/22/2014 - 12:08

#24

Liminori

Huh...

I still don't get why I can be a knight, yet have boosted plate mail and stuff....
MAGIC DISCREPANCIES!
No, sorry. I just got my brain in a tangle, and thought that it was still 5* stuff.
That's what I meant.

Tue, 07/22/2014 - 10:45

#25

Sonosuke

(~O ,O)~ #Sonosuks

Because you tried to be a Knight with 5* stuff when you can't even have 4* stuff until Knight Elite. The stuff F-G gave you is proper items that go with Knight rank.

Thu, 07/24/2014 - 11:33

#26

Feline-Grenadier

Chapter 3 : Cuddly.

"...black pepper," Eris finally answered.

"It's missing pepper?" asked Vin.

She nodded.

"What else?"

"You threw in a bit of half-and-half. A little sneaky, but there was no way an omelette could be so fluffy without it. I'd also recommend using red bell pepper; green's a little too strong for the..."

"...scent. But that's what customers wanted before I had to re-open, so they'll stay. Always liked the orange and gold ones though; makes it sweeter.

That's besides the point; you're in."

Eric had to blink.

"E-excuse me, sir?"

"You're hired."

"That was all? Just a few basic reco-"

"I'm not like Ozlo, for Vog's sake. Heck, all you needed was a sensitive palate. I would've taught you if you wanted to."

Well...this was...unexpected. A once-popular café, one of the most in Haven, down to this?

"Oh," Vin added as he swiped the fork from Eris's hand, "you'll also be paid..."

As if it were the most natural thing to do, he took his own bite, and settled four-pronged utensil back into her hand.

"...3500 an hour. Crowns."

"...s-sir, is this a jo-"

"NNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnope. Got an apron?"

"Yessir, one right here," responded Eris, and she tapped her knapsack.

