Physical Description
Age: 14
Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite (young), slightly toned.
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Personality
Strongly independent, headstrong, can be quite pushy. She has quite an addictive personality.
Equipment
- Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black nylons for lightweight and modest cover for the legs.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Abilities
- Incredible visual-spacial awareness, very practiced motor control and in-the-moment thinking. Trained intuition of rhythm, distance, and body language processing. (Melee fighting as a career.)
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Lamina
Lamina Manira, a young, orphaned arena gladiator.
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Mountain Cove
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Sara Whitley
Description
So begins...
Lamina's Story
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Were this a public event, on the street of Sol Avenue, a young teen girl would approach on her walk. She wore a black, sleeveless, knee-length dress of a thick fabric and thick black boots guarded on the exterior by metallic plating on the toes. Black nylon clung modestly to her legs. A lopsided belt tied around her petite form, tugged down at her left hip slightly by the weight of a sheathed mortuary sword. While young and casually dressed, she was clearly of some kind of fighting profession. Choppy, brown shoulder-length hair reached a horizontal cut scar on her left shoulder, with a small, lopsided topknot of hair tied ornately with an assortments of beads and a red feather. From her left elbow hung a long red ribbon, tied to her thin but toned arm for an unknown reason. She glances up at Elsa and the Wyvern and stops to ask:
"Hey.. I heard fighting around here. I'm new to town, do you know where there's an armory or a shop I can buy weapons?"
"Hey.. I heard fighting around here. I'm new to town, do you know where there's an armory or a shop I can buy weapons?"
When Mark lifted her face to meet his own gaze she smiled softly as he placed a gentle kiss on her lips the smile grew and her heart hammered with joy at that feeling, it had been a month and a year since she last saw him. A year in full since Matthew had lied to her about Marks apparent death. But now she knew the truth.
She kissed him again as they hugged tighter. Once more sobbing, this time tears of pure joy. She was with the one she missed as much as she missed Matthew as a child. Matthew was different however, he was her teacher whe nshe was a girl, he tried to teach her to control her powers. But it was not until news of Marks death. which she knew now had never occured. Had she mastered her power just like Matthew had.
She was safe. She knew it. Mark could protect her, even though she herself could defend herself. She was safe, and she knew it. With that thought, her sword, which she had dropped to the ice. Faded into naught but snowflakes that snew blew away in the air as the buildings heating system kicked in in a vain attempt to quell the sudden cold. With the arms of her dearest friend holding her, Elsa cried herself to a peace sleep. She never felt herself get picked up nor did she feel herself get carried either. She faintly heard a voice, two voices. One asking a wuestion, the other giving brief directions into town, then nothing.
She kissed him again as they hugged tighter. Once more sobbing, this time tears of pure joy. She was with the one she missed as much as she missed Matthew as a child. Matthew was different however, he was her teacher whe nshe was a girl, he tried to teach her to control her powers. But it was not until news of Marks death. which she knew now had never occured. Had she mastered her power just like Matthew had.
She was safe. She knew it. Mark could protect her, even though she herself could defend herself. She was safe, and she knew it. With that thought, her sword, which she had dropped to the ice. Faded into naught but snowflakes that snew blew away in the air as the buildings heating system kicked in in a vain attempt to quell the sudden cold. With the arms of her dearest friend holding her, Elsa cried herself to a peace sleep. She never felt herself get picked up nor did she feel herself get carried either. She faintly heard a voice, two voices. One asking a wuestion, the other giving brief directions into town, then nothing.
The setting changes from Sol Avenue to Mountain Cove
It wasn't often young Lamina Manira left the city. Today, she found herself taking a flying taxi transport service, scheduled to pick her up later, to a remote wilderness location far from the bustling urban environment she was used to.
Typically during these few trips outside the city, her intent was to escape. She felt something slightly spiritual about the tranquility of nature - perhaps the closest to spiritual she was.
Right now, she sat upon a boulder overlooking a small precipice leading into the valley, taking in the view. The girl was young, fourteen or so, with choppy brown hair reaching just past her shoulders. An assortment of beads and a red feather adorned the left side of her head where a small ponytail had been tied. A sleeveless black dress with a pleated skirt adorned her petite frame, black nylons running down into thick black boots guarded by metallic, exterior steel toes. Her right arm, the shoulder of which bore a horizontal cut scar, had a long red ribbon tied to it, flowing in the wind. In her black belt at her left hip was a sheathed mortuary sword, and at her right, a primitive but ornate obsidian dagger. Various colored bangles around her thin but toned arms moved freely between her bare wrists and what appeared to be thick, wrapped cloth bracers on both forearms. Clearly, she was dressing to some kind of combat role, though right now things couldn't be more tranquil. This was reflected with the gentle howl of the wind in the valley, the chirping of birds, and the distant trickle of a small creek's waterfall.
Typically during these few trips outside the city, her intent was to escape. She felt something slightly spiritual about the tranquility of nature - perhaps the closest to spiritual she was.
