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Aemus Meia

Rifleman of the Army of the Dead.

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a character in “No Dominion”, originally authored by Leli, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Best shot in the army I was, never missed once!




PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Name: Aemus Meia
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height and Build: 5' 10” / Lean
Skin Color/Eye Color/Hair Color: Pale / Dark Blue / Black
Distinct Features: Eyepatch over left eye.
Category: Brokenborne
Race: Marix
Race Details: One of the few races of Brokenborne that can be categorized are the Marix. They fleet among the outskirts of towns and cities pilfering supplies from traders and farmers alike. Known as being one of the most elusive races as well as the poorest they have gained tremendous vision, capable of seeing far distance without the aid of glass scopes or magic. Though conversations aren't usually lost, footsteps, breathing, and other telltale signs of presence are due to undeveloped hearing. Though rare, in extreme cases the inner ear is malformed and the person suffers a loss of balance.

PERSONALITY
Alignment: Unlawful Neutral
Three Positive Traits: Courageous, Organized, Dedicated
Three Negative Traits: Arrogant, Self-Centered, Crude
Despite a rigidity enforced in the military Aemus has managed to retain his ideal that his life is greater than any other and so should not be forfeit for them. He can play a strong facade to please others and dupe them into believing he only has their interests in mind. Nonetheless when faced with a challenge far greater than himself he will lead the charge if need be. He takes great pride in his person, from attire, to comportment and even thought, all of which are concise.

OCCUPATION AND SKILLS
Occupation: Rifleman
Deck Style: Ranged / Might
Weapons: Steam Rifle / Sabre
Magic Class: N/A
Description: Rifleman encompass a relatively new addition to the military. At first training fell short of proper standards leading to inaccurate shots, exceptionally slow reload times and an overall ineffective though fearsome unit. With advances to technology the training ameliorated to an adequate degree. All soldiers were trained in navigation, basic survival, and strict drill. When faced with a superior force the drill enforced in them prevented moral from breaking and rifleman were known to die to the last man if ordered.

Deft Hands: Nimble and precise his hands make their into others pockets more often then they should.
Mechanic: Intrigued by the operation of steam power and its application he set about learning how to work nearly any machine, and more importantly, how to fix what he broke.
Kaleidoscope Genetics: Given the fact that their race does not hold up to the other three’s unities this category of races doesn’t have a racial trait that runs predominately throughout. They actually suffer from lack of a congealed genetic structure and may find themselves more prone to diseases because of such. Also the reproductive gender of this category may also find themselves infertile.

Advantages:
 Strong Eyes – Capable of sights well into a hundred meters like most Marix this lends well to marksmanship principals.

Disadvantages: (See above.) 
Deaf – Extremely underdeveloped hearing, to the point where his ears are nearly forfeit, means that little other than what is said directly to Aemus is heard.

The steam rifle used by Aemus is a military issue, bearing the insignia of the unit he fell out of. Though by right it is the kingdom's and not his he is hard pressed to be without it. The rifle works by manipulating a vessel pressurized with steam. Inside is a heating stone to maintain a high enough pressure for effective firing. Most canisters last four shots and most rifleman carry multiple canisters into battle. It fires a typical round shot.

REPUTATION AND PAST
Father: Drekus Meia
Mother: Elya Nores-Meia
Brother: Elik Meia
Uncle: Ultus Nores
Cousin: Beris Nores

What is your background? Born among the outskirts of a city Aemus made his childhood stealing small goods and breads from others. He gained a knack for it and along with his brother and cousin terrorized a few of the poorer merchants. His brother eventually married into a merchant caste which sparked a battle between the three friends. Beris attempted to strike down Elik's wife and was killed in the onset. Away at the time Elik learned of this a month later after Aemus had joined the Royal Army leaving it behind him.
How did you join the Army of the Dead? Previously a rifleman under the Royal Army serving in a cluster of units extending from old to new Aemus found himself without work when a cavalry charge tore through the ranks of his unit. Rather than die under the hurried steps of foot soldiers and horses he waited for the opportunity and ran. Though it took time, he found his way into Maelsec, a small town. He knew the title of deserter on his head was warrant of death and thought it would be better to live his last years as a noble among the Army of the Dead than a rat in the streets.
What is your reputation within the army? Aemus is known for being out of the way when trouble stirs, but never far. That has been the driving force to the small feuds he has within the organization.

