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Oreron Hall

"The wastes are nothing more than the product of our rage..."

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a character in “Bitter Evolution”, as played by Vestiline

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[align=center]Who is the survivor?
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Name: Oreron Hall

Age: 33

Gender: Male

Personality: Oreron is a man of few words. Literary, Oreron almost never speaks more than short words or animal-like noises. This isn't to say that he's stupid or uneducated, he just never speaks; even when spoken too. However, he's rather intelligent in his silence albeit a bit indifferent to arguments and such. A loner by circumstance, he become wary and agitated when in large groups of people, sometimes even paranoid and hostile if pressed for such. On the off chance that someone does stick around to get to know him, he is a rather pleasant chat, but has a bit of a savage streak. Possibly due to time alone.


Addition: His face is almost never seen by another necro due to his armor (see armor/weapons). His mouth is is a permanet glasgow smile to goes up to his ears. However it doesn't look like a smile, it looks like an animal maw. His teeth, most of them pointed, don't make it any better in terms of looks.


Might? Beauty? Spirit?

Skills/jobs/gifts: Oreron is very good with armor and tech, being a armor maker before the war. Making armor repairs and upgrades has at this point kept him alive and feared somewhat. He's also a skilled thief and finds stealing crutial items almost second nature. For some odd reason, most contribute it to his armor, he's much more agile on all fours or hunched over then when standing up straight.

Weakness/Fears: Oreron is actually slightly mentally unstable due to his nearly nomadic lifestyle. Being around large groups of people makes him agitated and will cause him to hallucinate that they are plotting against him due to the war. He's also very particular about taking off his armor, more so his helmet due to the scar on his face.

Armour/Weapons: In terms of weaponry, Oreron will use almost anything if need be but does have a machete as seen below.
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His armor is...less simple. Although it looks like he can't see a thing other than a sliver of image from the front. The inside of his helmet lets him see the heat of a person rather than their facial features. It is dinged from what look like bullets and some even still embedded in it, slashes across the helmet and so on. (the yellow and white are blue and grey.)

Armor since the image is too big


Flicking through the past

History: Oreron is a deserter from the war, formally a armor maker (and a commander, but he's not willing to go into detail about that) before he defected. He's fought both sides with his wife until she was killed trying to protect him. He's been alone and wandering the wastelands ever since.

Family: He was once married to his wife, Kaleen Hall (32), before she died in battle.[/align]

So begins...

Oreron Hall's Story

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Oreron Hall

Perched on ruined walls of the desimated city, an electric blue line seemed to hover in place. Only moving slightly every now and again as if watching something or looking for something. The line dropped into one of the old houses, the line now being part of a larger body arm armor. The face was completely covered by the helmet. The person in the suit was low to the ground, almost quadrepedal in movement, as if the suit would not allow him to stand completely upright. The person was hunched over, walking out of the building and seeming to look around. Looking into buildings, sifting through the debris inside them. Some of the buildings were too unstable for him to use others being far to small for the him to use.

One building was nothing but the skeleton of it. No roof and seemed to have collapsed on itself sometime ago. Something that no one would miss anytime soon. However, his find was interupted by the sounds of 7.62 rounds could be heard in the distance. A metallic hiss sounded off from him as he crouched on all fours and started to make his toward the sound. The sound of someone injured, some thing that he wasn't used to nor expecting. The person seemed to melt into the scenery accept for the glowing blue line.

Groups of people seemed to make him back off once he found the source of the sound from the way he backed away from them once he realized how many people there were. The line seemed to perch itself on another old building. Watching. Waiting.

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Character Portrait: Faith Alexis Character Portrait: Aleph Banton Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Darius James Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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All these strangers, Necos that seemed to be just meeting eachother. The line glowed on his helmet as on the inside he saw the world like a snake of some sort. Bright reds and yellows made up the people below while the city around them was dark with cooler blues and purples. He could see something dripping, either a wound on one of them or some other warm liquid. He wasn't sure from where be was perched.

He climbed down near the group, but still some distance away and seemed to melt back into vision. He made an audible hiss as he crouched near the ground, making himself known at least. The way he crouched looked more like he was ready to run or fight. But in these wastes, to him, it could go either way.

(sorry, short crap post)

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Character Portrait: Faith Alexis Character Portrait: Aleph Banton Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Darius James Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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Ace Tryant.

Ace silently watched as the situation unfolded, heart pounding up in his chest similarly to what it did when the raven haired girl found him. He had already lowered his gun as the white haired Neco had fell into laughter, face still blushing with embarrassment and his continued stomach flipping with his own self pity. It was simple enough really, the stranger introduced himself as Darius, they questioned his wound and if danger was headed their way.