Right now, she sat upon a boulder overlooking a small precipice leading into the valley, taking in the view. The girl was young, fourteen or so, with choppy brown hair reaching just past her shoulders. An assortment of beads and a red feather adorned the left side of her head where a small ponytail had been tied. A sleeveless black dress with a pleated skirt adorned her petite frame, black nylons running down into thick black boots guarded by metallic, exterior steel toes. Her right arm, the shoulder of which bore a horizontal cut scar, had a long red ribbon tied to it, flowing in the wind. In her black belt at her left hip was a sheathed mortuary sword, and at her right, a primitive but ornate obsidian dagger. Various colored bangles around her thin but toned arms moved freely between her bare wrists and what appeared to be thick, wrapped cloth bracers on both forearms. Clearly, she was dressing to some kind of combat role, though right now things couldn't be more tranquil. This was reflected with the gentle howl of the wind in the valley, the chirping of birds, and the distant trickle of a small creek's waterfall.
Toting a large hikerās backpack and wearing what appears to be a modified ghillie suit over top of his exoskeleton, Jakob pulled himself along the narrow mountain path, using the butt of his sturdy sniper rifle as a walking stick. Though he could not tire, he did feel drained. The straining activity had left his power reserves at a low point. It would take an hour for his core to generate enough power to bring him back to full speed. That meant a rest stop.
There was a cove farther ahead, a good twenty metres away. However, the path turned inward into a large, open curve before rounding to meet the cove proper. The estimated distance of that path was about forty metres. Jakob determined that he had enough juice to get him to the cove, but he would need to shut down some systems to avoid a total meltdown. Either that, or just toss the huge bag off of himself and lie down.
Not wasting any more time, the android continued stepping meticulously down the path to his goal. His thermal sensors picked up a small humanoid on the far end of the cove, but he didnāt think much of it. Jakob just wanted to make it to the rest stop.
There was a cove farther ahead, a good twenty metres away. However, the path turned inward into a large, open curve before rounding to meet the cove proper. The estimated distance of that path was about forty metres. Jakob determined that he had enough juice to get him to the cove, but he would need to shut down some systems to avoid a total meltdown. Either that, or just toss the huge bag off of himself and lie down.
Not wasting any more time, the android continued stepping meticulously down the path to his goal. His thermal sensors picked up a small humanoid on the far end of the cove, but he didnāt think much of it. Jakob just wanted to make it to the rest stop.
Lamina hopped down off the boulder. Someone was approaching, and they appeared to have a gun. Guns scared Lamina. She wasn't yet sure of his intentions, and without knowing he had already spotted her, she hid behind the boulder. Oh my god... what have I gotten myself into... she thought to herself, hoping he was friendly and didn't know anyone who had an issue with her.
Once more, once again, still once moreā¦
Jakob timed his steps to the rhythm of the Song of the Volga Boatmen. He did not play or even hum the music, however. His sniper rifle dug into the ground as he used it to pull his bulky exoskeleton, the grassy coverings, and the hikerās backpack along.
Once more, once again, still once moreā¦
The detected thermal emission moved behind the boulder it had been sitting on, relative to the android. Was it hiding? Jakob didnāt really care. The rest stop needed to be reached.
Once more, once again, still once moreā¦
A loud crackling, and Jakobās gyros suddenly felt the ground under his left leg come loose. As the android tried to focus more weight on the opposite leg, his left leg slipped. With a mad burst of power, Jakobās right leg extended and launched him forward. He also pushed himself forward with the mock walking stick. His exoskeleton landed with a muffled clang onto the path itself. With ten metres to the cove, Jakob was unable to muster the power to raise himself up- and he could not see the extent of the sudden road crumbling.
Jakob timed his steps to the rhythm of the Song of the Volga Boatmen. He did not play or even hum the music, however. His sniper rifle dug into the ground as he used it to pull his bulky exoskeleton, the grassy coverings, and the hikerās backpack along.
Once more, once again, still once moreā¦
The detected thermal emission moved behind the boulder it had been sitting on, relative to the android. Was it hiding? Jakob didnāt really care. The rest stop needed to be reached.
Once more, once again, still once moreā¦
A loud crackling, and Jakobās gyros suddenly felt the ground under his left leg come loose. As the android tried to focus more weight on the opposite leg, his left leg slipped. With a mad burst of power, Jakobās right leg extended and launched him forward. He also pushed himself forward with the mock walking stick. His exoskeleton landed with a muffled clang onto the path itself. With ten metres to the cove, Jakob was unable to muster the power to raise himself up- and he could not see the extent of the sudden road crumbling.
With a soft thud in the dirt, grass and leaves, the person with the big gun fell over. Upon closer examination after his hapless fall, Lamina had seen that he was exhausted. Perhaps, she thought, I have over-reacted.
Lamina moved from behind the boulder and went to his aid, instinctively. She looked down at him.
"Um.. are you okay?"
Lamina moved from behind the boulder and went to his aid, instinctively. She looked down at him.
"Um.. are you okay?"