STATS
Strength: C
Endurance: C
Coordination: B
Control: F
Perception: B
Intelligence: B
Charisma: D

So begins...

Aemus Meia's Story

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#, as written by Leli
Last to the party Aemus wasn't in the mood for apologies or pleadings of forgiveness. He couldn't of gotten here too late as he'd heard the flutter of a Shiftborne landing in the amphitheater and a lack of conversation. He knew as well that sound carried from the base of the amphitheater better than any other structure he'd seen. The same couldn't be said for the reverse as he emerged from the greenworks. Standing atop the theater he observed for a short while, his mind tinkering away at putting names to the corpses gathered. Dresken, whom Aemus knew only because of his distinct appearance, seemed the most prepared and least anxious. The tall woman, who he had no knowledge of seemed the exact opposite, though he could never be sure. And the other two he couldn't match names to before his feet began to find their way down the steps.

“And so here I am.” he announced descending. His rifle was slung around his back, and saber at his side chiming against four cylindrical steam canisters. A small bag was thrown over his shoulder appearing as though he intended to march to their objective, though it was little more than sweets he'd gathered throughout the day. Deftly moving towards the table with little more than a wry nod of his head as a greeting he found the papers directed to none other than him, cracked the wax seal and let the words fill his mind. It took time to read the orders, ensuring he missed nothing and testing his mind as he'd only learned to read within recent years and even then he had little practice.


Aemus Meia
Deserter

You have been conscripted to the task before you with much secrecy on our part- so please keep that in mind as you gallivant about. There is much trepidation in the land of Aeon though it gives a welcoming façade of seeming nominally upright and lawful. As you may not have heard- cities are disappearing. Mind you they aren’t being conquered by bandits or marauders, but instead the people are just vanishing-or at least that seems to be the gist of it. There hasn’t been speak of such an event in hundreds of years, and the last one was intertwined with a sighting of a ‘wyrm’. Usually we do not take to such falsities and folk tales with a critical eye, but it is the only explanation in this current set of events.

So your task is to investigate these disappearances to learn more about them- and inevitably end them. Do not be so prude as to not suspect the work of the other Immortals, or some other forces beyond that. Use your common sense, and please wrap this mission up with as much brevity and silence you can muster. 

You need to start in a farming town to the Northeast called Ipsold.


Fair well and don’t die,
Sol~




“Trepidation,” He whispered “D'they think I'm some kind'a damned scholar? D'they think we're an'thin more'n soldiers?” His speech degraded from a respectable highborn tongue to a broken one that he'd picked up among the royal military riflemen. The memories of the times poured over him; endless drill and a mastery of walking forwards and backwards on command. Sighing exasperatingly he folded the paper between two fingers turning it over. Aemus did know where Ipsold was no matter how poor a reader he was. He brought the parchment to his lips and looked to the others.

“I don't suppose it says who's our leader on anyone's?"

Not that it really matters though.

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One Eye.

It was like the mention of a plague to Aemus. He hated that he'd lost the eye over something so negligible, but despite his best efforts it was his greatest regret. Though as he watched Dresken announce himself he forgot his own troubles and focused on the opposing mans. He'd heard rumours of him, like many others would have, that he led a company of men to their death and held no guilt for the deed. Others said he faced down a great army only stopping when he was the last standing. Both circumstances drove Aemus to believe he wasn't all to fit to lead a horse to water, let alone a group of soldiers. Though there didn't seem to be any immediate rebuttals to his claim of authority, and as he finished uninterrupted Aemus wagered there wouldn't be any to come. Reminding himself of Dresken's earlier comment to the shorter woman of being a Thread user he quickly shifted his thoughts to hide any true beliefs of his fellows.