"Alright, let's get on with it. We've got regulars coming soon."

~~~

"That'll be 2499 crowns, Mr. and...Mrs.?" asked Eris as she slowly, deliberately tapped various buttons at the console.

"Miss Ketoya; we're siblings."

"O-oh, s-sorry ma'am."

"Don't mention about it. Is Cha-, I mean, Vin...is he around here today?"

"Yes'm....he should be in the kitchen."

"I want his opinion on somethi- Oh, hello there again Vin!"

"Good to see you too, Champion Ketoya," greeted a voice right behind Eris. "Is everything fine with my favorite Defender?"

"He's Elite now."

"Congratulation, Nosu!"

Nosu, who stood behind his fashion-conscious brunette of a sister, saluted.

"Bro, didn't I tell you to dro-"

"Let him do what he wants, I don't mind."

"And yet you still demand me to never consider you as a Champion anymore. Don't tell me you're a sexist, are you...?"

"No, I just get warm and cuddly whenever I hear a girl call me that."

On the word "cuddly", Eris was suddenly a few inches above the ground, held mid-air, and spun in circles by her shorter boss's sheer strength. All the air was easily squeezed out of her lungs with the strength only Wardens or Champions would have, and by VOG, it was more shocking than it was rude or irregular. Not even her Plate Mail could be so...overbearing.

"I'm flattered," muttered the Ketoya sister.

"Well," Vin sighed as he set down the gasping Eris, who was probably in a mixed state of nausea and asphyxiation, "is that all you came for?"

"...well, besides the Order telling me to tell you to come back like they always do...no."

"And does he want anything?" Vin asked as he nodded at Nosu.

"Taro marble."

"Come again?"

"Taro marble."

"Alrighty, coming right up."

Thu, 07/24/2014 - 13:45

#27

Sonosuke

(~O ,O)~ #Sonosuks

(I don't even like taro, but eh....)

Nosu's sister's name is... hold on, lemme think up one....

Fyra. Fyra Ketoya. Now I gotta make an app for that.

Sat, 07/26/2014 - 20:25

#28

Feline-Grenadier

Hmm....

@Thinslayer @Darkwatck @awholebunchofothers

I'm open for apps... D:

Sun, 07/27/2014 - 17:08

#29

Raigaizam

Still Open? Kewls.

App.

Name : Ralan Caltamir (Bears SLIGHT resemblance to Epsilon's Ralan. SLIGHT.)

Rank : Knight Elite

Appearance : A spritely young Knight. His eyes are a stunning hue of blue, the kind which you see very rarely. Down his outer left arm runs a massive tattoo of a flying dragon dropping bombs(SK bombs) from it's claws. His arms are fairly muscled, but now amazingly so. His hair is a brown tangle, going only slightly under his ears.

IB Equipment : An old, ramshackle Kat Claw Mask, and a Flak Jacket covered in scorch marks. Grenades are located in the Flak Jacket's pouch.

OOB Equipment : The same as above, w/o the bombs. He likes to be ready for anything.

Personality : Ralan is energetic and slightly immature. He tries to be heroic, but many times he's just being stupid. He likes meeting new people and making new friends, but as a result he tries to make big impressions. Not shy in the least.

Bio : Ralan was raised by his father, Nydelarin, a Vanguard. As a result, he faced no hardships or poverties. But just after Ralan's 17th birthday, his father died in OCH. Left fatherless, and homeless, he took his inheritance, a Kat Claw Mask and a Flak Jacket which had been in his family for many years. Spiral HQ took him in as a soldier, and, testing him, found he was bomber material. He joined Drake Squad as a bomber, and has been there up to current. He is 22 years old.

Sun, 07/27/2014 - 17:34

#30

Sonosuke

(~O ,O)~ #Sonosuks

You and your Caltamirs.

Sun, 07/27/2014 - 22:50

#31

Thinslayer

Victoria Grey

Name : Victoria Emberlyn Grey
Rank : Champion

Appearance : The first thing people notice about her is her striking hazel eyes. Sultry and perfectly almond-shaped, they seem to pierce into your very soul, and some say that if you stare at them enough, you'll be hypnotized by them and turned into her loyal slave for the rest of your life. The truth of these rumors is highly-debatable. Her golden brown hair is roughly cut to chin-length and lightly decorated with two little black bows on either side of her head. It never seems to get messed up no matter what predicaments she gets herself into; whether she sleeps on it, does acrobatics, or douses it in water, it always comes out stunningly attractive.

But it is below the neck where most imaginations run wild. She is rarely seen without her Radiant Silvermail, so many have speculated that she is a veritable goddess underneath. Which, as it turns out, isn't entirely wrong; being the experienced, athletic soldier that she is, her body is slim, muscular and curvy in all the right places. It is also rather pale, seeing as she rarely takes her armor off.

IB Equipment: For battle, Victoria wears Radiant Silvermail and her custom-made Regal Spiral Round Helm (w/ mecha wings and ponytail). On her right arm is her trusty Grey Owlite Shield, and in her left hand is a Cold Iron Vanquisher, upon whose edge thousands of unwitting undead met their final demise. Adorning her neck is a brilliant Saintly Silver Amulet, and a Grand Solstice Ring decorates the ring finger of her right hand. When things get tough, she switches out her sword for her Argent Peacemaker, gunning down the forces of darkness with grim determination and pinpoint precision.