He was like him.
Bloody and in pain. Ace knew how sickeningly powerless you felt in such a state and suddenly reached for Faith's bag and Alephs supplies without even so much as asking. Slowly the blonde approached the stranger, arms out stretched offering him medical help. "H...here, these should help, they did for me..." Ace told him in a quiet voice as he pointed to his own bloody bandages. It was kind of surprising on how someone like Ace managed to just gather up his confidence like that.

Then suddenly...A light hiss...

The blonde glanced around with his orb like blue eyes but found no source of the sound, he was just too clumsy to notice. He began to panic, freezing, before exclaiming loudly to the group. "What the hell was that!..." Ace clutched at hiss taser gun, once again looking pathetically foreign with such a weapon.

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Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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Jennifer didn't know how long she'd stood, staring at that tree and trembling with anger. But now, the anger had subsided, and she was hollow again. Desperate. Lonely. Tucking her pistol back into her jeans, she ran a hand through her hair and began to back-track, towards the blonde boy and the others, her face impassive, blank of all emotion. As she padded closer, she noticed that the group had gained another person, and she wasn't exactly sure how she felt about that. Another male. Great. Exactly what was needed.

She opened her mouth to say something, call to the blonde boy, whistle, something, when she heard a snake-like hiss. Freezing, Jennifer slowly scanned the area, looking for the source, her eyes falling upon a crouched figure on the ground. Keeping eyes on it, she snapped, the sound ringing out like a shot, in hopes to drag the boy from before's attention. "Blondie," she growled, bright eyes still glued to the crouched figure, "that leg is still attracting some attention. We're gonna need to wash it off." Her throat was raw and made her voice much more gravely than before, but she didn't care. That figure intrigued her, but she felt that if she got too close, it would strike out like a coiled snake. As curious as she was, she knew better than to just go storming over to it and thrash about stupidly. If it needed something from her, it would approach her, simple as that.

(Sorry for the short post, and for my absence! I'll try to jump on more!)

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Character Portrait: Faith Alexis Character Portrait: Aleph Banton Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Darius James Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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Another hiss came from the figure, tilting his head to the side as one seemed to aim some kind of gun at him. A taser maybe? He moved a bit closer, the blue light that adorned the front dimmed a bit as he moved. However, he moved strangely. As if the suit would not allow him to stand, he pawed at the ground and seemed to walk on all fours. He moved his head in the direction of the blonde, then to the others as if in honest curiousity rather than an insane roving scavenger.

Oreron soon just crouched in place, seeming to study the group a bit but it was hard to tell exactly way he was looking at due to the clamshell of a helmet he wore. Light 'murrs' and metallic clicks could be heard from him as he looked over at the group and pawing at the ground a bit, but still looking more like a cornered animal than a necos.

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Character Portrait: Faith Alexis Character Portrait: Aleph Banton Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Darius James Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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Ace Tryant

The blonde male continued searching the area quite franticly, but his eyes moved far too quickly and the world just appeared as a blur. He pointed the taser in all directions but never once being anywhere near his unknown target. He gritted his teeth hard, when suddenly...

"Blondie,"


Ace's eyes snapped towards the familiar sweet but croaked voice, his expression lifting and the widest most pleased smile upon his lips. He could not quite believe it. Automatically he dashed towards her, stumbling a little on his wounded leg but soon returning to her side. It was crazy how much he wanted to just throw his arms around the blue eyed girl, but he knew she would not really appreciate the action, so just stood there glaring at her in pure bliss. "You came back..." Ace whispered. "You don't know how glad I am that you did..."

"That leg is still attracting some attention. We're gonna need to wash it off."

Huh? Ace had automatically come to the conclusion that the hiss was from her, a similar idea to when she clicked to get his attention. But it seemed not, he then found what he had been looking for. A huge metal beast, somewhat human in shape but it walked on all fours. It could have just been a Neco in armour similar to the girl who threatened alpha beforehand but the odd horrific fanged smile stretching across its whole face made Ace decide this thing was most certainly not human at all.

Then...it...it looked at him...Ace froze on the spot, and it did the same too making small clicks and noises. "What is it?..."

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Character Portrait: Faith Alexis Character Portrait: Aleph Banton Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Darius James Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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Faith Alexis

"Well, it seems no badger could do this to me but I another person. A dear family member that apparently went insane."


To Faith that sounded harsh, though she had left her family a long time ago and had no idea of if they were dead or alive, she still held memories of being in a happy home full of people. If one of them suddenly snapped and attacked her, she had no idea how she would react. "I'm sorry...but it seems that’s how crazy the world is right now...But we all have to be strong right?"