Potatoes with chopped carrots, onion, chicken, pepper, and broth would be stupendous right now. I could certainly use it rather than a pack of dried crumble cookies.

As Sullius fell silent after an abrupt introduction Aemus chimed in afterwards. "I, Capitaine," he embellished the word to absurdity. "am Aemus Meia, a rifleman and soldier in every way. And even if I've only got one eye I'm a damned better shot than anyone else out there." Leaning forward and flicking two fingers from aside his good eye he threw a paltry salute to the to-be-dead captain. Grinning ear to ear he stepped back sending a twirling look around the lot casting in on who would be next to introduce themselves and how. Curious if any others were as arrogant as himself or Dresken he made his own back stories for everyone.

Sillius certainly seemed to be reserved, and so his story was that he was the youngest child, picked on by his older siblings until he ran away and began to work out back in a restaurant cleaning dishes. The owner was a fat man that smelled of spoiled fish on the best of days and he drove Sillius to abandon the abode after moving his bed to the cellar to make room for a wardrobe he'd purchased. The Vixen, as Dresken had described her, held a story that was likely close to the truth. She was raised as the perfect daughter, taught elegance and pose, right and wrong, and most of all, to be beautiful. Without freedom she rebelled and ran away to join the army expecting to see the world. Makali's story though, that was one that Aemus was really interested in. He couldn't put a finger on where she'd come from or how, and decided no matter what the reality was, that his story would be far more epic and tasteful, alluding to her fate of being a chosen hero.

Pleasantly engaged in his story building he lapsed away from the particulars and came to in the midst of someone's speech. Damn, I've missed it all!

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Ah, the group had finally assembled. Makali browsed her comrades with a scrutinizing eye, though her expression was of interest, not suspicion. Of the four, the only two she'd been previously acquainted with were Desken and Aurelia. The other two members remained a mystery to her.

Sullis, brooding crow man as he was, invariably caught her eye first. His demeanor and attire led her to believe that this was a man who'd been down in the muck and grime. A man who had seen the horrors of the world and been left shaken, but with enough resolve to keep going steadfastly. This, of course, caused her to weave dramatic, romanticized tales about his life in her head, though she turned her gaze away quickly.

The next unknown in their group, Aemus, appeared much like Desken in that he was boastful and confident. Not that Makali minded, though. Those types of people were so much more exciting than reserved or cautious ones in her opinion. He seemed defensive about the eye thing, though his recovery was very quick. Maybe it was a silly accident and he was embarrassed about it? Makali could relate to that, and she cracked a grin thinking about it, exposing her razor-sharp chompers.

Aurelia and Desken didn't seem to have changed much in the time that had passed, though. Desken was still a bull-headed, arrogant noble with a distaste of commoners, and Aurelia was still a lusciously beautiful ice queen that kept herself locked inside the frigid cage of her heart. Of course, Makali meant all that in the most appreciating manner, as she didn't really care one way or another as to how an individual presented themselves as long as they didn't mess with her spitefully.

"Well, eet seemz we 'ave evrywon 'ere. I woz 'oping zis would 'appen, becauz I don like travel wizout compahny. Doz anywon want to travel wiz me? Wen we are don 'ere, I mean. I don want to steep on ze autoritie of Deskeen." Makali winked at him and chuckled slightly.

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The abrupt abandonment bothered Aemus more than Dresken's drunkenness had during the journey. At first incessant prattling about his eye brought the man close to trading blows with the other, only faltering because he felt having his body lit afire wasn't the way he wanted to end the day. Later when more liquor had touched his lips though he became more amiable only to revert to his current state. At the least he was thankful that he'd remained quiet most of the venture.

