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Ajax

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a character in “Blue Empire”, as played by Pobeep

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β—¬ F U L L N A M E β—¬
Ajax

β—¬ A G E β—¬
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β—¬ S E X U A L I T Yβ—¬
Heterosexual

β—¬ P E R S O N A L I T Yβ—¬
Very rarely will you ever see Ajax using his power. It's because of this, that not many people know exactly what that power may be. Ajax is a natural born warrior, nimble and strong. Quick on his feet, and wise far beyond his age. His gruff appearance is accompanied by a very fitting personality. Quiet and to himself, he rarely strays from his comfortable room atop the Guild hall. Often you'll head him playing very heavy, dark tunes. Sometimes, if you catch him in the right mood, you'll hear him bellowing along to beautiful, rich Opera music.

Though he often keeps to himself, Ajax has a very gregarious side to him-- a side that has outlived his pained history, and still manages to reveal it's self in the form of a heavy, floor-trembling chuckle, or a giant grin fit for the Cheshire cat. He's a kind man at heart and cares for his guild, ensuring that they have adequate food supply, and all of the warmth and luxuries that surpass their needs. Most things that he does out of the kindness of his heart, are done in clandestine, as he doesn't want to appear weak to his members.

Because of his love for his brotherhood, every loss hits him like a ton of bricks. After a guild member fails to return from a mission, he plays the situation off as though it's become a regular occurrence for him. "This is what you signed up for." He'd say with a sad grimace, and return to his normal behavior. But behind the curtains, he harbors much resentment for himself. He feels although the death was a result of improper training, and it could have been stopped by a simple "You aren't ready yet."

He has all the confidence of a father and a drill sergeant in one, and will push his guild members unto success. Whether that calls for harsh tones, or personal training between he and the others, he will stop at nothing to see his children rise to the top.

That said, he will also do everything in his power to protect and care for them. His guild is the last family he has, and he would rather skin himself to the bone than to see a single one of them killed. Sometimes fate simply can't be tamed or predicted.





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β—¬C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E β—¬
If ever you were to see Ajax in all his glory, chances are you would feel ill and avoid your eyes. He's an attractive man, there's no doubt about it. But from dent on his collarbone where bones failed to mend properly, to the ten inch gouge that rips across his left calf, Ajax is riddled from head to toe in scars. His arms and chest are painted in various tribal markings-- league brandings from a darker time long before magic was legalized, and before guilds existed. If you could see past the gruesome etchings of his unfavorable history, you may be met with two liquid-grey irises. Narrow and veiled in a certain enigmatic emotion, those eyes would not once look you up and down, but instead lock onto your own as if they could see nothing else.

To accompany his gruff appearance, shaving has always been a burden to the man. Often he would let his beard grow until he looked decades older than he actually was, then perhaps he'd trim it or shave it off completely. Never has his face been bare of stubble, that shadows the edges of his sharp jaw line, and peaks at the tip of his chin. On top of it all, his hair- which was ones as black as a raven's feathers - now sweeps atop his head in a grey-ish coal. His age is evident in the shadows and linings of his face, and without a doubt, stress has added to his appearance.

As a flag of pride, he exhibits his guild branding on the front left side of his neck. Of course, the scar is years old, and was created using the very first branding Blue Empire had created. In order to smooth out the ridged edges, Ajax had it tattooed over in black ink, which was a painful and time-staking experience. His tattoo - now dulled - is accompanied by the extruding mess of scars left behind by the burn. In some way, it's comparable to the black etchings of artistic wood-burning. Image


β—¬W E A P O N \ S T Y L E β—¬
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β—¬ H I S T O R Y β—¬
Have you ever experienced the scent of fresh blood, pooling from a still-warm carcass? For Ajax, he cut his tooth on the bitter aroma over a decade ago.

At the young age of 22, Ajax and his former wife Mirra gave birth to a healthy beautiful baby girl. They named her May, after the month she was born in. The child's parents shared a common passion for their magic abilities. Mirra was one of the most powerful mages Ajax had ever met. With her ability, she could not kill. Her power was only good for bringing love into the world. And as she did so, their lives became enriched, those around them becoming compassionate and finding common ground with one another. Ajax was a new father, and his daughter was one of the most well-behaved children he had ever seen. Even as a baby, she didn't cry a wink. She loved her father dearly, and would greet him at the door every day after he returned from work.

