Sorana

Ahh, that makes more sense. So he can draw with his shields. Thank you. I read that part in your character sheet and was completely confused. ========== @mathiau Your character is approved! Welcome to the RP and if you have any questions how to start, feel free to ask them any time! ========== @Voidus Could you take a look this bio? Tags don't work in quotes, so I decided to tag you in case you missed it.

Your smile widens a little at his question and you tilt your head towards him in compliment. He is curious and something about him fascinates you enough that you are willing to play along. Show him. The thought runs like a thrill through your body, excitement at the prospect that he might grasp the beauty, understand the possibilities. It would be a glorious moment if he turns around, his face showing nothing but wonder. It's a risk, but you haven't set up a larger labortory, so if he knows, if he decides to destroy it, you will loose some tools and might have to look for a different place. Annoying, but on a whim you decide to take the risk. No risk, no fun. And Sloane has the potential to be a lot of fun. "It is, whatever you want it to be." You reply and turn slightly towards the door in a silent invitation to leave. A slight challenge enters your eyes when you dare him to get up and to follow you outside.

Hello Welcome to the Alleyverse. While Rushu leads the Scholar's guild, she's no mod and therefore can't approve your character. I've got a short question regarding the quoted part above. With Alley do you meanone of the Dark Alley's alleys? Alleycity can be entered and left through streets and/or gates, there is no need to use an Alley. Or the other way round, do you know what an Alley in our context is? I'm asking because any character stepping into an Alley belonging to the DA has a high chance to never return, so I want to make sure that you know about the consequences of this weakness. Honestly, depending on what you mean, I would recommend to change it. If you have any questions regarding the context, feel freeto ask them.

Ophelia gasped in fear, when suddenly there was blood and an urchin was screaming, and screaming, a hand on the ground, the screams lound and earpiercing, so lound that she tried to lift a hand to cover her ears. The movement made her notice, that she was the one screaming, and so stopped, couldn't draw her eyes away from the blood, from the hand, the fingers still outstreched, slowly curling up. "What?" she asked, and got interrupted, when the one holding her, yanked her over, to the side, as if to use her to protect him. Ophelia turned, rammed the scissors into his side and he let go of her, while she stared at the blood covering her shining, beautiful scissors. They were so beautiful. And now she had, she stepped backwards, fell on her knees and gagged, the stench of blood turning her stomach around. When had this escalated, when had it turned into something so terrible. She had only looked for a place to work. The urchin cursed, pressed a hand on his side, but he was still standing, his face drawn in pain and fear, and fury. Ophelia tried to get up, but her body protested, made her turn her head when she vomited on the ground, tried to get the image of the hand out of head.

Ophelia stared at Aoryen, eyes wide open. Lost, the had lost. "But I don't want to!" she exclaimed and the Urchins laughed at her. "But you placed yourself as a bet." One of them replied and sauntered over, draped his arm over her shoulder. "I didn't!" she shook her head, tried to walk away from him, but instead he tried to pull her over to his friends. "Leave me alone!" She screamed and grabbed her scissors, her hand holding them so tightly, that it hurt. "Let go of me, I don't want to come along." She stared at Aoryen, who had sold her, who had ignored her wishes and simply went along with this. She had thought that he had a plan, but instead he had used her, had pretended to listen to her, and then he had ignored her reply. Tears ran down her face, when the urchin dragged her to the side and she tried to resist, but couldn't quite get away from his grip. "Just let go of me."

Shana grabbed her backpack and followed Rob out of the car. "I've got maths first, but then we'll be in the library." She told her friends and sighed, when she took a look at her watch. They were early, and at the same time early, never really worked well. "Anybody else in the library today?" Her eyes darted to Rob. "Maybe we could start to reesarch some of the defensive structures we talked about. That would at least be useful, compared to reading about bees or plants." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, unwilling to head to class, the test looming over her, although there was this sliver of hope, that maybe, maybe she had managed to pass and could go on. @Ookla the Maybe-Existent @allothers

He looks fine now! Character is approved. I only have one last question regarding the lines of forbiddance he attaches to his shields. How do you picture that?

