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Riley Paolimi

Heavy Hitter and the Champion of Almekia

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a character in “Savior”, as played by GotDraggedIntoThis

Description

General Information

Name: Riley Paolimi

Age: 23

Height: 5'10

Weight: 60kg

Build: Slim frame but is well toned, although she trains regularly, her body has never really stacked on muscle.

Gender: Female

Nation: Almekia

Description

Hair Color: Light Blue

Eye Color: Brown

Facial Features: Usually carries a look of focus or determination, this often causes strangers to be wary of her as she always seems to be focused on something.

Attire: Not too fond of any kind of armour, Riley opts to wear mostly what she calls her "Uniform", This so called uniform includes, tank tops, scarves, jeans/pants covered in chain mail(By request of her family) and metal plate boots which she hates but again, wears by request. She is very fond of her leather gloves as well as her goggles that she mostly just uses to hold her hair back more than actually using them.

Personality

Behavior: Riley's general focus on her training causes her to usually be quite serious almost all the time, she is devoted to her work and believes that anyone slacking off should be ignored, this causes her to come off as arrogant and rude, this is often not the case, it is just

Habits/Tendencies/Quirks: Has a bad habit of snubbing those that annoy her, she takes things that are in jest seriously, she has a terrible habit of snoring and usually starts to tend to her hammer when she deems a topic to be "Unimportant", She is usually quite blunt whenever asked personal questions,because well.. they are personal.

Likes/Dislikes: Enjoys the company of someone who can pull their weight, likes to stay up late learning/studying technique, despises cold mornings as well as hot afternoons, has a strong disgust around cats and generally wont eat that she doesnt think will benefit her.

Fears: Afraid of failing her family, friends and her nation, she is afraid of not being able to take action against things that effect her

Hopes/Dreams: Her goals are simple, Save the world, become a hero, make her parents happy and in turn, die knowing she accomplished something


Essence

Essence:2. The Essence of Strength (Unnatural determination, willpower, and of course superhuman strength)

Abilities: (Tactics, skills, what do you normally do with your essence?)

Techniques: (You can make up four techniques that you have specifically created, using your Essence. This also includes one Over-the-Top ability you are allowed to use, at a time I chose.)

1. Determination(PASSIVE): It takes a hell of a lot more to stop Riley from giving up in anything, for her to stop a fight she would have to be knocked out, through sheer determination and willpower, Riley can make her body push through pain that would normally stop other people.

2. Stun: Riley can headbutt an opponent, dazing him and causing him to lose his balance, Riley's natural strengths stops her from receiving any recoil damage from this.

3. Un-earth: Riley extends her hammer to the maximum length and raises it over her head and slams it into the ground, due to the combination of the weight of her weapon as well as her strength, this allows Riley to create a small, localised earthquake, or rather a series of cracks and fissures in the ground that make it hard to fight... Unless you have trained to like Riley.

4. (Over The Top) Shatter: Using her fist, Riley will strike at an opponents body, due to her overwhelming strength, the strike will break bones in the impact zone as well as deadening nearby muscles. Example: A strike to the right shoulder would break the clavicle bone as well as deaden the entire Upper body on the right side.


Weaponry

Type of Weapon: (Warhammer/Mace, the length of the hammer is able to change due to a retractable hilt in the weapon

Name of Weapon: (Dream-Breaker)

Length: (5'6ft tall down to about 2ft)

Width: The end of the hammer is about 65cm across

Thickness: N/A

Weight: Is heavier than any other mace currently made, this is due to it being made out of immensely dense metals causing it to be vastly heavier than is expected for such a weapon, weight: 180kg.

Ammunition: Nope.



Background

History: Riley's interest in any kind of history usually bored her, but after hearing her father's recounts of how bad the war was, she became determined to become worthy to represent her nation of Almekia in the tournament that would decide the fate of the world she lived in. She was thirteen years old when she came to this decision and it wasnt long until she began to notice odd things occurring in her training, weights she couldn't normally carry became feathers under her fingers, distances she struggled to jump became little hops for her, but most importantly, she went from being a weak martial arts student to a teacher in less than two years, soaring from the lowest rank that she had sat in for a year, all the way to teaching adults that had taught her. On the eve of her 16th birthday, Riley was bored and was swimming at the beach near her home, she was exploring a rock formation that she was told to never go exploring in them, but it was on this day that she decided not to, during her search, she had to be careful, not of the ocean currents, but of the animals, sure she was an adept fighter, but a shark could easily chomp through her before she even knew it. Thus she was very tentative to search this formation, but along with her strength, Riley also gained a strong sense of determination, whenever she thought that she might do something, she would have to do it. Thus her search lead her to this underwater cave, in which, the Dream-Breaker was waiting, the warhammer felt natural in her hands, the weigh just right, the fact that she could feel that it weighed something was a good sign to her, after returning to land, she began training to use her new found weapon, which she soon learnt was very unique, no one else could use the hammer, it was too heavy for them to carry, the weapon was made from a metal that no one had seen before, but they could guess that it was immensely dense, beyond any other metal known on earth.