When May was three, word let out that Ajax and his wife were magic users. Because such a thing was frowned upon, he was fired from his job. Mirra's abilities could only do so much, and bringing compassion to someone who had never had an ounce of it in their hearts, was something her power was incapable of doing. Neither of them could manage an income, and they soon found themselves on the streets.

As much as they loved their daughter, no one in their right mind would let such a precious child suffer in the cold. They gave her up to a local orphanage, hoping and praying that she would live her life as a normal child, one without abilities and without a reason to fear society.

It was a blessing giving her up. If they had not come to such a hard decision, the girl would be dead the very next day.

Living in a small, shabby one-bedroom apartment not fit for the very mice that roamed it's walls, Ajax and Mirra awoke to the sound of shattering glass. Ajax was attacked first, bludgeoned and beaten. One of them was most definitely a magic-user with abilities that Ajax had never imagined existed. Every vain in his body boiled to a simmer, his muscles seemingly ripping to shreds. There was no evidence of the pain-- every bit of it attacked the man internally. He could do nothing but lay, asphyxiated by the way his muscles involuntarily contracted, by the way his insides felt as though they were ripping to shreds, one cell at a time. That night, he watched helplessly as his wife was murdered in front of him. She had tried to use her abilities, to overwhelm these killer's hatred with tenderness and endearment, but to only meet her demise. After all, you can't teach evil to love.

Since that time, he dedicated his life to underground mage's leagues. They were secret societies where magic-users could depend on one another, in the safety of secrecy and isolation. There he learned fighting tactics, and was taught the extent of his powers. Not only was he accepted for his abilities, praised, loved and admired, but he was also granted the ability to save others just like him. Magic bearers who were exiled from society, cursed to live a life of torment and loss.

This was his way of giving back to the woman who had taught him how to love, and who cherished him until the very end. And to create a better world for his daughter, who he prays is living a far better life than he could offer her.

So begins...

Ajax's Story

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If cities could speak, this one would whisper somber secrets.


Secrets of the blood that once left checkered paintings on it’s body of bricks and neglected pavement roads. Secrets of chalk outlines, small enough to shatter a man’s heart like sugar glass. Secrets of what the moon witnesses nightly as it roams the distance, remote and isolated from the brunt of man.

Then again, the city would be in far too much pain for only a whisper. No. Most definitely the city would cry out in agony. Screams that mimic the sirens of an ambulance, or the anguished sobs of a loved one. The evils of man vocalized into a single shrill howl. Wouldn't that be the voice of the city?

Often Ajax found himself wondering what exactly was worth protecting. Was it better to let man revel in violence, or to witness the numbers dwindle at the hands of primitive beasts? Was it better to kill, or to watch with indifference as the innocent met their demise? He had experienced it once before. There was no way he could sit back and watch. But every life that expired by his own hands took another vicious bite out of him. He was getting tired.

β€œWhat would you do, Mirra?” The words were soft-spoken, and indirect. He found each syllable escaping his lips as almost a reflex for moments like these. Times when he was alone, perched on the edge of his intricate stone balcony. Like a king surveying his kingdom, Ajax spent the nights resting on his elevated stoop, a bottle of beer in his hands and the rich scent of hobs tantalizing his senses.

From his throne atop the guild hall, he could see the City of San Clemente in it’s entirety. A place that coddled him in his youth, only to ultimately betray him. Still, no where else would he call home than the portrait in front him, painted on a canvas of high earthy mountains and a sea of evergreens. San Clemente was once a small, quiet town inhabited by no more than a few thousand people. It’s existence was eventually eyed by large corporate groups who wanted to create a bustling tourist attraction. Once the money-hungry aristocrats made their move, businesses began to blossom from the ground up.

Now, more often than not, you’ll see the sidewalks cluttered with tourists in the day time. However, it isn’t until night that the city comes alive. Thugs seep from the shadows to roam the streets, often dragging mayhem behind them like a wicked blanket. Business men frolic in the blind-eye of their families, making their marks on under-ground brothels, and sulking off to bars afterwards to drown their sins in decadent poison. Those who seemed so humble and innocent in the light of the early afternoon now spend their nights dancing with gluttony and lust.

This is the affect that the city has on weak souls, and precisely the reason why Ajax had relocated the Guild Hall to a remote location. Peace and quiet was of utmost importance. Now he sits atop his tower in serenityβ€”the building of which is precisely that. A tower.

