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Ember Wolfe

"Don't let your emotions make your decisions."

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a character in “Remorseless Evolution”, as played by BlueWind_22

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Ember Wolfe



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❝"Control your emotions, or they will control you."❞

Once | Brad Caleb Kane



▐ The basics▐



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★Name★
Ember Wolfe

☀Age☀
23

♀Gender♂
Female

♥Sexuality and relationship status♥
Straight and Single

∞Race∞
Homoneco

☁Personality☁
Ember is a person that does not associate herself with emotions. She does feel them, but is able to suppress them and control them to her advantage. The emotion she is really familiar with is Anger, as it helps a lot when she's in a fire fight or in a life or death situation. However, nowadays, she is having problems encountering some of these emotions due to being diagnosed with Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. She has nightmares, has difficulty sleeping, and is appears to be anxious sometimes. These are things that are bringing out some outbursts of emotions from her and she doesn't know how to deal with them. So, Ember finds herself drinking sometimes, and even acting out in a rage against others. Before these events happen she happens to breakdown emotionally and hates herself for them, then try and forget about it by drinking.



▐ Aesthetics▐



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♞Body build♞
Ember stands at 5'6 and weighs 130lbs, softly toned and slender. (She doesn't have wings.)

☪Face description☪
Ember has a little nickname, from her cohort. Angel of Massacre. It's something that is fairly true as she is beautiful, at least during battle. Her face lights up, her eyes are awake and alive, golden brown fires burning bright. Full lips, and cheeks that would make her... less threatening if she blushed every now and then.

☭clothing/armor/markings/extras☭
Ember's armor is black, and appears to be some sort of durable light weight metal or alloy. Sometimes if you look at it just right in the middle of broad daylight, you can see tiny green veins move under the surface, almost like it's alive. She can take a bullet to the chest and she won't be hurt. It encases her arms, and chest, going down to her legs. There are two layers of the alloy on her forearms, chest and especially her back, providing extra protection.

▲Pets/none weaponry devices▲
No pets, but her armor is a new thing to her. It is linked into her mind/brain, just like her Spartan armor was, but it's different. It's entire surface can crackle with electricity whenever she thinks about it, and it will not do a thing her. It's safe, even when there's rain or water, it won't turn on. She can put someone on their knees, just by touching them. She also carries several poisonous daggers a black bag filled with food, vitamins and medication.
The closest thing to a pet would be a small black blob-like creature (It is female). It can take several forms that are solid, but the form you are most likely to see her is as a small furry creature that is something akin to a rabbit, as it has long bunny ears, and four tiny legs that have retractable claws like a cat. It is often used as restraints or bonds for a prisoner, a whip, a key and is also used to spy on people. It has no name, as Ember doesn't think of it as pet, but more of a tool, and very rarely, a companion. It doesn't like anyone but Ember.




▐ Skills and flaws▐



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✘ Weapons ✘
She has black twin swords that are coated in a poisonous substance, a knife/dagger hidden in her boot, and an assault rifle MA5c ICWS on her back. She also has an energy sword but doesn't use it often.

/Defense\
Her armor, and of course, she was skilled at both offense and defense. However, Ember appears to have grown careless, and does not care enough to defend herself in certain situations.

☠Skills and techniques ☠
Ember was trained to good at about just everything that dealt with military operations, and assassinations. Her idea is to go in quick and hard, and take out her target as quickly and efficiently as possible.

✂Flaws✂
Ember has grown careless after the years and does not hesitate to consider the bodily harm certain situations can cause her.



▐ The past and present▐



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♚Basic history♚
Ember was raised in a military academy, rarely ever seeing her parents. She also has a twin brother. Both learned at an early age that Emotions were discouraged. So, they adapted but they still didn't lose their emotional view of things. When she was 14 years of age, they were being sent out as assassins and already taking part in some pretty gruesome battles. When she was 16, her brother was sent out on a private field, and she never saw him until two years later. He'd been taken as a prisoner and was tortured for a year and a half. He only came because he'd gone crazy. He killed their parents, and almost killed her. Yet, for some reason, he continued torturing her and when she fought back, he didn't fight back as hard as he would have. Now before his reappearance and death, Ember was actually very... human-like. She showed some emotions but in very small degrees.

