Hoonters (Recruitment and OOC)

[Nicoffee]

@Reaver - Hopefully I can keep things more organized next time, yeah?

Also @All I'm not gonna be around for most of the day tomorrow, so by the end of today I'm going to be trying to wrap things up with everyone at least to a point where you don't need my assistance. If you don't feel like waiting too, depending on the situation, I might just allow you to mini-mod whatever NPC you were interacting with. Regardless, I'm hoping we can finally get to Day 2 by Friday.

[spriter1]

Mind me asking if you got a reply yet for that space? o.o

[Nobudi]

I'd say just be patient, he's got a lot on his plate.

[spriter1]

I know, don't worry about that. I just thought to ask for him to answer later.

[Reaver]

Pretty sure Ica gets dibs first

[VintageBass]

All depends on when he gets on and replies.

[CumInTiana01]

oh my god!...i just leave one day...and i'm already lost in here... with all the stuff that is going on...where did samantha end?

[VintageBass]

From what I know, you're still at Irima's house and you are free to do whatever.

[Icaelus]

Well. I'm holding an increasingly hot potato now, huh? I'll get my CS up soon. And hey, Zender. It's awesome to see ya again.

[Reaver]

Well. I'm holding an increasingly hot potato now, huh? I'll get my CS up soon. And hey, Zender. It's awesome to see ya again.

Wanna guess who partially convinced him? Im gathering some veterans noe. Too bad Napsii isn't around, I miss her comprehensive walls of text.

[Icaelus]

I doubt she'll ever come back, truthfully.

[VintageBass]

At least I can make up for the wall of text... occasionally.

I like to write.

[Icaelus]

Name: Valkyria Antara

Gender: Female

Race: Nephilim(Human/Fallen Angel)

Age: 22

Perks and skills:

Angel of Wrath - Possessed of the wrathful anger of the heavens, celestial might lends strength to Valkyria's lightest of blows, turning them into a force of judgement to be reckoned with. (Increases base damage dealt.)

Lament of the Fallen - The blessings of the fallen angels lingers on Val's body, letting her recover from damage faster and even share the regeneration among whoever she deems fit. ( Health regeneration. Effect increases if seriously wounded.)

Flight of the Nephilim - Unsealing the blackened wings upon her back, Val takes to the skies, capable of launching blistering aerial assaults on the foes that had dared to rouse her ire. (Grants flight, but usable only once a day.)

Disadvantages and Drawbacks:

Blinded Justice - Righteous anger, while a powerful tool of the angels to smite their enemies, is still anger regardless. Val's temper had always been on a short fuse..and a few wrong words at the wrong moment had always led into a full-out brawl between her and the offending parties. (Reduces Composure and Manipulation depending on Valkyria's mood.)

Honesty - Val's always true to her feelings, be it anger, happiness...or even lust. She just isn't that good in masking her emotions, easily able to let others pick up on her feelings. (Reduces Composure against seduction.)

Burnout - The battle trances that her wrath often place her into are incredibly draining, even for a Nephilim. Exhaustion can easily overtake Val if she lets herself be provoked into a drawn out battle easily. (Reduces Stamina more the longer the battle drags on.)

Appearance:

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Class: Valkyrie
Strength - 2
Dexterity - 3
Stamina - 2
Intelligence - 1
Wit- 2
Resolve - 2
Presence - 1
Manipulation - 1
Composure - 1

Backstory:

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Monsters and Men. The line drawn between the two species was distinct and clearcut. But in some cases where it blurred and faded into non-existence, you tended to find halfbreeds. Hybrids, of monsters and men. Often times bestowed with the intelligence of men, while inheriting the beast-like strength of their monster parent. The halfbreeds seemed to be a stronger race..although they tended to be shunned by some.
A Nephilim is a child born of a human and a fallen angel, an incredibly rare species by itself. Nearly unrivaled in both magical prowess, strength and beauty, Angels did not tend to leave their habitat up in the heavens, instead seeking out a peaceful existence by themselves. There was however, the odd case every now and then.
Indeed, the Angel named Nexiel was an oddity herself. Cast out of her own home in the skies for apparently killing one of her own kind, she fell down to earth to start a life of repentance..only that she didn't.
Bitter and angry at everything around her, Nexiel simply unleashed her wrath on anything around her that dared raise her ire. With time and much blood spilled, her originally white wings darkened into a pure midnight black. The sign that she would not repent. Returning back to the heavens above would never be an option for her, ever again.
Being down here on Earth was a whole new world for the Angel, however. And sexual need, something new to her soon overwhelmed her senses. Finding a remote village somewhere where she had originally fell down to, she kidnapped a man for herself and during that night in some dark cave, explored every single inch of his body. The mortal man, Ansem was his name. He was struck dumb by her ethereal beauty was only too happy to oblige, beginning a new life out in the wild with Nexiel.
From that day onwards, the Angel had found herself surprisingly fulfilled. The anger and sorrow that had previous consumed her very self melting away into love and affection for her mate.
But her blood-soaked past would eventually catch up to her in the next decade. By that time, Nexiel had given birth to a healthy baby girl, christening her Valkyria after the designation of battle angel she had once been. It was a happy time for them all..but it would not last.
Heaven had strict laws on the children of Angels, even more so on the birth of Nephilim like Valkyria. They were thought as abominations, bastard children that should never have existed in this world.
A platoon of warrior angels were sent to the cave where Valkyria lived, brandishing flaming swords and ready to dispense justice upon the Fallen Angel and ultimately, annihilate her family. They were innocents, but they were an existence that could never be allowed to exist. If anything else, the most they could do was give them a painless death.
They stormed into the cave, taking Nexiel's mate Ansem by surprise when he went to investigate the noise they had caused. He died with a single slash to his neck, the flaming sword lopping his head clean off and even cauterizing the wound after.
Nexiel's scream of rage and despair shook the cave as she attacked the warrior angels, the thirst for vengeance lending her strength. She had been one of the strongest Angels before she had fallen..and nothing had changed since then. Her skill with a blade was impeccable and many of the warrior angels found that out the hard way as one by one they fell lifeless to the stone floor, their blood watering the ground.
But it was many against one and slowly but surely, Nexiel's wounds mounted. She fought on desperately, for she was all that stood between the avenging angels and her Nephilim child.
Valkyria had simply frozen in shock at the moment her father had just died like that. Huddled in a corner, she was eerily silent even as the battle raged on around her. She wanted to think of this all as a drea-no, a nightmare. But at the very least she would wake from it and hopefully find everything okay. No warrior angels would be wrecking their home, killing Father and fighting with Mother..

But this was reality. There was no room to entertain a mere wishful dream.

The last angel of the warrior platoon managed to break away from Nexiel for a mere moment, his blazing sword raised overhead to deliver a killing blow to the Nephilim child. Nexiel already had several fatal wounds inflicted upon her, but yet she had continued on fighting. It seemed like the hunters had become the hunted. But at the very least..he would end this conflict right here and now. He had no qualms in ending the life of a Nephilim, for her life ahead was likely to be filled with thoughts of revenge and vengeance, now that things had finally come to this.
The sword of flame blazed a burning trail through the still air, ringing upon metal as Nexiel parried the blow with her own sword. He had failed..a pity. Nexiel's blade sliced through his chestplate, shearing into his very body as the Fallen Angel cleaved him into two pieces. As he lay dying at the Nephilim child's feet, he managed a single last look at the child. Her face was warped with fear and hate. Tears trailing down her cheeks as she roused herself for the first time the battle had begun, pushing herself to her two feet.
Picking up his very own sword, which should've been impossible a child of a mere ten years of old to even carry, the Nephilim raised the sword overhead, the bright white flames of his blade darkening into a pitch black. A new Angel of Wrath was born. With a scream, Valkyria swung the blade, ending the life of the last of the invaders.
It was over. But at what cost? Her father was dead, his only mercy was that in death, his had been painless and quick. Her mother Nexiel lay dying from her battle wounds. Nothing could save her, that much was evident from the grievous wounds that marred her once unblemished body.
She knelt by her mother, who sobbed a final last apology to her child. Her lungs had been ruptured by a stab from the battle and every word she was trying to say simply caused her to choke on her own blood. There were no final words to be said here. All she could do was to make sure Valkyria could stay hidden. Raising a trembling hand, she traced an arcane sigil in the air, then moving her hands to the bare skin between Valkyria's wings. Imprinting the magic symbol upon the child's back, the black wings simply vanished, sealed into the sigil.
It was the last thing she could do for her child. Her eyes closing, her hand caressed Valkyria's hair for the last time before it fell limp to the floor.