She said walking over to Daruis and supporting him by throwing his arm around her neck. "I guess we are turning into a help service eh?" The blonde smiled glancing over to Raze. "Please stay, I think we would be better as a group now...I know it might draw attention to ourselves and we do have wounded, but I think its time to change our ways...Plus I like your company," Faith explained, before her eyes found Ace and the raven haired girl. "I want them to do so as well, and you too Daruis if you would like to..."

Then. A thing, shelled in metal armour with a horror type smile. Ace and the nameless female seemed to be examining it, keeping the odd being at arms length. Its appearance shocked terror down Faiths spine, but over looking that it didn’t seem to be aggressive and in fact seemed to be a little afraid of the fact it was cornered. Wait...was it human!? Its body resembled a Necos but everything else looked alot more feral. "Don't turn your back on it..." She told them sternly, visualizing those fangs sinking into the bad of someone’s neck.

Faith noticed the way Daruis's body stiffened in pain, she felt a shock run through her of immense pity. Ace had left her own and Alephs supplies at their feet, she glanced at them before turning back to the wounded man. "Accept our help, you need it..." She found herself glaring at those odd unique eyes once again, it kind of was hard to draw away from them.

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Character Portrait: Faith Alexis Character Portrait: Aleph Banton Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Darius James Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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Oreron's clicks and noises soon died down a bit as it seemed that he was now looking past the group at the same time as watching them from his crouched position. He was looking into the other ruined buildings, thinking that there may be other things of use in them, even if they were in a ruined state. He moved again, this time moving into the building beside him rather than forward. Again on all fours. It seemed to be his normal mode of walking so to speak. Digging through the rubble inside and chucking out what would have been the door scrap peices of metal, cans, anything that (to him) seemed useful.

More metallic sounding noises and hisses could still be heard from him, even from the inside of the building. He wandered back out of the building, coming a bit closer to the blonde male and dark haired female in curiosity. He still wasn't all that close, still around two body lengths away from him. He looked over toward the other three. From inside his helment, they only looked like people made of heat. Still alive, but one seemed injured a bit. They seemed to have it under control for the time being, but the blonde male seemed to fear him or at least wonder what he was. A low hiss again, and a tilt of his head to the side as if saying 'what are you staring at.'

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Character Portrait: Faith Alexis Character Portrait: Aleph Banton Character Portrait: Darius James Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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"Well, it seems no badger could do this to me but I another person. A dear family member that apparently went insane."

That statement managed to hit home for the warrior, who knew more than anybody how it feels to have a family member like that. He pursed his lips just a bit, an unpleasant and most annoying memory he didn't want coming back to him. It pissed him off and annoyed him greatly - one of the few things that actually did so mind you. He closed his eyes and took a breath in before opening them.

"Please stay, I think we would be better as a group now...I know it might draw attention to ourselves and we do have wounded, but I think its time to change our ways...Plus I like your company,"

Aleph raised his eyebrow, at this request. Quite odd coming from a Neco, who are supposed to be cold, uncaring and aggressive. But after realizing he had made that contradiction long ago, he eased up and smiled, and quite warmly at that. "If it would be your wish, then I may grant it." he agreed, beaming the smile only at her before turning to address another matter.

It look cold, made of steel and ready to attack causing Aleph to instantly pull up his shield and blade in a defensive posture, unlike some others. He did like to help, yes, but something about a iron-dog-thing like that hissing at them to introduced himself put him on edge, and he wouldn't be caught defenseless if he could help it. Something about it though... it seemed a bit familiar to him, like he had seen it before.

"Accept our help, you need it..."

Aleph heard Faith's request as he kept his gaze locked on the metallic beast before them. Something about that injured man, the one that made the flawless entrance just... didn't sit well with Aleph. Was it his face? His accent? He didn't know, but he did know that when he turned his head and saw how Faith was looking at him so intently.... he didn't like it.

Whatever.

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Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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Jennifer didn't tense, or even twitch a muscle as she watched the...creature toddle about on all fours. It didn't seem hostile, not yet. The blonde had seemed pretty excited to see her, though she shut him out, for the most part: the big stupid grin on his face, the relieved tone of his voice, the way his limbs trembled. Odd. Very odd.

The man (it was obviously masculine) was searching about intently, for supplies, like all the rest of them had been. "Don't stare, Blondie," she said calmly, slowly sliding from a defensive foot stance to a normal one, her left hip cocked out just slightly, eyes flicking easily away from the metal-clad figure, "it's rude. He isn't here to hurt us, not as long as we don't launch ourselves at him like imbeciles." With a sigh, Jennifer knelt down and began to study his leg again, murmuring quietly to herself.

"It's definitely better than before, but we can't just leave it like this...we need to rinse off the blood, bring your fever down, keep it very clean. It's putting off tons of heat, and the scent of blood will draw attention from miles around. Hell, it's making me cringe." Tiny, gentle hands roamed his leg, feather-light, as she straightened bandages and wiped away bits of dust, eyes flicking over to the other group.