Built on the seam where the forest meets San Clemente’s soul-sucking realm, the Blue Empire Guild Hall watches over the region. It’s height peaks above the treetops, while still remaining generally hidden from society. Though it looks large, there are no more than a few levelsβ€”the very top of which is Ajax’s domain. Rarely, he lets anyone into his territory, but on the rare occasion that they are allowed his room, an uneasy balance rests in the air. Not many people could relax at such a height. To Ajax, however, there’s nothing more comfortable than standing atop a precipice.

That’s why it came as a surprise to him when he heard the subtle knock on his door.

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β€œYou gonna open the door or not, boss man?” Geraldine had been waiting far too long. After trudging all this way in high-heels, suffering through the claustrophobia of the crowded – and grungy at that – elevator, Ajax still had the nerve to make him wait.
Finally, the gruff and irate looking man opened the door. His build was tall enough to block the doorway, and his exasperated stare struck a nerve with Geraldine.

β€œYou’re mad at me? I agreed to be your Officer, not your errand boy. Feel free to get them yourself next time.” He hissed, extending the manila envelope in his hand.

Ajax took it, expelling air from his nostrils. He dumped out the stack of papers that Geraldine had worked so hard to organize, and flipped through them carelessly, mangling the edges and ruining their perfectly coordinated order. He gave them only a glance, ripping one from the stack and crushing it in his masculine hand. He’d throw the crumpled ball over his shoulder with little regard to where it had landed.

β€œThat one’s not worth out time. The rest will do.”

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Heavy boots wavered the hardwood beneath their feet as Ajax stepped out of the elevator. The first floor was public area for the guild. Relaxing furniture, high definition televisions, and row upon row of cluttered bookshelves. In the center of the room was the dining area. Benches formed long lines atop linoleum floors, a blazing fireplace in the center of the wall. It was guild regulation to never let the fire out. If by chance, the flame were to be extinguished, one would be expected to re-light it as soon as possible.

Ajax called it the β€˜Eternal Flame’ and it was not so much for comfort as it was a tribute to those who had lost their lives on bounty missions. Just above the fireplace hung monochromatic portraits of members who had met such a fate. Just below their photos were displayed various weapons, ranging from metal pipes to worn machetes. They hadn’t been touched in years, and sat collecting dust.

His heart felt heavy, every time Ajax would pass the eternal flame. It was a difficult task, but necessary. To the adjacent wall is displayed a large tack-board, with a few bounties remaining from last week’s runs. The rest had been ripped from the wall, leaving behind only small corner-scraps. Ajax removed each piece of paper from his stack, tacking them to the wall in order from easiest to hardest. He always felt a bit uneasy about adding the 5-star bounties, though they were rarely chosen.
β€œListen up.” His voice could shake a room if such volume was required. β€œBounties are up. I want this list cleared by the end of the week. As always, you’ll need my permission before attempting the 5-star. Understood?”

The 5-star bounties were a treacherous task, and if they were ever selected, Ajax would need to make sure they had an adequate team. Often he wished he could rip them from the wall before anyone caught sight. Doing that, though, would mean he didn’t have confidence in his team. That was not the matter at hand. They were a powerful bunch. But after all, they were his. And it was his decision that could mean their triumph or their downfall.

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Another day, another blank stare into the void of time.

Earbuds and mildly disinterested thoughts in hand, Oliver slouched and lazed about on a couch situated in the least populated corner of the hall; catching (ignoring) drifts of menial good evenings and aimless banter in her wake. She wasn't so much tired as deliberately pretending to be nodding off to avoid possible good-will hellos and attempts to make friends. As if that 'fuck off, I'm not in the mood' body language conveyed anything other than wanting to be on her own merry wits. 'I guess I'll thank my lucky star that nobody hangs around here as much.' Perhaps it was her indifference to the sauntering of other, more proactive Blue Empire members that she got these weird stares from passer-bys – Like, maybe this wasn't the time to be sitting on your arse when everyone else seemingly carried a different stance as soon as the clock struck night hours.

Because, y'know, Oliver was so fucking sensitive to everyone's opinion of her being content with mingling by herself. Like Hell she'd be, but that's what she got for being the new blood in this joint; People expected you to be on your best, as if she had anything to prove to them beyond what she had done in her first two weeks as a good little drone. Bringing honey for their alleged β€œking” so he could pay the bills and keep feeding his subordinates.

Speaking of which...