“Wyrms are supposed to be like a giant snake, but … Well, I doubt even that would cause this.” Aemus answered to Dresken's aimless question. His mind switched into overdrive then. Had it not conjured horrific and menacing manors of being destroyed by some mythical creature he may have been of use in that exact case. Instead he was caught off guard by the shrill words of Nela, appearing from behind and rasped his fingertips over the pommel of his saber. Before he could even think to draw a sliver of polished steel Dresken had begun addressing her.

She was as trustworthy as the village, he felt. Even when revealed as a late addition twinges of suspicion carried Aemus to wonder why she only arrived now. Surely the message would have been disseminated at once and in advance of the meeting.

The rupture of flesh interrupted his thought again and Aemus turned to the arrival of Sullis. “Sullis, did you notice anything left in the rubble? Scorch marks, or arms?” The supernatural and magical were never fond thoughts to someone who had little experience with them, and Aemus was well among those who lacked history with it. Chief of his worries was that something horrific was truly among them, for if it were how could five, now six, people conquer anything of that magnitude? If not, then what would have driven the place to this state. Truthfully the whole place wore a great deal on him, and despite best efforts to hide it, he was certain his unease was noticed.

The setting changes from ARC I: A Clash of Souls to Aeon

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The guttural roar of whatever lurked near by was an answer to Aemus' question he could have done well without. His stomach churned at the unworldly noise. Before Dresken had the time to answer though his hands began to move faster than he could follow. The rifle slung on his back rotated across his left shoulder and fell into a cupped hand, the other slamming a lever that actuated a pressure release charging the weapon with steam to fire a round. That came next as he rammed his right hand down to his side, the metal canister holding the rounds snug opening at a flick of his fingers as he found the round shot. As quickly as his hand had descended brought it back up and pushed it flush to the end of the barrel. The ramrod was next as it drove down the shot in two deft strokes and came out in no less. A click resounded the end of the loading as Aemus cocked the rifle into a ready state.

All the while his hands had worked like busied rats fleeing for their lives, he was casting eyes onto his surroundings. No great obstacles presented themselves in the courtyard except the fountain, but it had lost it's appeal as Makali dove into it for the gods knew what reason. Instead he grunted in disapproval and retreated back a few steps to the left of Dresken, dropped to a knee and brought the rifle to his shoulder ready to fire on whatever drove it's obviously massive shape through the town buildings. Whatever may be that sought to end their lives he hadn't the time to ponder what it was, just how to kill it.

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The ground quivered under the monstrous charge of whatever focuses its abysmal eyes on the trio. Aemus already poised to strike waited instead. He knew that a beast of this size with power to crush buildings wasn't something that a single strike, let alone shot, would fell. Instead it would need to be worn down, prodded at like a child does a decaying corpse, until it finally let itself die. But that in itself would be no easy task he assured himself seeing Aurelia's difficulty in coping with the absolute power it presented. With her to his far right nearly between him and Dresken, who was a good few steps ahead of him, Aemus had to choose who to try and save.

Makali seemed to be the saving grace though as she fired a volley of dirt and gunk at the encroaching entity, giving Aemus time to advance forward ahead of everyone and let the rifle fall to his side. He himself would have wondered what in the hell kind of fool would put himself between the jaws of such a thing and it's meal and throw away their arm. He knew inevitably though, that he was the latter of that statement regarless. The face seemed the only viable weakness as Aurelia pointed out, and any would have assumed. The obsidian orbs, like mirrored glass tainted with death and darkness, posed a problem to that theory though; there were so many. There was however, only one mouth. And if it was anything like a starving wolf ready to fight to the death Aemus knew it would brandish it's razor maw again and then he would act.

As his rifle was moved away Aemus reached to one of the spare canisters that hung from a leather belt at his waist. His fingers gracefully slipped it from the carrier, tossed it for a short moment and readjusted as to gain a stronger throwing hold on it. Made of a fluted metal they held only enough strength to keep the steam in them pressurized and piping hot, they were about the length of a loaf of bread and half the width. When he was learning the mechanics of the rifle and steam power in general there was always a strong reminder to him that pressurized containers spell absolute death when fail, as he'd seen first hand more than once. At least in this event he hoped that it wouldn't be his death that was spoken of.