"I don't do large groups, kid," she sighed, brow furrowed. "You're better off being with one, for the healing benefits but I don't really like it. Too easy to hunt down big groups. If you wanna stay all together, I'll keep around for a while, but not too long, I'll go insane. You could come with me separately, but I don't have supplies or nothin', it's usually just what I pick up on foot. And--I'm just going to throw this guess out there--you don't want to be alone." White-blue eyes connected with the blonde's, and Jennifer stood, a bored expression on her face. "Whatever choice you make, make it quick. I'm not exactly patient."

Her jaw snapped shit with an audible click, eyes stormy and thoughtful. Jennifer had just spoken more to one person than she had to ten people in the last few months. Odd. But the blonde seemed genuinely like he needed to be near her, looked up to her, was grateful to her...which was a new experience.

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Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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Ace Tryant.

The metal "beast" wandered inside what was left of the disfigured buildings, scavenging in a human like manner for supplies. Ace guessed that despite whatever this thing was, it still was hoping to survive just like them. Ace recoiled a step or two as it returned, watching them with curious eyes. He no longer bothered to lift his taser in the direction of that thing. Their eyes met once again, and it glared at him, and he glared back. Eyes connecting and locking for a mere few seconds. Then it tilted its head in a harsh questioning way.

"Don't stare, Blondie,"

Ace tried his best to keep his lips from curling into a cat like smile when she once again called him Blondie. "My name is Ace by the way, but if you want to call me that, I have not a single complaint..." The youth explained smugly, doing as she asked and dragging his pupils away from the creature. "it's rude. He isn't here to hurt us, not as long as we don't launch ourselves at him like imbeciles." Ace's blue eyes widened to the size of golf balls, and his mouth formed a little O shape. "It’s a him!?” He exclaimed before glaring at the being once again. Yes, it was human, just hiding shyly behind a shell of armour. His stance was rather feral though, and behaviour weirdly abnormal. "I...I do apologise..." Ace stammered uneasily, bowing his head lightly at the man.

The dark haired female then began examining his leg, her finger tips fiddling with the bandages and wandering over his thighs. Ace couldn’t help but immaturely blush a little, he turned away from her trying to hide his scarlet cheeks. "Yeah I guess it does n..need cleaning," He stated quietly, trying to cool his face, but failing.

She then spoke about how she would not remain in the group for very long at all, and that she didnt like large amounts of people. She then offered him a deal, to come with her or to stay with the others and their supplies. He paused pressing his lips into a thin line as he thought, balancing out the options he had. "Whatever choice you make, make it quick. I'm not exactly patient."

Ace sucked in a large amount of air before meeting pupils with the blue eyed girl again. "After I have said my thanks, I would like to come with you. I don't know why, but I feel safe and strong when I am beside you, so I'd rather remain in your company...But only if you want me to..."

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Character Portrait: Faith Alexis Character Portrait: Aleph Banton Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Darius James Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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Faith Alexis.

"If it would be your wish, then I may grant it."


Alephs smile warmed Faith's cold insides as the pair of their met eyes. She returned a soft smile that mostly was held in her iris's rather than her lips. "Good." The girl said simply, giving a quick nod at the brunette before she turned her attention back to Darius who seemed to be glaring at her full of thought. "What is it?" She questioned the snow haired male, tilting her head in the slightest. Faith then narrowed her eyes, before letting out a slow sigh and not waiting for a answer.

"I guess I'll stay but I wonder if the Tin Man will too, unless he has anything else to do?"


"You know, something tells me he doesn’t like allot of people..." Faith explained, eyeing at the odd metal shelled male leap around on all fours. She then watched as the black haired female examined Ace's leg once again, clearly displeased with the state of it. "Hey!" Faith called out, gently nudging Darius forwards as they approached the pair. "Want to come with us and get that cleaned up?" She asked the other female, politely. This woman was someone Faith respected greatly, her kindness to the boy had restored faith in humanity to her. "What about you Raze? And then we can go find a place to stay or something?" She asked Aleph, he seemed like a good leader and someone who would influence the group greatly. However at the moment it seemed the more dominant role had fell into her own hands. How odd for someone who had spent most of her youth days alone...

Faith remembered how Darius winced every time they moved the slightest last time. She swallowed hard, scooped up the medical supplies on the floor and looked towards the man’s face. "I'm sorry, but I think this is going to hurt..."

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Character Portrait: Faith Alexis Character Portrait: Aleph Banton Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Darius James Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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Oreron hissed, a lighter one as if saying 'whatever' in response and moved closer again. He looked back at the group approaching them and seemed to back off a bit. He didn't like a large group like this. Not since the war. He scuttled into another building, away from the group and hissing intently. He didn't trust them, not even the meek blonde. For all he knew, they knew who he was and where just acting. Two males were harmed in the group, and it seemed that at least one was getting treatment from where he could see. He couldn't see their faces, but the heat made it obvious for those dripping blood.