Her faithful companion Exceed, a Black Kat Seraphynx, follows close behind her, armed with a Dazzling Ray of Light, Violent Heart Attack, and Valkyrian Aura. Between the two of them, the dark forces of the underworld don't stand a chance.

OOB Equipment: On the rare occasions she takes off her armor, she dons a simple, ankle-length, loose-fitting yellow dress with elbow-length sleeves and a short dip below the neck, complemented by a pair of small light-brown moccasins on her feet.

Personality & Bio: When you first meet Victoria, you may feel a little small at first due to her superior rank, deadly equipment, and intimidating posture. It probably doesn't help that she invariably speaks formally to everyone she meets, including her friends. But that feeling doesn't last long, because once you've talked with her, you'll find her to be a charming young woman with a penchant for cracking obtuse jokes that nobody understands until they've thought about it for a minute (after which they break out laughing because they suddenly realize how funny it is). While evoking substantial emotional reactions from her is nigh impossible except under extreme circumstances, the same can't be said of her face. She finds it immensely difficult to hide her expressions, which, after thirty-something years of life in a culture that prizes beating around the bush and telling little white lies, forces her to be unusually honest about her feelings with people.

Victoria grew up living a sheltered life, far from any kind of physical violence or crime. Initially thought to be a "special needs" child due to her symptoms of autism, she lived with her nanny and never met her parents until she became an adult. Her nanny was a devoutly religious woman and raised her in the ways of her faith, and while Victoria eventually abandoned it for one she liked better, she never forgot the morals she learned in her early years. She looked up to the Knights of the Spiral Order as the guardians of virtue and justice, and when the time came for them to rise up and fight, she was always their biggest supporter. Determined to make her mark on the world, during the Morai Wars, she trained hard to become a nurse so she could take care of the countless wounded knights who, in her eyes, were nothing short of heroes. Commanders took notice of her, so when the Skylark was set and ready to launch, several high-ranking officers petitioned the brass to let her on board.

Then...the Crash happened.

The Crash changed everything. Stranded with nothing but her Proto suit and a few supplies to her name, her outlook on life changed. No longer would she be the (hot) nurse working behind the lines to take care of the wounded. No longer would she be a glorified cheerleader for the Order. She would become one of the Knights whom she revered and respected. Motivated by that thought, she rose slowly but steadily through the ranks. She wasn't particularly talented, but she made up for that in guts and determination. Many individuals wondered why someone so sheltered would work as hard as she did. For all its perks, being sheltered was miserable, and she never wanted to have to depend on anyone ever again.

She got her wish.

Sun, 07/27/2014 - 22:33

#32

Raigaizam

Lol

Always, Sono. Always.
Lol.

Tue, 07/29/2014 - 10:35

#33

Feline-Grenadier

Chapter 4 : Bombastic Conversation.

[[RALAN FLEXES! I LOVE BEING STRONG!]]

The six words arced over Ralan's head in a baby-blue rainbow as the 22 year old flexed his guns in his seat. The "guns", so to speak, were there, but with something as large and obtrusive as a standard-issue Spiral Flak Jacket, the exact definition and actual muscularity was unknown.

Why would someone do something so...banal?

For most men, they'd do it under the right conditions. Let's say...they'd want to impress a girl. Flexing is a symbol of strength. Strength is desired, like it or not, for protection. And back on Isora, millennia upon millennia ago, women were fragile little flowers that'd fall apart with just a drop of water.

Nature, in its own twisted amusement, allowed the flexing individuals to continue alongside the rest of the Knight's early ancestors, thereby polluting the gene pool with unnecessarily large muscles and pride.

If not for his years of acquired discipline, Lt. Feron would've fallen under a similar fate Ralan had. Flexing for that special someone...

Like that lady dressed in Radiant Silvermail across from the poor Knight Elite, who was trying to hold back a smirk. Not that he was poor in any physical way (those arms would definitely mark above average by a long shot), but to any mind that wasn't sitting in a concoction of diluted plasma and pheromones, he was poor in his chances with the fancily-clad lady known as Victoria Grey.