Waiting for the terrible whatever it was to flash those grizzly whites again Aemus aimed to throw the canister, fully charged, into those teeth and let the damned thing bite down on it. It would puncture and the release would undoubtedly throw shrapnel and gasses hotter than fire through any soft spot in its ugly mouth burning and shredding it. If however, it didn't try to chomp down on the trio Aemus would look like an awful fool pelting it in the face with a metal half-loaf. Even more the fool if he couldn't roll out of the way in time to avoid a swipe of sword like claws. Just as he was prepared to launch the makeshift bomb Sullis dropped from the sky and plunged a blade into one of the glossed eyes. Taking his chance Aemus bet his life on a throw.

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Shouting in exalted victorious bursts Aemus withdrew from the churning beast with a tinge of a skip in his step. He found his way back to the rifle only out of arms reach, pulled it back into his strong grip and made his way back behind Desken and Makali. As he came face to a building he turned and faced once again the great beast and aligned his sights. A single rough jutting piece of metal marked where the round in the still readied rifle would let fly. People often assumed guns were inaccurate because they were bulky, and relatively new; the case was anything but. In truth the rifles had little more range than a bow on a good day, but when the target stood within a hundred meters they were practically dead on in the hands of a marksman.

Aemus was one of those men, and when he squeezed on the trigger and eruption of gas shattered the distressed rumbling and growls of the beast as it loosed a volley of burning hot steam and a lead ball faster than the eyes could see towards its belly. It may not have seemed like much, but if it were to pierce the hide the round would mushroom and bounce around in the ugly things guts roiling up all manner of injuries and potentially doing some true damage that wouldn't be done away with a few days rest. It may only piss the damned thing off worse though too Aemus thought to himself, a sinister smile curling his face as he waited to see the result of his shot and reload the gun.

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The creature writhed on its’ back for a moment as it was assured that it had managed to dislodge whatever nuisance had taken to the top of it. Yet its’ eyes seem to churn and whirl in rather uncomfortable discord- unable to make out its’ opponents anymore. Another shot from the bow sent it attempting to scream through an organic cavern of destroyed bone and flesh. Then the piercing pain into its’ gut made sickening gastric juices ooze through the bullet hole; and so it attempted to find its’ feet again. Anger broiled and rolled through the creature and the plates on its’ hide seem to bristle in feral infuriation. Yet by the time it managed to get to its’ feet it no longer found the ground pliable.

In the volley of attacks Desken had managed to conjure up enough concentration and control to unleash thermal magic upon the beast before him, or namely the ground below it. Losing traction it thumped against the cobblestone street once again and flailed aimlessly against its’ lack of footing. Its belly tore more as if its’ skin was drawn taught against its’ hulking mass, and inevitably its’ innards began to burst out like an over-boiled sausage. These froze as well with contact to the ice. It attempted to scream in agony but its’ shattered throat inevitably collapsed on itself.
Suffocating and bleeding out- the creature didn’t offer up much more resistance until it flopped to the ground in utter defeat. Of course what it left behind might have been more devastating than its’ colossal might- a rank odor that permeated from it that seemed sulfurous in design.

Desken released his magic somewhat suddenly only to cover his nose and mouth. “Ah- seriously,” he commented- his tone nearly muted from his fingers over his lips. Slowly he pulled himself from the fountain, and one could note the drop of water level in it. He was near about coated in the stagnant fluid from his waist down, but seemed less worried about that predicament as he was with the toxicity of the creature’s organs. “Everyone alright?” He asked. While the battlemage had no medical skills himself- he could at least tend to some minor wounds if there were any to be had. “And does anyone know what that thing is?” It was probably a silly question considering that this creature was an enigma to the world, but he figured that he would prod. These were members of the Army of the Dead, and they had seen things that many a mortal would find unbelievable.