He hissed in the direction of the one who called him 'tin-man' annoyed at the man's non-chalantness. He stayed a distance, pawing nervously around the ground as if waiting for the tide to die down or at least for some to leave so he could go about his way.

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Ace Tryant


The metal shelled being scuttled away into another building, seemingly agitated by the number of people here. Maybe he was just like the Raven haired girl; packs were just "Not his thing," but something told Ace it was more than that, a hidden story behind that armour.

It approached the emerald and blue eyed male, who was being clutched by Faith. The man still creeped out Ace, he expected him to leap at the wounded Neco and clamp that fake smile around his neck...

Of course it never did.

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It did him well to see a lady smile. He would consider it a small pleasure in a world without commodities like it used to. However, instead of beholding the sight of an angel, Aleph returned his glance to the feral man on all fours. He wasn't exactly sure if they could trust him, seeing as he made sounds no person should make, but Aleph would not strike first unless he was forced to. The man-dog thing hadn't exactly done anything aggressive just yet, but Banton's hand still waited for the moment it would be made to retrieve his blade, and it did so with such swiftness some might call it a blur.

His attention was reluctantly drawn away from the thing and back to Faith, who was wanting to look for shelter together. Quite frankly, he wasn't sure how easy a big group like this would be to manage. He had enough food for about four days, for one person. That meant that they would need to find some edibles and more than he normally had to at that. But if he could help people, more so Faith or the dark-haired girl with whom he had to appreciate because of her generosity. When he thought about it, it sounded like he only liked girls, which wasn't necessarily true, just all the other guys seem to be helpless and pathetic or.... Darius.

"That would seem to be the best course of action, Faith. I support it." he agreed as he watched the man-monkey thing he was probably going to name Philip back off and flee into another building before letting out another hiss. As long as Philip stayed away from them, then he could care less what it did. Aleph was quite aware that Philip might be friendly (as low as that possibility seemed), but he wasn't stupid and he had met all these people who hadn't attacked him at once, so he figured his luck would have to run out very shortly. He just didn't want himself or anyone else here, save for maybe Darius, to suffer from any injuries because they weren't keeping their guard up. He still wasn't sure why he didn't like Darius. Well, at least he didn't mind the helpless one. That had to count for something, right?

Regardless, they still needed to tend to the wounded males' wounds and Aleph wasn't sure if they had enough supplies since he hadn't been the one handling them this whole time. He glanced at Faith hoping that she would be able to tell him. "Do we have enough medical items to treat these men, or will we need more?" he asked, his hand managing to drop from its at-the-ready position for the moment. "If we do, then I shall separate from the group and scavenge for any sort of items that would assist, such as antiseptic and alcohol." he further elaborated.

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Character Portrait: Faith Alexis Character Portrait: Aleph Banton Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Darius James Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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Oreron twitched and pawed at the ground a bit in agitation. Large groups were...irritating to the metal clad male as he crouched in the back of the ruined building. He didn't like them, not on a personal level. None of them had done any harm to him in any way, mentally however, it seemed like he could handle them too well. He was visibly shaking for some reason unknown to the others. Twitching and muttering to himself.

He was looking at the ground when he heard ace coming into the building and froze. A loud and irritated hiss rang out, the clam-shell helmet seeming to slightly open from the force of the hiss. It wasn't enough room to see what was under the helmet, but it was enough for someone to realize that there was flesh under the metal. He darted past Ace and out of the building, toward the other two males and female on all fours. He ran on all fours, but made a sharp turn into one of the other buildings again, hissing madly in one of the darker corners of the building. It looking more like he was having a mental breakdown than hostility by the way he paced in that back corner. "She didn't get a chose in leaving...You have to take me by force to make me leave..." The voice, although cracked from possibly not talking for who knows how long, was no doubt masculine. It sounded more like a growl if one was at a distance hearing him, but he obviously seemed more broken or at the very least had been mourning something or someone.

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Character Portrait: Faith Alexis Character Portrait: Aleph Banton Character Portrait: Ember Wolfe Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Darius James Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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Ember Wolfe

Rewind and forget about John taking off with Ember, go back to when Darius had shot her... Ember felt whoozy, the spiker bullets were inside her, or at least one of them is. The one going for her neck had just grazed her neck and the one aiming for her waist was embedded somewhere inside her, there was no interal problems or at least she thought so. The fevers came, her temperature already hitting the highest for a neco and then she was staggering toward a tree. She made it, and was able to hold herself upright as she tried to calm her breathing. Breathe, breathe, ignore the stabbing pain in your veins, ignore, she thought to herself, using the words as a mantra.