Riley devoted the next seven years into training her skills with and without her new weapon, competing in many local tournaments and gaining many 1st place victories, this lead to the inevitable outcome of Riley being selected to represent her nation in the tournament that would be held to decide her worlds fate, thus on her 23rd birthday, Riley prepared herself and began to move towards the capital, ready to move on to the tournament to protect her home.

So begins...

Riley Paolimi's Story

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Character Portrait: Meskal Kender Character Portrait: Damian Maleck Character Portrait: Atonia Biyos Abbilati Character Portrait: Fraisier Jourdain Florentine Hughes Character Portrait: Riley Paolimi
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Riley, Paolimi

Posilidia Harbour, East Dock, Rumed


The blue haired woman was quite an odd sight, her hair sat in a loose pony-tail, she had never travelled this far from her home, but she didn’t expect to be stared at so much, although now that she considered it, she wasn’t exactly inconspicuous, her hammer resting over her back, which was pretty much bare to the world, she was wearing what was essentially a chain mail sports bra and plate pants, when you thought about it from a combat sense, it was pretty much useless, but it was her “uniform” none the less and no one else could tell her otherwise.

The woman, Riley, hailed from Almekia and she was pissed off, her boat arrived on the opposite side of town and for what? All for her to walk all the way to the other port, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN. How was she meant to take this seriously when they screwed her around like this? No use complaining verbally, Riley quickly grabbed her rucksack and began to head off towards the other port, she was visibly angry and many people gave her a wide berth, she was muttering to herself,
“What a bunch of jokes, I mean really
. Dumbasses, the whole lot of them.. Im meant to represent them? Why not put me where im meant to be?”

Riley had almost arrived at her destination, in fact, she could see a small group of people, near the boat she was due to depart on, she began to increase her pace, eager to arrive at her destination, eager to meet the other six champions, each was representing the other nations, each had their own unique techniques and abilities. Riley began to run towards them, but that’s where she made a small mistake, she had bumped into a group of men, sailors she thought, either way, she had pissed them off, one of them shoved her, shifting her to the side one bit, big mistake, Riley was going to apologise, but she was pissed, she threw a quick right hook that sent the sailor flying into the wall, he was launched with such a force that he was instantly knocked unconscious. Riley was efficient, she grabbed her hammer off her back and stood, ready to fight, however the sailors wanted no part in it, tending to their unconscious comrade. With a nod, Riley quickly readjusted her equipment and went forth to join the other champion’s, she shrugged and rubbed her hair and introduced herself,

“Umm
 Hi Im Riley, from Almekia, I hope you guys can actually fight, unlike those weaklings” She said as she pointed back at the sailors, the one who received her punch was still unconscious, perhaps she went too far?

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Character Portrait: Meskal Kender Character Portrait: Damian Maleck Character Portrait: Atonia Biyos Abbilati Character Portrait: Fraisier Jourdain Florentine Hughes Character Portrait: Galen Character Portrait: Riley Paolimi
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Meskal Kender

Polisidia Harbour, Docks, Rumed


Meskal had barely sat down to pray before he was rudely disturbed by the second of the champions to show their face on the docks proper. Meskal spared a second searching glance for the man, but he could discover little of interest. A plain man wearing skilfully made, practical clothes. He supposed that was for the best, no need to bring one’s fineries here, especially when they will be of no use against the Scion. When the young man spoke Meskal frowned, unfolded his hands and stood up, clearly irked by the man’s words. But before he could speak two new arrivals presented themselves, these two more like Meskal himself and one of them obviously of noble birth. Meskal listened to the second man’s introduction and was sad to hear the silent despondent one was supposed to be the champion of Perialis. But the sudden arrivals did not end there, for it seemed Meskal had arrived but moments before the other champions.

A woman dressed in finer clothing, with a familiar face, though he could not quite place her. Meskal snorted when she introduced herself as Princess of Saverilla. Either she was lying or anyone with even the slightest inkling of power in Saverilla had lost their minds. His eyes narrowed as he studied the strange woman, trying to figure out if she was truly the Princess of Saverilla by sight alone. His concentration was quickly broken however when the sound of something hitting another thing with force came from the dockside buildings. A quick glance in that direction revealed to him the source of the unusual sound. A fairly tall woman, standing near an a group of sailors, one of which was either slumped against the wall and unconscious, or taking a nap. When the woman introduced herself as the champion of Almekia, Meskal nodded in greeting. And finally a giant of man, taller even than Meskal appeared as if out of nowhere and hovered a few feet away from the newly formed group and gave a simple word of greeting.