Like Vin, she was a little eccentric, but unlike Vin, she outclassed the former Champion in almost every way possible. From her lascivious physique to her obtuse humor, she was in every way more handsome, more strange, and more deadly in a fight than he was.

Not only that, she was reportedly loaded with money. Tons of it.

This was precisely the reason why Vin felt...violated by her mere presence. She had no good reason to deign herself to dine in some obscure cafe on the outskirts of Haven; she could have easily roosted amongst the socialites like The Dragon Princess or a few other prominent guild masters.

Well, she was paying, and against Vin's every right to refuse service, he decided to be of service.

Today, he was in the kitchen, in the back. Those eyes of hers were certainly not helping.

Back to the point, Ralan was almost certainly enthralled by her appearances. Those golden-brown eyes flashed brilliantly at him, as if her Radiant Silvermail wasn't bright enough. In truth, even in the dimly lit cafe, the raiment was glowing from its own internal power source, providing an autonomous lamp to contrast with the dark setting. Whether it was his fascination with her eyes or with the rest of her body (which was covered very well, I personally assure you), he thought he was the luckiest man alive to take the company of this enigmatic girl.

The six words above Ralan's head flickered into nothingness, and he sat right back down, happy as a puppy.

"How'd ya like that?" he asked giddily.

"Hm..." purred the aurum-clad vixen. "...good."

Victoria's eyes flashed a little, before blinked. She then, in the most delicate of kisses, sipped a small amount of her honey-lemonade.

"Listen, can I give you a little errand?" she inquired, her velvety voice still husky with temptation.

"S-sure!"

"I've got an offer on the House for a few...Mugs of Misery. Seven in one package, recently voted for...a thousand each. Here, take this twenty thousand..."

Sure enough, a window popped up right in front of Ralan, notifying him of a new mail.

"...and place a ten thousand bid. Keep competing if anyone tries to go for it."

"A-alright then!"

Even for a man of his stature, Ralan was quite fast, even for all that muscle.

"Now...where were we? Honey, can you call your boss over for me?"

Eris, who was decorating a cake behind the bar, looked up.

"Hm? Oh yeah, he should be baking something around this time...

Vin?"

"Yeah?"

"One of the customers wanted to talk with you about something."

"What about?"

"She didn't say."

"...coming."

The kitchen doors swung open as Vin, who was dusted slightly with flour, came out and sat where Ralan was before : opposing Victoria. Today he was dressed in an oversized white T-shirt, with an energy symbol on the front and back, paired with black skinny jeans and leather shoes.

At this, Victoria had to stifle a giggle.

"This isn't a rave party, just to let you know," Victoria commented as she looked up and down at his attire. If he had slipped on a bra, she bet someone would've mistaken him for a girl.

Vin came back quickly. "I didn't know we had Victorian ballrooms. Shouldn't you be in the Guild Halls for that kind of attire?"

"You flatter me too much."

"I flatter you too little. I don't wanna hurt any modern feminists around here. Oh, I'm sorry...milady."

The sangria-haired madam scoffed.

"You don't humor me quite yet. But that's not what I'm here for."

"Ozlo. Before we touch that, *ahem* may I be granted thy graces to examine thine own eyes?"

Victoria almost spat out her honey-lemonade, and barely swallowed it down before breaking into a fit of laughter.

"You may, good sir. You may..."

"...they're...custom HUD contacts?"

"Cornea implants."

"...wow."

"The Order brought it back for individuals who damaged their cornea or lost their vision. Courtesy of the collaborative work of Biotech Hahn and yours truly, people can see again. It's even customizable for the affluent in aesthetics. Compared to the standard wet-ware, this helps with removing the needless hand swiping."

"...but who can afford it?"

"...a select few."

The two stared at each other in silence, eye-to-eye.

"Something tells me that isn't all it does. Hypnotic effects?"

"...you're correct. Suppose, in a high-risk mission, a target is captured? Hypnotics can get a Knight out almost singlehandedly."

"But for someone like you isn't going to get captured. I doubt the Undead perform live burials."

She chuckled.

"I just find it so much more amusing to enthrall the unsuspecting males. A few are too sharp for it, but there are plenty of toys to have fun with. Something tells me that you have more to those eyes of yours. Perchance...you're blind, are you?"

"Not completely, but I'm recovering right now."

"Any chance you might consi-"

"No. Not now, not ever? Are you done?"

"...yes. Well...maybe for today, but..."

Victoria swirled her drink.

"It's better than high-class restaurants make it look."

Tue, 07/29/2014 - 19:00

#34

Psychnade

If You're Still Taking...

Name: Ridley E. Wilford

Rank: Defender