Even with her music blasting at maximum decibels, their oh-so inspiring leader managed to bellow his, quote unquote, demands at a much higher volume than Oliver initially expected (or maybe it was because that last song had just ended, and Ajax had convenient timing). Don't have to shout her ears off or anything. Like, no shit! As if she was even going to try and pass up the opportunity to take a look at the latest deathwishes – 'Eh, fuck it. Might as well now that I've got the space.', apparently. Although the prospect that she had to, even for something as simple as digging through mud to catch a runaway mutant-dog, drag along some poor sod for convenience sake wasn't exactly adding to the excitement (or lack thereof) for another delightful 'meet the monsters' night out.

Regardless, she took it in stride that there were at least a few capable people around to choose from. So it wasn't like she was stuck with deciding what was a lesser evil. While the walk from the lone corner and to the board was a bit... egh, Oliver was at least thankful nobody had swarmed the board yet – she didn't pay much attention to who was around. They'd probably fling her dirty looks for cutting in line if she was caught gawking, anyway.

And so Oliver walked up towards the board for closer inspection of the available contracts. 'Heh, Nandi Bear.' The thought that this alleged five-star job had such a ridiculous name to its credit had amused her, but otherwise she immediately whisked it off under the dictation that common logic would have it turn out to be a monstrosity that is more trouble than it's worth. Besides, five stars were a group thing, and Oliver wasn't that desperate to kill time just yet.

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"6th One"

Aella muttered as a large punching bag soared across the building, It found it's home in someone's noggin, Leaving a nasty bruise on the person's head, However, The person was either too scared or too tired to care, Business was a bit slow, And on top of that, people were too exhausted to even get up from the seat they were residing on, Even the person that just got injured, rose from the ground and shuffled to his seat, Like the flying punching bag incident never transpired.

Aella, on the other hand was quite excited. Of course she looked at the board right when she entered, Especially at the request to slay the Nandi Bear. The reward was quite immense, And she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. She also glanced at the other jobs, But they didn't really peak her interest, Killing an over-sized snake and soul-sucking wolf sounded like a good way to pass time, But their rewards were less then appealing, With a small team, She would be more then happy to take them both on, But, The Nandi Bear's reward was more then the two bounties combined, So that shifted to her top priority, Of course she needed a team, But Blue empire had a few members that would suffice. She almost always forgot about the tax, 10% off every reward is used for maintaining the guild, But this time she didn't really mind, The reward was so large that 2000 dollars seemed like a small price, if she at least got some funds out of it, bragging about partaking in the hunt of this beast didn't seem half-bad either.

As Aella thought about the things she would purchase with the money, A intimating man sat on the podium and spoke, Ajax is a man that is well respected by his enemies and his allies, And Aella was no exception, As always, Aella listened to every word he said and clung to them. After his speech, Aella got right to work, She hung up the 7th punching bag and started rapidly hitting it.

She forgot about getting permission, Of course she got accepted to participate in one other 5-star, but she didn't do much, She wasn't really able to get that close to the target, Making her get a minimal share of the reward, But this time she would get the crushing blow.

It's kind of funny, Aella doesn't train to get stronger, She trains to gain more control over her magic, The last time she went all out, She was in a wheel chair, She broke her left arm and wrist, And both her legs refused to function, It was quite devastating. Aella, at least she got a large share of the reward, but she wasn't able to participate in missions for 4 weeks, Surviving on cup noodles and cheap cans of soda.

She recently recovered, And she finally got back into the swing of things, And was more then eager to partake in another mission, Money, Respect, Strength, She wanted all of it. And she wasn't going to back down on that 5 star mission.

"7th one"

A punching bag soared through the air, Flying into the direction of an arbitrary guild member, Hopfully they didn't care, Because Aella sure didn't.

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Tiny lights and sounds emitted from the electrical device being played in a man’s hands as he laid on the bench, facing upwards towards the ceiling. His eyes showcased a surprising amount of concentration despite the fact that his body was completely relaxed and at ease. Kayle had been trying to beat the level on his game, β€œWorld of Warriors”, for some time now. Each time he got to the boss he managed to screw it up, and sure enough just as he was getting that little bit farther than he had ever gotten, the electronic equivalent of β€˜Wah wah wah’ sounded. Kayle sighed, letting the game fall to his chest as his arms fell over the side of the bench and touched the floor.