āI am fine- not gonna lie,ā Jakob replied in his deep metallic voice, lying badly. Thankfully, the downtime allowed his reactor to generate some power for safety. His motor functions, however, stopped entirely after the desperate jump. It also didnāt help that his rifle and arm were pinned down by the large hiker backpack. The android didnāt like feeling defenceless, especially if the nearest potential threat looks like the antithesis. In his old line of work, he definitely had to watch for the most unassuming.
Though it wasnāt entirely a lie. It couldāve been worse; he couldāve fallen down the mountainside and have incalculable damage inflicted to his armour. He started to reboot the motor functions before he asked, āHow is your day?ā
Though it wasnāt entirely a lie. It couldāve been worse; he couldāve fallen down the mountainside and have incalculable damage inflicted to his armour. He started to reboot the motor functions before he asked, āHow is your day?ā
She knelt down carefully beside him. Gently, she'd reach for him and then try to tug him up. Depending on his weight, it was very likely that she would be able to budge him but not quite get him up off the ground. She was just too small. "Oh I'm so sorry... how can I help? Do you uh.. need water?"
The android was quite heavy, and the hiking pack just made it worse. āWater would be great... but I justā¦ need a breatherā¦ā Jakob replied. More specifically, he needed an androidās equivalent of a breather. Eventually, his motor systems had finished rebooting, and his unpinned left arm rose to grip at the hikerās backpack. With a tug, his right arm managed an opening to get unstuck. With both arms, he pushed himself onto his knees. He picked up the sniper rifle from the reinforced barrel and planted it back onto the ground like a walking stick- where he then pulled himself back onto his feet. "Ah, much better."
Lamina stood as well. It seemed good he was back on his feet. The android was much taller than the girl, though everything seemed friendly enough.
"So... what do you do with that gun?"
Guns interested Lamina as much as they frightened her, and she wanted to learn more about their use while she was out. A gentle breeze bobbed her ponytail and ruffled her dress slightly, the ribbon on her arm trailing lazily as she looked up at him.
"So... what do you do with that gun?"
Guns interested Lamina as much as they frightened her, and she wanted to learn more about their use while she was out. A gentle breeze bobbed her ponytail and ruffled her dress slightly, the ribbon on her arm trailing lazily as she looked up at him.
Jakob glanced down at the rifle, and then back to the young girl. āThere is a beast that has been attacking civilians trying to pass through this region to and from Wing City.ā The android held up his free hand to gesture that they should both make their way to the safety of the cove. āI have been commissioned to bring down the beast. I have not been able to find a lair, so Iām planning to stake out the road below until the creature reveals itself.ā Judging from the size of the hikerās pack, the android appeared to have enough supplies to last him weeks, or maybe a month.
She didn't know what to say. So this entire time, she could have been eaten by a giant beast? The thought alone was quite terrifying that something like that was so close. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she looked to his, a little frustration and fear evident in her voice.
"Wait... beast? Did you say beast? Oh my god, what are we doing, just standing here like this? It could be anywhere! What is it?"
"Wait... beast? Did you say beast? Oh my god, what are we doing, just standing here like this? It could be anywhere! What is it?"
"Oh no no no, It's not here on the mountain path. It's simply too big to traverse these particular roads." Jakob replied as he pointed an armoured finger down, way way down the mountainside. "It's been attacking civilians travelling the road below," Down at the bottom was an open, currently deserted stone slab road with a clear-cut surrounding area. It could not be a more perfect kill-box for even the worst sniper, let alone a trained android.
Jakob carefully stepped the rest of the way to the cove, where he was finally free to take off the backpack. He leaned it up against the boulder and began unpacking equipment- namely a natural-looking tent cover with weights to prevent the mountain winds from picking it up. He also produced a large canteen of water.
"Anyway," the android continued, "I'm basically going to hang around here until the beast is ready to be stuffed and mounted."
Jakob carefully stepped the rest of the way to the cove, where he was finally free to take off the backpack. He leaned it up against the boulder and began unpacking equipment- namely a natural-looking tent cover with weights to prevent the mountain winds from picking it up. He also produced a large canteen of water.
"Anyway," the android continued, "I'm basically going to hang around here until the beast is ready to be stuffed and mounted."
"Well... okay. If you say so I don't have much choice but to trust you. But um... I must be going, now. My ride will be here soon."
She began down the way she came, meandering through a long path through a nearby woods.
She began down the way she came, meandering through a long path through a nearby woods.
Lia smiled. Well, no. Actually, to be rather precise, it was more like a sickening grin that spread across her pasty ebony face. Lips dripping with red, sweet, yet bitter red. Crossing this female meant food - and hell of a lot. Smirking she stepped in front of Lamina, allowing her wings to show, only a bit. Devious smile, long silvery hair and golden eyes in a wonderful package of hatred. "Hello there, girl," She smiled.
"Um... hi. How are you?" She responds, nervous though steadfast. What was this thing with wings, and what could it possibly want?
"What could such a delicate piece of work be doing out this far?" Lia snickered. The shadows that formed her cloak snickered as well, smiling at Lamina.
"My ride is about to arrive soon, I am going to meet it. I came out here for a walk," she said, wary of the being before her. She seemed somewhat tense, as if determined to keep a certain amount of distance from her.
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