She was all alone now. Nobody but corpses for company. She spent the next few days digging a grave within the cave, cleaning their once peaceful abode the best she could before she laid her parents to rest. The corpses of the angels she had long ago dragged out and burned, their ashes scattered into the wind. When the last handful of earth had covered the grave, Valkyria packed a bag with whatever she thought she needed. But notably were the two blades she carried. One was Nexiel's..the other of the angel that she had slain with her own hands. These two swords would forever remind her of what she had lost this day as long as she carried them. Nexiel's represented her will for her to keep living. The angel's sword represented a burning need for vengeance. She would not forgive. She would not forget..

Another twelve years passed before anything really interesting happened in her life. She had spent the years endlessly seeking out information on the Angels, desiring revenge. She had worked as a Hunter, polishing her skill with the two angelic blades with the monster contracts she took, exterminating them. She left the harvesting to others, her distaste for that kind of work clear to all that worked with her.
All sources of information in the Western Lands had honestly been exhausted. She hadn't even learnt anything useful..except that she was named after a certain rank of warrior angel in Heaven, a Valkyrie. Perhaps that was what Mother had been. But nothing else was even remotely useful. They all turned out to be idle chatter, often leading her on wild goose chases through the Western Lands with no results at all.
Perhaps..she just had to do as Nexiel had done. Try to live a simple, peaceful life..?
Just as she had decided to finally give up on her quest for vengeance, a single ray of hope presented itself in the opportunity to travel to Eopeth. A recently-discovered continent. There would possibly new sources of information for her..and why not? It wasn't as if she had any lingering attachments to the Western Lands.
Indeed, she was as alone as she was twelve years ago. Friendless and without kin.
Maybe the road of vengeance wasn't such an ideal one, after all..

I'm sorry for leaving the bio incomplete! Will finish up tomorrow, but for now, I would appreciate it if there's any vetting I could do for this CS, Nes?

[Nicoffee]

I got home just now. Hmm. I'd change up Lament of the Fallen to be something more of a "out-of-combat passive" and you could make it stronger, as she actually just regenerates really fast when not fighting, but I would take away the capability of sharing that on to others, since that'd feel a bit too...Shall we say, "magicky" to me.

@All

So, I got A LOT of work I need to get done today still, so I don't think I'll be posting. At least not until very later, if you're not in a combat situation/don't need my input much, feel free to just speed things up on your own.

[VintageBass]

You know, a good healing hunter won't be that bad of an idea...

[Nicoffee]

Perhaps, but then I'd prefer if the character took more of a "medic" approach rather than "healer", if you catch my drift.

[Zender_Solarheart]

Sorry about the late reply, Ica. Good to see you again, too. I just wish I could've spotted this RP when registration was still open.

[VintageBass]

Hey, if you need a break, take a break. We can wait for a post from you Nes!

[Nobudi]

Take a break. Don't want you to burn out Nes.

[lilbooth]

working on a post shortly, should be up around 3 am eastern. Can I assumes whatever I do here is basically the last thing before the next day?