Ember instictively ordered her amour to let loose a chemical that sealed her wounds with a green jelly like substance that acted like an antibiotic to the open flesh it touched. It's only flaws was that it didn't flood her wound and flush the bad stuff out, it just slid over it acting to close it. It also kept her blood from flowing freely. Getting back to her thoughts, Ember looked around slowly realizing that John must have run off. She moaned as the fire in blood began to flare up and her muscles were clenching and unclenching uncontrollably, meaning she was slightly shaking as she charged foward following what little of Darius' tracks she could see.


Darius James

Darius was pulling his standard military pack off his back to break out the quick healing goo stuff when Ember came running out of the woods, well more like half staggering half charging. He saw the way she grabbed onto the closest tree as if she could not hold herself. Good, he thought as he saw her shaking and... Looking up, right into his face. The pain filled haze in her eyes lifted enough for him to see some sense of her former self. He stopped but then, not hesitating dove into another lie. "Ember? My god, I thought you hadn't survived!" He looked suprised, happy and excited but he was really seething about her survival.


Ember Wolfe

Ember felt angry but somewhere, somewhere inside her she felt... somehow. She didn't know what or why she was feeling this painful ripping sensation inside that tasted bitter, what she didn't know was that many people in the world have tasted betrayal before, but she had never until now. She wanted to say something to scream at him and rip his bloody head off, but instead she fell to her knees. Her chocolate brown hair was slightly matted and her helmet was gone, probably still where Darius had dropped it when he shot her. She moaned before closing her eyes and turning her armour cooling system on, trying to feel the icy touch of something called cold air. Her wrist protector beeped, letting her know someone else was in the area, someone with high tech armour. Her armour's system made contact with this person's(Oreron's) software and... As if on instinct she sent the recent memory her armour had of her getting shot by Darius to that person(Oreron). It was like a video from the veiw of a tiny camera on her right shoulder, the person who saw it would see everything, and hear everything.

Just a few seconds later she fell sideways unable to keep her balance and instead of screaming she curled into a ball. Her armour glinting in the sun, anyone who saw would see how much pain she was in. The struggle inside to keep back her cries, and how she moaned with fever.

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Character Portrait: Faith Alexis Character Portrait: Aleph Banton Character Portrait: Ember Wolfe Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Darius James Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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Halutionations. The curse of a neco who fought for his life, weither it be for war or protecting his own. Images of his own curse and the start of his downfall pleaged his mind at being approched without permission. His mind had taken the aproch as the boy being hostile and fled in defence. He shook and breathed, trying to dream of calming words he had been told in the past. To stop his shivering. To calm his mind.

His eyes were closed when his suit had been bugged, his armor told him through a shrill ping. He opened his eyes under his helmet only to see some sort of message; A video of someone shooting the owner of the video. White hair...a head of hair that he had seen before. One that was not to be trusted in the least by those who had a brain. His mind was clear by now and in his mind he would assume that the owner of the video was either dead and this was the last thing the deaseaced saw; or they were in pain somewhere.

However, the commotion outside wasn't something that he could miss. Something about being strong from how well he could hear. The metal clad neco trotted outside, looking for where the commotion was coming from. From what he could see from switching his vision inside the helmet from thermal to actual sight was two females. One looking for battle and the other one the ground in pain. From the way her armor looked, she might have been the one that sent the bug.

He was quick about his defence of her, standing on both legs and claws at the female's throat. "Do you know nothing of mercy or honour?" The male asked, his tone threatening.

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Character Portrait: Faith Alexis Character Portrait: Ember Wolfe Character Portrait: Darius James Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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(I guess I'll post?) Darius James

Darius didn't know if he should be happy with glee that Ember might be killed by Faith or sad and angry that his former "friend" was going to die. So, he decided on just playing it like a suprised, yet happy, yet hurting friend as he leaned back on the building wall. He raised his eyebrow at Aleph speaking until after Faith whispered out words of true hatefulness toward Ember. "Can't you control your girlfriend?" Darius looked afraid for his friend on the outside, but in truth, he was clapping and hooting Faith on. That is until Tin Man stepped in by grabbing Faith by the throat. His immoral happiness faded and he instead let his anger out by glaring at Aleph, as if telling him that he was the leader and he had to do something.

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Character Portrait: Aleph Banton Character Portrait: Ember Wolfe Character Portrait: Jennifer Heathers Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Darius James Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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Ace Tryant.

The whole situation was a quick and horrifying blur to Ace. He watched praying for none of their bloods to be shed. The man that walked on all fours clearly didn’t like how Faith handled herself at the sight on the unknown lady and stopped her before she did anything stupid and Neco like. Ace agreed with what the armoured male had done, but he begged for him to just leave it there...