No DA. Mike relaxed a little, although he suspected, that the man was lying. Did it matter - no, nor really. Nothing really mattered anymore. It was tempting to simply give in to Snake, have her take over and just leave it all behind. Lusk would gut him, his friend was gone - the was nothing left anyway. He might be able to escape, his was trained and fit, and his training had included some jumping, as well as climbing smaller walls, but did he really want to try his - Snake shoved Mike away, smiled when she saw the scales on his arm. "Hello, Cutie." She grinned at Corenar, delighted at the scales on her arms. Her tongue tasted the air and her smile widened. The man obviously had no idea who she was. Maybe she could play with him a little. Snake leaned against a wall, one hand reached into Mike's bag when she relaxed, projected a calm surface. She knew that the boy was probably throwing a tantrum somewhere, but she didn't care at all. "You wanted to talk to me?" Mike screamed in fury, when Snake brushed him away, scared Salmon that scurried away and hid in the darkness again. Slowly he turned around, strangely Squirrel was gone as well, and he turned to Fox, who was licking his paws. Fox. That explained why Squirrel wasn't here. "Why?" he asked quietly and Fox lifted his head, looked at him. "You decide." He said calmly and Mike shook his head. "No, no I don't." he gestured around. "Squid was my friend, Wolf was my friend. This was your decision, not mine." Fox only looked down at his paws again, continue to clean them from the blood.

He was still staring at her. Even when he confirmed her claim, he still stared at her as if he wanted to know each and every detail about her, as if he was taking off her cloths and and skin and muscle to see who she was. And yet, to hear his verbal confirmation was a relief. It lent her some credibility and hopefully upped her chance to step out of this place again. He obviously had known that Mac had left the Alleys, although he had no idea what had happened before. As long as she held that information, she was valuable, and being valuable usually had being alive in tow. He looked her over again, and she flinched back under his glance, instinctively tried to avoid it, before catching herself in the middle of another step back, forced her eyes back to his sternum. He moved away from her, gave her a little more space and she forced her hands to open again. She hadn't even realized she had formed them to fists. Finally something changed, as if a pressure was removed from her, and when she looked up into his face, his stare had changed. He was still staring at her, but differentely. Less intense. Temeria exhaled, took a moment to take in his face, the short hair, the way he looked at her, how he held himself. He reminded her of an officer of some sorts. A general maybe. The thought cast a different light on the situation, one she knew how to handle. "No." She shook her head, determined to stay with the truth. "He didn't ask me to come here, nor to pass along a message of some kind." She barely noticed her voice becoming a little stronger when she setteled into some kind of familiarity with the situation. It was nothing but a report. Concentrate on the information, hope your officer likes it and see what happens. "I decided on my own to come here." That was the critical part. She had no idea how many rules she had broken by coming here without an invite. The spren was flickering on her shoulder, and she turned her head worried if it was alright, or if this place was hurting it somehow - but these thoughts had to wait. First she had to survive here, then she could talk to the spren. Temeria took a deep breath when her eyes accidently touched the sky, the deep, endless shadows on the sides, the strange windows - no. She focused her attention on the man.. If he wanted her dead, he would kill her. No use to worry about facts she couldn't change. Better try to get this as right as possible. She touched her fist to her chest in a salut and inclined her head in greeting. "Temeria Sheneth, sir. If you want to, I can gladly decribe what happened before his decision to leave and repeat the reasoning he gave me." @Voidus