These were to be his comrades in arms then? This poor bunch of thugs, princesses, spoiled brats and giants? Perhaps they didn’t have as big of a chance as Meskal had hoped at first, if this was the best the other nations could produce. With a grimace he looked over his fellow champions and took a deep breath. With an accusatory finger pointed in Damien’s direction Meskal finally spoke. ”How sad, are you so frightened that you would take away another man’s solace in prayer? Or are you simply a pathetic cur, not willing to spare another a bit of happiness in their beliefs?” He shook his head in disappointment and turned to the woman who seemed to have sent a sailor flying with just one punch. ”And you! What point was there in hitting that poor man? Clearly he was no match for you. Did you hit him simply to feed your own ego by showing others how strong you are, or do you enjoy hurting others so much you couldn’t help yourself?"

Meskal shook his head in disappointment once more, before turning to the despondent looking youth. ”And you! That man won’t be fighting in the tournament for you, so don’t let him speak for you either, lest he says something you will regret.” Meskal shook his head one final time before he straightened his back and turned his piercing gaze to each of his fellow champions in turn. ”Now that I have said my piece, I shall introduce myself.” Meskal said, his chest sticking outward slightly and his eyes slowly going over his fellow champions, even as his voice grew a little louder for his introduction. ”I am Meskal Kender, master of the house Kender and chosen champion of Luther. I greet you fellow champions and pray we will be victorious in our struggle against the foul Scion!” Meskal spoke, his voice filled with pride and conviction, even as the fire of the little candle still situated on his trunk seemed to suddenly burn more fiercely.

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Character Portrait: Meskal Kender Character Portrait: Damian Maleck Character Portrait: Atonia Biyos Abbilati Character Portrait: Fraisier Jourdain Florentine Hughes Character Portrait: Galen Character Portrait: Riley Paolimi
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Damian Maleck

Polisida Harbour, Docks, Rumed


Damian examined his new allies as they arrived, his hightened rate of thought allowing him to gain more information in a shorter time. He already wasn't too fond of the noble, as he appeared to represent the average traits of a royal knight, religous and honorable to a fault. Damian was honorable as well, but he abided by a different kind of honor: the honor of a thief. This was an idea he doubted any of the other champions would understand or respect, but he wasn't going to change his ways for them.

The man was about to respond when another champion arrived. This one was accompanied by what looked like a servant, and reaked of the priviliged life. If Damian could place bets on who the weakest link would be, he'd bet his entire savings on this guy. It didn't help that the man stunk of doubt and fear as well. Damian, showing no sign of it outwardly, grimaced on the inside. Only the most daring and bold would survive this, and this man didn't have an ounce of either.

Then, Damian was surprised by another member atop the Progenitor's statue. Her clothing clearly signified nobility, but her actions indicated otherwise. Damian could not help but be impressed. As she introduced herself as a princess, he couldn't help but be even more impressed. Perhaps he would not be entirely lonely on this buisness. Any noble who could act like this in public, let alone an princess, had Damian's respect, though not neccesarilly trust. Damian but everyone new to him at arm's length out of habit. In his buisness, misplaced trust could get you killed.

Then Damian saw another girl approach, after having sent a sailor flying. He couldn't tell from what walk of life she hailed from, but she clearly could fight. Finally, a giant knight appeared, who apparently had been watching the whole time from his relaxed position. He didn't seem to be a talker, which Damian respected. He gave a curt nod back to the knight.

The first champion finally spoke up, but appeared to be just as self-righteous and predictable as Damain expected, lecturing him on interupting prayer, and introducing himself with the most pompous introduction Damian every saw. "Typical noble" Damian muttered under his breath. He approached the pompous jerk and gave retort to his little speech, all while absentmindedly tapping his fingers together on both hands. "Afraid? If I had any doubts that I would survive this, I wouldn't be here. I came here of my own free choice. I also dislike the term cur as much as I do thug or brigand. They do a diservice and act as misnomers of my profession. Call me that again, and you may find your belongings magically appearing in my cabin. Don't preach your Progenitor crap to me either. The Progenitor has never offered me any help before, so why would he now?"