"Do you think he will kill her?..." The blonde youth asked Jennifer. She seemed to have been fond of the feral stranger and so maybe she would not care what he did. Maybe she didn’t care if anyone died. But she saved him? So she must do right? Ace exhaled deeply, telling himself he was nothing more than a pathetic blonde runt to her. He gave a quick at Aleph and Darius. Would they do anything?

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Character Portrait: Faith Alexis Character Portrait: Aleph Banton Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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Aleph Banton never got the chance to leave for supplies. There was a familiarity with the armor of the woman, injured, who had appeared that set Aleph immediately on the defense, as well as some others, it would seem. Faith seemed enraged at the sight of this other woman and though Aleph held no good feelings about her, the state she was in was more important than any displeasantries between them, and Aleph would ask of Faith to stop.... for the moment.

He went to voice himself, to say, "Faith, calm down" or something to that effect, but Philip had returned! Phillip stood on his two hind legs just as any normal person, but gripped Faith by her neck. Now Aleph was pissed. He gripped his blade and his shield, ready to do battle with Philip until his last breath - he had shown hostality and it was no longer safe to not deal with him. But then he spoke. He acted as if it was Faith's wrongdoing instead of the armored-woman's own. Given the circumstances, Aleph couldn't exactly hate him for coming to the aid of an injured woman, but that didn't dull the fury swelling up inside of him.

Since he was the one being looked upon by expecting eyes, and nobody else seemed to want to retaliate, it was up to Aleph to diffuse the situation. Faith tried defending herself, but Aleph didn't think it enough. If Philip was so foolish as to engage her within a group of other people (albeit a mostly weakened group of people) then he would learn about the consequences of a stupid move... if this escalated in such a way.

He took a few steps towards both Faith and the monster gripping her within its grasp, his boots making clanks as he did. "Philip, you would do well to release her if you value your life." he demanded with venom leaking into his voice. Well, since everyone looked at him they would a leader, he might as well sound like one. "While I would put that woman's health as priority, she was recently hostile against both her." he was referring to Faith. "...and myself."

"We will tend to her, but if you do not cease any hostile activities, her assistance will be delayed... and she looks far from being in a situation in which she can spare any time." he informed Philip while keeping the same amount of sting in his tone, obviously not letting his guard down for even the slightest moment, and showing he was ready to engage in battle at a moment's whim. "The choice is of yours and yours alone, Philip, but beware that I will show no mercy for yourself if you harm anyone here."

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Character Portrait: Faith Alexis Character Portrait: Aleph Banton Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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Oreron Hall

Oreron kept back the urge to end the female's life there as much as his hands were shaking. There was nothing that infuriated him more than an uneven fight. Especially when one combatant was in pain. A loud growl could be heard from under his helmet, the blue line in the front of it glowing intensely. "Neither of us know the story, so you nor I have no right to judge." he said as he dropped her from his grip. His head perked up and glared directly at Darius through his helm and aleph. He knew that neither of them knew neither of them knew the entire story and that he recognized the armor she wore. He was in no mood to kill, nor to start a fight but irritation seethed through him at being called 'phillip'. "She has reason to be hostile as do I." He said, now his voice cracked as if he hadn't talked in quite a while.

"Her armor needs repair, upgrades." He turned toward the injured woman and crouched, running a claw down the line on his face and the clam shell of his helm opening just slightly. Enough for some to see there was at least flesh under the armor. "Injuries. Life is not in danger, but in immense pain." he said before closing his helm again. He stood back up again, hunched over since it seemed that his armor forced him into such and animalistic stance. "I have seen mercy and had it ripped away like the tides of the sea. Wether you show me mercy or not, matters to me none." he said as she gave a death glare to darius once again.

"Her wounds can heal, but her armor will need repair. If that comes to be a problem...find me." he said before dropping to all fours before trotting off toward the other houses again. He was in no mood for a fight, but then again, he was also in no mood for idiots.

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Character Portrait: Faith Alexis Character Portrait: Aleph Banton Character Portrait: Ember Wolfe Character Portrait: Darius James Character Portrait: Oreron Hall

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Ember Wolfe

Ember wasn't fully aware of the fight breaking out a few feet away from her, but she did hear some of their words. Although it was a bit muffled and she only heard and understood bits and peices of their talk.

"Do you know nothing of mercy or honour?"

Ember gasped and moaned as her spine began to tingle with sharp invisible spikes of pain. Her hands began to claw at the air as she jerked and shook like a leaf. She opened her eyes but squinted as a spasm went through her. A metal face. Beautiful, she thought before shutting her eyes to bright sunlight.