Althea looked over at Adren. "If there really is a fitting charity -" She was about to say something else when Max reached out for her and his words made her look over her shoulder, as if she could see him, fear crossing her face. RUN. She replied, without turning back to Adren or Wes, focused on the direction they had come from. She took hold of their bond, concentrated on the way it felt under her fingers. He was still there. She used the first memory that came to her mind, fear, panic rolling over her when she had been rioted earlier, and without hesitation she flug it along the bond. It made her body tense, when it reacted to the fear and she grit her teeth against the emotion, focused on Max. On the other side is a chasm, a ridge. Don't fall. There should be a rope there. Get away from the mushrooms. Frantically she wondered what else she could do that didn't involve leaving the cave, and simply bring him here. The Underling. If she left him alone, Althea forced herself to relax again, turn back to Adren an Wes. Tell me once you've cleared the room. I can guide you through the others. Hopefully it would work like that. She focused on the situation at hand again. A charity. It might work, but in the end, it was the same situation with the DA taking it. If Karin feared that the DA might not be able to keep it safe, how could a charity. "I am not sure, if this might work." She tried to finish her sentence, glossing over her momentarily distraction, her face back to it's normal, polite expression. "It will be hard to get overall support for this party, and without that support someone will start stealing it." Althea looked around, her eyes resting on the holes in the wall. It came down to one single decision. Was she willing to sacrifice all of this? All this power, the money, to ensure the peace they had at the moment. There was no way to judge the longterm consequences. Maybe the DA was the best place to pile all of it. If she suggested it to the right persons, they might just be greedy enough to accept. They rarely declined a chance to study something and atium was rare enough that it would be tempting, really tempting. Atium spikes were fascinating, another fact that would make it even more tempting. It wouldn't take much convincing them to take it, and if it vanished in the Alleys, then it was gone. They wouldn't sell, which would solve the problem with the economy. And with Max coming, they could stop this cave from producing more. @ElephantEarwax

Wita turned around and shrugged. "There will be a way." She said and tapped her bracelet. "You could always make up some sad story about me needing to go to the hospital." Curiously she slowly crept up on the stairs, until she finally reached to door. It was silent, and after a while she gently pushed it open. Nothing. The police was gone. Now they only needed to go to Big Ben and then they could see what these criminals were doing. "They are gone!" She called to Ryan and Marcel and straightened. "We should hurry?" @Ookla the Maybe-Existent

"Can you organize horses?" She asked. "That would solve who carries the food an equipment. I had a pack, but -" It was lost when she had been kidnapped. It had only been a few weeks, a few days since she escaped and yet it felt far, far away. She was free, and she had found a friend. "We will need torches, some rope. Blankets, maybe a sleeping mat to place on the ground. Cloaks and a second set of cloths to change into." She tried to remember the contents of her pack back in the camp. "Something to sharpen your weapon, soap, maybe a razor for you and definitely a bowl, mug and a spoon. If we want to cook a pot." Falling silent she considered the situation, the urgency nearly completely gone. "It's strange." She said after a while. "I don't even know why it was so important to leave, to go there." And yet she knew, knew that it had been important. And if the gods went, maybe they should go with them. If she showed them, that they were worthy, that humans were good, that they would profit if they took the time and cared for them. Maybe she could show Sensation that it was a mistake to discard all of them so easily.

Mike yelped and finally pulled his arm free. "Just leave me alone." He whispered and took a step back, his body poised to run. The man knew about spikes, he knew about the Alleys. "Do you belong to them?" He asked, his voice shaking from fear. First the assassination, and now this - he should have followed Wes, should have stayed with his friend, instead of staying behind. Wes cared. Unhappily he readied himself to run, although his legs felt weak, sorrow filled his heart. Wolf was dead. He had lost wolf and he didn't know how to protect Squirrel while staying in control. Snake stired at Corenar's words. Talk to her. The human wanted to talk to her. It was an opportunity, a chance for her to get of Mike, to get his body for her own. She looked over at Fox, still licking his nose and then slowly started to move upwards, out of the darkness that surrounded them. The human would make a mistake, and then his body was hers.

Wita nodded, "Yes like a hitchhike. It can't hurt to try, and somebody is always awake at night." It would be fun to stop a random person, ask them if they could take them. They really were like some special forces soldiers from the movies, they would stop the evil ones and they would save the world. She smiled at the thought, the idea that she, Wita, was about to try to save London. Or at least to prevent some bad buys to get more power than they already had. She tensed when she heard a car drive away quickly and then looked up at him. "Let's check upstairs, see if they are gone?"