Appearance: Male, has stark white hair from exposure to electric shocks and his own machinery, and has a pair of small metal bolts securing his jaw to his skull at the corners of his jaw. Has brownish-black eyes and pale skin. Is 5 foot 7 inches in height.

IB Gear: Mighty Cobalt Armor, but with grey shinguards and white on the scarf where red should be and a Dusky Munitions Pack. Also has a Mighty Cobalt Helm with white where the blue is with Dusty Mech'tennas. Armed with a Warmaster Rocket Hammer and Mega Magnus with a Heavy Plate Shield.

OOB Gear: A dirty white shirtsleeved shirt and a pair of dusty brown slacks, a pair of welding goggles on his forehead. Also wears a pair of light brown boots and carries a brown leather satchel around with him. What's inside the bag has varied, from pieces of scrap and wires he playful assembles into small wind up automatons, to live munitions he couldn't fit into his workshop.

Personality: The first thing that come to anyone's mind when they look at Ridley, is volatile. His singed white hair and goggles give someone that crazy kind of vibe, and he's just that. He's super self-conscious, smart, eccentric, and speaks in a way that people can't understand him. Use this: http://blog.topplaza.com/2012/03/1000-fancy-english-words/

He loves spending his time with his machines and will be found to be playing with scraps and assembling simple robots at a corner table. He can also be painfully straightforward sometimes. Has a very dry sense of humor, invested in sarcasm and strategic swearing, and is also an infamous prankster. (Just put **** if you want). Loves alcoholic drinks(should there be any), often saying "It's not science if there's not beer". Dislikes shy people, and will do anything to bring them out of their shells(Like buy them a drink). Ridley is extremely friendly, but if you spill his drink, watch yourself. One of his pranks may be around the corner for you.

Bio: Was a mecha knight specialist, bringing his assortment of battle automatons with his team during his expeditions of the Clockworks. Had a good amount of experience with handling explosives, but everyone makes mistakes. While in Jigsaw Valley, he accidentally detonated a patch of explosive traps, sending his entire team to the morg-I mean, hospital. They sued him, and Ridley was suspended 3 years from military service and setting foot into the Clockworks, and now spends his time in Haven, mainly visiting this Cafe.

Tue, 07/29/2014 - 19:56

#35

Sonosuke

(~O ,O)~ #Sonosuks

Slight edits to Nosu's app. His eyes are now indigo, not violet. Fyra's app coming soon.

Tue, 07/29/2014 - 19:59

#36

Raigaizam

@Feline-Grenadier

That made me laugh hard, dude.
Ralan is so derpy lol

Tue, 07/29/2014 - 21:31

#37

Sonosuke

(~O ,O)~ #Sonosuks

I tried to keep her personality and bio as close to what you gave her as possible, so

Name: Fyra Ketoya

Ranking: Champion

Appearance: At first glance, those who see her are often confused as to why such a stylish lady such as her would ever consider the military. Her oftentimes bright lavender eyes are a stark contrast to Nosu's more dull indigo. Long, wavy hazel hair either rests upon her shoulders and down her back, stopping at the waist, or is tied up in a raised ponytail, leaving short bangs rest on her forehead. The ends fade into a deep violet, much like her brother's bangs. Typically, she wears a light coating of lilac eyeshadow, although this may vary in different shades of purple. Her body has slight curves to it, giving off somewhat of a pear shape to it. Fyra stands about half a head taller than Nosu. Faint scars cover her forearms, and her hands are usually bandaged, both after an incident with Bechamel's Scissor Blade

IB Equipment: Dragon Scale Helm + Mail, Aegis, Valiance, Hail Driver, Seraphynx named Hashe

OOB Equipment: Although several times she's seen with some strange, yet oddly appealing choice of costume armor and accessories (one time she paraded through the Bazaar with several other stylists (all dressed as Apocreans with divine accessories)), Fyra's commonly used attire consists of navy skinny jeans and Isoran standard issued combat boots covering her lower half. Above that, she wears either one of her own long sleeve shirts or one she "borrowed" from her brother, with all of them having the Spiral Order's insignia on the back.

Personality: Fyra, unlike her brother, is quite a likeable person. Although seemingly sarcastic at first, she usually offers some useful accessorizing (wat) tips. As previously mentioned, Fyra has a tendency to become, or at least sound, sarcastic and snarky during a conversation. She means no ill intent when doing this; it just comes naturally to her. Fyra's respect towards the higher ups rivals that of the love for her brother (not that way, ya bunch of sickos), and although his saluting of others annoys her to an extent, she puts up with it to this day.