"Mercy is only given to those who deserve it... The monster... kill... supplies! Judge... Tale..."

Ember shook her head unclenching her jaws and mumbling something out that vaguely sound like: "He's a traitor!" But hadn't been able to get all the words out as someone clamped their harsh hands against her mouth, a cloth was slipped over her noise. She reacted violently by bucking and struggling feebly yet forcefully.


Darius James

Darius had limped/charged over to Ember when she began to talk. He slipped something out from his hands and making sure the view from the other was blocked he forced the cloth over her nose. The cloth had been dipped in a type of water that emitted a fog, that put people to sleep. It was an old trick, and old supplies for this trick. When Ember tried to pull away he only forced it on her before pulling away and hiding it back in his sleeve. He slumped a little and tried to unlock her armour so they could get to her wound, but... "Agh!"

Darius yelped as an electric bolt went through him, freezing him and throwing him a few feet away. He gasped as he spasmed and... Her armour's protective security system acted like a taser and it's effects were that of a taser's. He shook for a few minutes before finally stopping. He gasped for breath, and finally spoke as he curled into himself. "Forgot, about the alarm system." Shaking his head, he flinched when he put his hand to the wound and found more blood falling. "S**t!"

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Oreron Hall

Oreron looked back, the dark haired female's outburst catching his ear for the time being. Knowing the the armored female's side of the story wasn't something that the female or male that confronted him would even listen to him. He climbed up on one of the ruined buildings and perched there, watching them like he had been earlier. He saw Darius's attempt to quiet the wounded female amused him from his knowledge of her armor and him being shocked and thrown back by it. There was an audible chuckle as he trotted along the ruined building's edges as to not cave in the roofs and injure himself in the process.

Once he was out of sight, he plopped down to the ground and turned into one of the buildings. One that he had marked as his own for the time being. It had no roof, but the foundation was still sound and with the amount of sheet metal and other scrap around; there was much he could do with it. It was shelter, and somewhere to hide from the harshness of the outside.

He sat against a wall on the inside, staring at the large space and all the supplies that he had collected on his journey here. Honestly, he though that bandits would have come by and taken it. The male sighed in his helm as he stood up and started to rummage through the house to see that was in the rest of it.

Dust and dirt had collected over time in this place, but things could be found. Fabric, more sheet metal and bits of cans and coal. Nothing substantial, but would work for now. The skeleton of the roof was still in tact as he looked up, but it was siting flat across the top. Nothing that some nails and some hammers could fix. For now, he pushed the sheet metal through the slits for them to rest on top of the house, a makeshift roof until a rain storm hit or something. The fabric was place in front of the enterence. It was dark on the inside now, enough for the glow of his helmet to be clearly visible. He sat against the wall and rubbed the front of his helmet for it to open again. There was enough light for him to see everything, his mouth cut into looking like an animal maw and stitches sown in on near the end of the cut. He opened his mouth a bit, sharp teeth clicking together as he closed it back.

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Faith Alexis

The sound of familiar footsteps and voice tone was supposed to be calming to Faith, but the affect was in fact the opposite. She felt so very weak. Having to rely on Aleph to get the feral man to spare her life was a very pitiful move in her eyes. A unfamiliar lump formed in her throat that she had never found there before. It was painful, and made a small squeak of pure disgust escape her lips as her attacker spoke about the Panther girls similar armour and what was causing such a illness. Faith didn’t care. People like her deserved such pain. "Metal bastards..." Her breathy voice stern but hardly audible.

"The choice is of yours and yours alone, Philip, but beware that I will show no mercy for yourself if you harm anyone here."


Sure enough, the stranger (now named Philip? Faith did not recall him introducing himself) released her and so she sank to her knees with a silent thud, her hands massaging her neck where the claws had grabbed at; skin burning a dark shade of pink. The blonde remained there upon the cold ground, glaring at the brunette male completely speechless. Should she thank him? Even though she was not grateful? She could not say anything, her tongue would not move. Instead she lowered her head into a submissive bow, realizing she had lost her self control and maybe it was best she was stopped.

The still ever nameless blue eyed girl yelled sense, however what was done was done, and what was happening was happening. Humans had changed, they were Necos, dangerous fools. They were us...

Suddenly Darius ran at the wounded female, covering her mouth before she could say what was about to escape them. Faith then realized it was dampened with a chloroform like liquid, sending her into a loose sleep. The snow haired youth then went to remove the armours locks in order to supposedly tend to her wounds, but it seemed like he forgot something, resulting in devastation. Faiths whole body tensed as she watched Daruis spazzum and cry out in pain; it took her a good few seconds to react before crawled towards him. The shock had re opened his wound and he was bleeding badly once again. Clueless and afraid, it seemed another blonde was one to serve help.