Nope...not touching you for at least another ten minutes. Kayle thought as he stared up at the ceiling, looking over just in time to see a punching bag smack another member of the guild into the floor. His eyes peered over for a second, recognizing Aella and giving a slight smirk. Not the safest way to pass one’s time when in the presence of others, but he would be damned if that wasn’t funny. It wasn’t long after that moment that their illustrious leader came down from his high tower to present them with the latest info on new targets. Kayle pulled out his phone as the man demanded that they be done by the end of the week. He pressed a few buttons, got into his online banking, and a grimace appeared on his face. That low already? What the hell have I been buy-....right, games. Kayle thought to himself as he slipped his phone into his pocket once more and sat up from the bench.

With his funds in question, it wasn’t whether he wanted to do a bounty at the current moment, but which one. He slowly stood up, stretching his arms slightly as he made to walk over to the board. There was a brief moment, out of the corner of his eye that he saw something flying his way, and took a casual step back as yet another punching bag came flying through the air. It missed him by inches, his bangs actually fluttering from the force as he watched it sail into a wall. It was funny when it was happening to other people, not so much him. β€œNot that I don’t appreciate someone keeping me on my toes, but maybe your energy would be better spent doing something productive...like punching bouncers...or wrestling an alligator.” Kayle remarked dryly at the small woman before continuing his trek towards the board.

There weren’t too many people around it, the general atmosphere at the guild seeming to be at a low level today. Maybe a few stories of victory would cheer everyone up by the end of the week, if they were lucky. He ended up standing next to...some woman that he couldn’t place the name of. He hadn’t seen her around much, and he liked to think that he was fairly observant of everything around him. Maybe she was new, or maybe she stayed to herself. Now the name thing was going to bug him for awhile, but he had another problem on his mind.

β€œBitch, bird, wolf, snake or...does that seriously say β€˜Nandi Bear’?” Kayle asked out loud to no one in particular. β€œSomeone apparently lost the game of life when they named that thing.” Kayle stated once more, again his voice relatively low as he more or less talked to himself. As much as he liked the idea of a 230 grand payout on the Nandi bear, which would forever remain in his head as the Big Bad Teddy Bear, he didn’t know enough people to warrant teaming up for it. Most of his jobs up to this point had been solo operations, and many of them within city limits where he could truly utilize his abilities. From what he was going to gather here, there wasn’t really a chance for that with these bounties.

His hand rested on the Amarok creature finally, ripping it from the board and holding it in front of him slightly. β€œIf there’s no arguments, there’s a bank account that needs to be rescued by yours truly.” Kayle folded the parchment and shoved it into an inside pocket on his trench coat before giving a slight nod to the others in front of the bounty board and turning to walk away.

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It was routine for Emery to go around the city for a few hours. Well, routine wasn’t a very good word to describe him, as the young man was as disorganized and on a whim as he could be. But he always loved exploring the city before it woke. He usually stayed out for several hours, just enjoying the small freedom as he rode his skateboard, narrowly missing people as they made their way to work and so on.

Despite this, he was currently slumped against a wall of a local convenience store, downing a bottle water. Skating around for a few hours would tire anyone out and Emery was no exception to that rule. Leaning back, he let out a heavy sigh before grabbing his phone and looked at the time. β€œI should get back.” He was pretty close already, and it would probably a five minute walk if he left now. Standing up, he threw the plastic bottle into one of the trash cans outside of the store and made his way back towards the Guild building, his home. He had been with the guild for a good three years, and even if it were short, he still felt as if they were more family to him than his parents had ever been.

If he had left any later, he would have missed Ajax putting up the bounties. Grabbing his skateboard, he slipped in quietly and watched as he made his announcement. All right, old man. I need some money. While Emery was a frugal person, he still felt safe with payment of a bounty. Afterall, with several years sleeping on the streets you tend to take less for granted. He grinned, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand and bounded over to the board to see which ones he would be able to snag.

As he approached, several others were already there but he squeezed through, tapping his fingers lightly on the Cerastes. The reward was nice, but the thing looked dangerous and a fun fight. His lips turned upwards in a grin as he took a photo of the bounty, noting his roommate was yelling at some guy for ripping the bounty that was a star lower than Emery’s interest. β€œGeraldine, you’re lack of faith in guild members is kinda insulting.” He teased lightly, glancing at his friend. The two were complete opposites, but that didn’t mean they disliked each other. Though, Geraldine was constantly scolding him for leaving their room a mess.

β€œThough if anyone wants to team up, I’m cool with it.” He stated this simply before walking away from the board and falling into one of the plush chairs and kicked his feet onto the coffee table.