Fyra can be quite emotional at times, with a sensical humor to boot. She uses this to her advantage by teasing Nosu to no end, for instance fake crying when he ignores or pretends to ignore her. She's befriended Nosu's friends as well, being older by just over a year. Her battle skills are umatched by most others of her rank when it comes to long-ranged weapons, a trait she is quite proud of. She doesn't get jealous, however, when she meets someone of equal or greater skill; in fact, she sees them to be a way of showing that she still Can be better.

Bio: Fyra's had a rather fair history of bailing her little brother out of trouble as a kid through being a teen. She chose to join the Military, not only to be able to pay for her family, but also knowing full well that Nosu would try and follow as well. Despite this, she's never overshadowed him, nor has she tried or wanted to, since they chose to go down different paths. Fyra studied Alchemy and energy usage for several years before they were taken aboard the Skylark and crash landed on Cradle.

On Cradle, Fyra volunteered for Reconnaissance, delving into the Clockworks to gather more information about Cradle and it's inhabitants. Over time, as Haven changed, so too did Spiral HQ change to adapt. Fyra became interested in hair styling, and soon accessorizing as well. When she found that Nosu came to like the bangs she gave him, she was happy that they were bonding more. Oftentimes, she had Nosu and their friends, both willingly and unwillingly, try out new hair styles she was designing.

Tue, 07/29/2014 - 22:01

#38

Feline-Grenadier

OMG

PSYCH.

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

IT'S BEEN 5CLUCKINGEBAR

Wed, 07/30/2014 - 04:48

#39

Psychnade

Yeah...

Sorry about that...😁

Wed, 07/30/2014 - 07:39

#40

Sonosuke

(~O ,O)~ #Sonosuks

I think we all need to pay him a little visit.

Sun, 08/03/2014 - 11:43

#41

Raigaizam

Feline?

You gunna keep going?

Mon, 08/04/2014 - 10:21

#42

Feline-Grenadier

Chapter 5 : Mortal.

It never came to Victoria's mind that she, given her current rank and prowess on the battlefield, would ever need to go to the doctor's for an actual, non-combat related check-up. It had been so long, for so many years had no proper, civil medicinal practice had ever been in the Order, that it felt almost alien to sit in a cold, white room.

Even for someone like her, who had lived a significant portion of her life inside an entirely artificial planet, the fluorescent lights and the textile countertops felt far too clean and alien, even in comparison to the one she had seen at Vin's cafe.

Almost too similarly to her skin, her hospital gown was more of a pale-cream bodybag. God, this place felt dead.

And then the doctor finally came.

He was a little too common for her tastes (likely the tastes of your common woman, too), a fair-skinned man with a tinge of rose in his cheeks and flecks of brown to signify his oncoming age. In addition, his prickly, poorly-shaven beard was just growing out, though it was greying in some parts, giving the impression he was a prickly, fleshy cactus. His green-grey eyes looked up and down at Victoria only once, and much to her surprise, only once.

His attention was more focused on the X-ray screenings he got back from the test earlier. On his screen, which wasn't touch-sensitive (something incredibly rare and archaic for the Order), there was her skeleton. It didn't look wrong in structure; as with most Isorans, they were as perfect as genetics would allow; no structural irregularities, no disproportions.

And yet, the doctor still had an apprehensive, grim look to his face.

As though he were on a dime, he spun quickly to his patient, Victoria Grey.

"...I'm going to be quick and frank with you, Miss Grey. You're lacking in Vitamin D deficiency. Lucky for you, the vitamins supplemented in your food carried you this far without any health problems. I just want you to realize, though, that now, you're in your thirties. Metabolism is going to slow down, and the supplements aren't going to work as effectively as they did before. And any additional intake is going to ruin your liver and kidneys.

My prescription : Get some SUNLIGHT. And no, not just a little, a LOT. Like take-a-trip-to-Aurora-Isles-lot. And please, learn to exercise without your suit. Yes, you may have been informed in the past it helps with muscle function, but it's really a crutch for the body. And the years of fighting without proper rest has put at risk for a fracture. Just take a vacation, bathe in the sun, and come back to me in the next two weeks for the next appointment.

As I am your physician, and like all physician, you CAN ignore my advice, but if any of the stuff I explained happens in the future, that's on you."

"...alright then, Doctor...?"

"Valentine. Doctor Valentine. It's been my pleasure to be of service to you, Miss Grey. I heard you were a medic too, though not exactly a family practitioner..."

Victoria chuckled. "Infirmary nurse, in the Old War."

Valentine nodded, and walked out before suddenly turning.

"Your clothing will be sent by a nurse soon. If you need anything, I'll be in the room across."

And with that, he was off to another appointment.