Turning away from the morbid buisness of threats, he addressed the whole group. "Now that most of us are here, let me introduce myself." He decided to give a traditional Tavaro greeting, though he dealt with an outside crowd. He wanted them to know exactly what he was. "I am Damian Maleck of Tavaro. Son of no one." He turned to the princess of Saverilla, as he wanted allies within this group as quickly as possible. "Nice technique back there." he said. "Pardon me if I offend, but I wouldn't expect a princess to carry on like that. That was impressive for one of means."

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Character Portrait: Meskal Kender Character Portrait: Damian Maleck Character Portrait: Atonia Biyos Abbilati Character Portrait: Fraisier Jourdain Florentine Hughes Character Portrait: Galen Character Portrait: Riley Paolimi
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Fraisier Jourdain Florentine Hughes

Posilidia Harbor, Rumed


Fraisier nearly jumped out of his skin as the, formerly silent knight, snapped at the majority of them. Already Fraisier felt even more useless than previously. He knew he generated a bad impression, but he didn't mean it. He has quite the difficulty in trying to make new friends, or at least acquaintances. Still the one called Meskal of The House of Kender, was correct in his assumptions. Fraisier isn't the most courageous man. He wasn't cowering behind Maurice, and probably a degree of this trouble was in fact wrought by him. Still Fraisier bares no ill will to anyone except himself. He always did blame himself before anyone else. Then came more unnecessary fire upon himself.

"Now you listen here Kender of Luther!" "That is no tone to speak with a man you haven't even begun to know!" "Young Master Fraisier is an kind and gentle soul!" "There is no need to make such worded threa-" He was cut off by Fraisier's hand on his shoulder.

"Please, he is correct." Fraisier mumbled in his ear.

"But Master Fraisier, that is no way to speak to someone." Maurice argued.

"No, it is quite alright, I understand his criticism...I can't rely on anyone." Fraisier rather solemnly spoke.

"Master Fraisier." Maurice spoke as his face went from outrage to a frown. "I apologize for speaking out of terms...I am only a simple servant, please forgive my impudence." Maurice humbly spoke.

"Well Master Hughes, thanks to the kind Mistress here I shall take your luggage upon the boat." Maurice spoke.

"Uh yes, I'll join you." Fraisier spoke.

"Are you sure?" "Carrying luggage isn't your concern." Maurice spoke.

"No, I'm going to have to take care of it anyway, your not commissioned for the voyage to Ulmath." Fraisier spoke.

Maurice sighed. "I know...lets get it done and I'll say my goodbyes." Maurice spoke Fraisier took the last of the luggage. Fraisier then bowed before the others, still having a nervous look on his face as he attempted eye contact and then quickly scooted off.

Fraisier and Maurice entered the ship chartered for their voyage as the two Perialisians bored the ship. They entered one of the cabins and began to place the assorted luggage within. Maurice then looked over to Fraisier.

"Well good luck Master Fraisier." "It was an honor to serve you for the time we spent." Maurice spoke as he gave out his hand. "Oh wait sorry, I'm supposed to bow." Maurice corrected himself.

"No it is quite alright, I'm actually more comfortable with a handshake." He spoke with a smile.

"Are you sure?" "Handshakes are for common folk." Maurice spoke flabbergasted.

"In the time you have known me, you should know I don't care about that stuff, here." Fraisier spoke as he held out his hand.

Nearly beside himself he took his hand and shook it. "It truly was a please, Young Master Fraisier." Maurice spoke as he stopped. "I'll be telling Master Hughes that you safely arrived on schedule." "Please...take care of yourself Master Fraisier." Maurice spoke with apprehension.

"I shall, tell my family I love them." Fraisier spoke as Maurice nodded and left him alone.

Maurice came upon the dock once more as he exited the ship and returned to their pier where the other champions are. He looked towards them all. He then bowed before them.

"Please...do your best." Maurice spoke to them as he left for the carriage. He sat up upon the seat and saw Fraisier standing upon the deck as he waved goodbye. Maurice waved back and then whipped the horses, ushering them to move, and so they did. Soon the elegant and richly carriage disappeared within the city streets. Now Fraisier was truly alone. Already he wasn't sure what kind of company these champions would keep. Already, it would seem he won't be making any friends again. They all seem either confidant or aggressive. Perhaps qualities needed for such a job, and Fraisier is neither of those things. He certainly was the odd man out.

He did wonder of the other knight, out of all of them, he is the most mysterious. Not to mention, some what distant himself. Perhaps Fraisier isn't alone at being alone. He sympathized with the large man, but he can't assume anything. A Knight is a man of war, who knows what kind of person he will turn out to be. The same could be said of all of them. He really shouldn't make unfounded claims, but their behavior thus far haven't spoken either wise. Still, Fraisier can't help but fall into despair, that he will hopelessly fail to gain favor. This will truly be a long voyage.