Character is approved. The 5 points are not an issue, since you didn't substract anything for his weaknesses. I added him to the general character list. ==================== Hello =) I added my ranking of your skills in green.

I stop, and try to bring a larger distance between me and whatever it is beneath the surface, readying my sword. Carefully observing if that thing noticed us, I then choose another direction and continue that way. I make sure that kenod can up, if they want to.

Sagitta listened to the gods, observed them, tried to understand, to grasp, slowly realizing that she couldn't. There was no way to understand this, no way to grasp it and to make it real. It was something she needed to accept and even that knowledge didn't make things easier. She turned to Price when she felt it, an urgent, tugging sensation that ran though her bones, as if she had jumped into an half-frozen river. It scared her, but what scared her even more was the name Gati uttered, the way the gods reacted, as if they were swatted down by an unseen power. Tiska. She had heard of Tiska, had heard of the nomads of the place - and the gods wanted to go there. It was too good a chance to let it slide. "Price." She adressed her friend quietly. "Let's go along with them. To Tiska." He could study the gods and she, maybe she could learn about their enemy. If they knew more about them, it would grant them an edge in the upcoming battle. "Let's fetch some equipment, weapons for both of us, so that we can train, and preferably some armor too - we might need an animal to carry food and water - but we should go." Her voice sounded urgent, reflected the urgency that only slowly let go of her. They needed to go, to see with their own eyes. They had to. @Ookla the Maybe-Existent

A grin touches your face, when Sloane relativises his sentence shortly after the crazy one steps into the tavern. Your eyes follow his over and you rise an eyebrow at his behaviour. This one obviously needs to learn their place. And if he wants to survive, soon. Deliberatetly you look at his face for a moment, and then turn away, back to Sloane. The girl should be enough to keep him occupied. Her behaviour stresses the fact, that she is a lot more dangerous than her outer appearance lets you think, and it's none of your business. What fascinates you more is, that for the first time, Sloane didn't reply to one of your statements in the way you hoped. You had aimed to ask how much it would cost you to hire him, but the information that he works for anybody is worth even more. It means he is lax when it comes to his fee. Or maybe has a soft streak in his heart and soul. You look at him for a moment, realize that he had adjusted his head, while you had been focused on the wanna-be-king and now you are able to get a better glimpse at his eyes. They still appear to be dark, their color hard to judge with the hat casting its shadow above them and the dim light in the tavern, and you look straight into them when you consider your next reply. "From my experience the rich ones always have a high-rise-apartment somewhere. If it's a tavern with a changed interior, or a cellar full of fabrials to make it comfortable." Your words are nice, but at the same time empty. It's not what he wanted to know, and you know that. "Does it really matter, where I live?" You ask him instead of replying to his question, a carefull playfullness entering your tone. "But I can promise you - you wouldn't be disappointed when you saw it."

Mike gave another pull on his arm, but the guy continued to hold him in a tight grip and while his voice changed, asked if he could help, he still hadn't offered Mike a chance to run away. Wise probably, if he really wanted to talk to him. "Nobody can help." He replied shortly and felt Wolf stir, powerful, stronger than he ever had done before - and then - nothing. Nothing at all. Mike risked a glance into the dark room and saw blood. Wolf's pelt was strewn everywhere, and in the middle - Fox. Fox seemed to be stronger, blood on his fur and around his jaws, but otherwise he seemed fine. He didn't do anything, only looked at Mike. No, not at Mike. At Squirrel who was hiding on his shoulder. "I was sent into an Alley and paid the price." Mike replied to the other question, not really thinking about his words. Wolf, Wolf was dead. Fox had ripped him apart while Mike was preoccupied with something else. He used his free arm to hug himself and looked up at Corenar, tears brimming in his eyes. "It's better for you if you leave me alone. I am but a shadow."