~~~

"Doctor," an all too familiar voice greeted.

"Sir."

"Today's the day I get custody, right?"

"Correct."

"If I'm allowed, to, can I ask how she's doing?"

"That's classified...but...she's not hurt. Heck, she's so full of energy we don't need chemicals to perform PET scans, and even after...labor, she's fine. A little healthier than most, even."

A sigh came.

"That's good. That's good. And her mother?"

The doctor had to wipe a tear.

"She's doing well too...I've never seen such a strong woman. Not a moment did she cry."

Now two sighs came.

And then a pair of footsteps, bare from what it sounded like came down the hall...

"Your little girl's here."

Mon, 08/04/2014 - 06:56

#43

Sonosuke

(~O ,O)~ #Sonosuks

I just noticed something. A 22 year old is Knight Elite. Sure, that's understandable in the military as well as real life. I just find it odd since I have the mindset that Isorans start in the military at around 16 years of age and progress through the T1 and T2 ranks quickly.

Mon, 08/04/2014 - 09:31

#44

Feline-Grenadier

Hm...

Well, with the dangers of pioneering gone, and with the clearance issues, most Knights who aren't totally stupid or totally horrible at fighting usually get bumped up to T2 fairly quickly.

I'll also extend Chapter 5 soon..or later.

And yes Psych, you'll see him soon.

Mon, 08/04/2014 - 09:28

#45

Psychnade

RIDLEEEEEEEY

The Mad Mechanist has to make an appearance!

Mon, 08/04/2014 - 19:50

#46

Feline-Grenadier

Chapter 6 : Inheritance.

Author's Note : This is going to be a little different from the usual...

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Eris :

Well, it's my second week into work, and it turns out my boss has the most adorable daughter that I've EVER SEEN! She has his eyes, his hair, and his skin tone, but...besides that, she doesn't look anything like him apart from that. Even though she claims she was seven, she's only 4'4. When I was her age, I was already 4'8!

So was Vin really born as a shorter person? No, he's within the PRR (Practical Ratio Range). Maybe it's the mother, but...I haven't seen her. He says he has joint custody over the girl, and that she works at a lower depth full-time, but...I can't help but think who else would be down there, other than Vaelyn. No, she's too...off for a guy like him, and I don't think he's been interacting with her at all. So...who the heck's the mother? I really want to know, but if it's something that he'd rather not talk about, I'll let it off.

It's funny, though. He doesn't look that old at all. In fact, he looks more like Alex's older brother (Alex is the daughter's name). I don't know...this is just really weird...

Fyra Kyota :

I have no idea how many years has it been since I've seen a kid. That's the honest truth. Vin's daughter almost threw me off completely (he's on the younger side), but she's a really smart girl, apparently. Also a little hyperactive, but that's all the more better.

Well, not for me. I'm out of breath already from playing tag outside with her. And boy, is she FAST. After Vin told her I was a hair designer, like "Uncle Bechamel" was, she started barraging me with all sorts of question, from what scissors I use, to what conditioner is made out of. Even for her dad, who's running a cafe, she's a lot to handle for the customers. I can only wonder how the heck can he do it alone.

Wherever the mom is; neither will tell. Vin doesn't want to talk about it, so I'm guessing it's bad.

Now, what to do to her hair...she wants a bobcut one second, the next, a French Braid. Just like your typical seven year old.

Dr. Wilford :

Once again, the afflatus of genetic researchers have baffled me once more! For the first time in years, a child has been developed via ARTIFICIAL INSEMINATION. And no, I mean not to refer to the various flora, such as the lupine Wolver or the eccentric Chroma for research, I mean an ISORAN child. Moreso than that, the child is an IPS CHIMERA. Now, the mother that birthed and attributed a partial amount of her own, alien genes to the child is totally unknown. Her very existence is top-secret, but by just inspecting the hair sample I stole, she must've been an ASTOUNDING specimen. On top of that, the child has achieved some sort of half-immortality, by the looks of it. Her telomeres, just like a lobster's, repair themselves with each iteration of meiosis and mitosis. She'll develop normally, but after reaching adulthood, what then? Will they continue to repair and expand? Would cancer happen then?

How this was achieved, I do not know, but it also appears as though the child is not standard Isoran material either. Unlike the usual A, B, or O, she possesses something else altogether. Traces of...some other genetical strands, not following the traditional formation of deoxyribose, is being employed. As far as I know, this means the offspring may or may not express some truly peculiar traits in the future, but I'm not geneticist. I haven't even downloaded the entire Isoran Genome into my systems as of late! No matter, my ties with science is rooted in the creation of life from gears, not gametes or gonads.

Lady Grey:

I hadn't entertained the idea that someone like the former Champion would have a child, much less sustain a serious relationship at his age, but apparently, he does. In many ways, she's just like him, but in many others, she isn't. If it wasn't for the game of Hide and Seek, I never would've noticed, but her legs have a slight bow shape to them. It's been years since I've done medical work, but I think it was called "Genu Varum". In a lot of the orphans I saw back on Isora, since their parents couldn't afford to partake in the Selection programmes, they also exhibited more severe cases of this.

They broke their legs trying to run from the Morai. I don't think any of them were admitted to the Skylark. I'd assume Vin's lineage contained the "Genu Varum" trait, though it was probably unexpressed in the Selection. And now it's back.

To this degree, though, I wouldn't find that Vin's kid would need any sort of correction. From what I overheard with Dr. Valentine, her shin only have a 13 degree differentiation from most kids her age. It's not nearly enough to affect anything but height by an inch. Other than the slight asthma she was born with, the kid's doing well. She's also got that tan of his.

Sometimes, though, when I see Vin watching her run back and forth around the Cafe, he looks...depressed. I guess he and the mother had a few things that weren't closed up yet before they separated. Wait...oh, he's on anti-depressants too. Looks like the Order knows about it.

From what I've seen, she's a little smarter than most, but the development's sorta slow for her to grasp a few concepts. Just drilled her on her algebra, and she's having a little bit of trouble defining what a variable is. I guess it might run parallel to her father...

Ralan Caltamir :

For Vin to get such an ADORABLE GIRL for a tyke (yeah, I'm a real sucker for cuties. >w<), his girl must've been HOT. Wonder how many times he smacked dat...

Mon, 08/04/2014 - 18:18

#47

Raigaizam

Ummmmm...

This is the weirdest thing ever. Victoria? Srsly?
Ermagerd weird.

lol

Mon, 08/04/2014 - 18:26

#48

Psychnade

Ridley E. Wilford

I like it...I like it...

He talks just like I wanted him to :D

Mon, 08/04/2014 - 18:46

#49

Sonosuke

(~O ,O)~ #Sonosuks

I'm still chuckling because of Ralan's comment on the matter. Good Job, Vin.

"besides that, she doesn't look anything like him apart from that."

Mon, 08/04/2014 - 18:54

#50

Feline-Grenadier

@Raichu-spasms

Whut bout Vicktoreia .

@Sonar-sucks

I durn fix-ed ette.

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