After Bitter and Savage Evolution, Ember went back to fighting, and sometimes protecting those that her Superior wanted protected. However, after two years, she was killed. She was dead for three minutes and revived, but her wounds were so severe... They decided that it wouldn't have mattered if they used her as a guinea pig; she was not a person in their eyes. She was in cryo sleep for several years before they decided to wake up her. Well, she woke and after awhile, she just went on serving her superiors, taking the suicidal missions that most won't take. She also suffers from Post traumatic stress disorder.


♛History with the war including thoughts♛
Growing up and being trained to kill people at a very young age can be... brutal, but after awhile, it becomes normal. She didn't mind killing, but it's the so called peace that is irritating her.

"One day, I woke up and they told me 'The war is over, and it's now time for peace.' I left and realized that they didn't tell me that we're on the verge of starting another war. I still don't know what to think."


♫Events to note so far in the RP♫
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Ember Wolfe's Story

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"I hate this..."

"What do you hate, exactly?"

"This... Talking about my life with some stranger I don't know, or like."

"I'm not a stranger, Ember. We met just this morning."

"Is that supposed to give me comfort? Especially when your a wanted fugitive?"

Silence.

Then a sound of wood scraping against wood, something large falling over and dumping its contents. Something slamming into a wall, or floor. A woman's choked plea for help. A loud snap, and the thump of a body hitting the floor. A sigh, and fading footsteps.


Ember stopped the recording there. "Killed this one quickly, and your already wanting another assignment?" A man looked her up and down, before glancing back at his arm. A holographic display of words, symbols and other things popping up from the electrical device encasing his arm from elbow to wrist. "Ahh, well, sorry. It appears, Senate is giving you some vacation time. They also suggest you see a real therapist -and don't kill this one- so as to deal with-" Ember's arm flashed out, her fingers wrapped around his throat. She glared at him... and with a slick soundless crack of energy, the man's body stiffened and arched against her hand. She released him, her eyes narrowed with concentration as she reined in her anger.

She looked down at the man, this man who was the poor soul that could have so easily died from her just throwing a tantrum. I am not a child. Tantrums are for children. Why am I acting this way? Frustrated with herself, Ember left the man lying there in the abandoned shed that had been their rendezvous site.

Ember walked out in the open, her body language suggesting pent up tension. Oh, where are the helpless thugs at a moment like this? She welcomed a fight at a moment like this, and yet... Here she was, walking as lonely as a cloud.

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Vacation time? Ember sighed, and closed her eyes, moving her feet mechanically. What am I to do? She ran a hand through her hair and found that she could not pull her fingers through so easily. She stopped walking and scowled as she untangled her hair. It's too long. It's a distraction. I should cut it. Yet, she knew that she would not be able to cut her hair. It was something she hated, as she could not find any logical reason to keep her hair so long. I need to cut it. She pulled up her mental map of the area, something she had memorized before making contact with the fake therapist, and found a lake nearby.

Ember changed her direction instantly. I get to the lake and cut my hair, and then- She blinked, fully comprehending what she had just nearly walked pass. It was cow elk. It appeared to have been shot by a hunter (An inexperienced hunter at that) and bled out after running away. Ember crouched down to pull out the arrow. "Hmmm..." The sight of the arrow tickled a memory, but she made no effort to remember where she may have seen this type of arrow and discarded it quickly. She then resumed her trek to the Lake, although her face showed no signs of what she thought about the dead elk.

Several minutes of walking pass her by...

And when she came upon the Lake, the first thing that registered in her mind, was that it was blinding. Using her hand, she shaded her eyes. Your not supposed to do that! A thought, no, an instinct screamed at her that there may have been enemies using the Lake's brilliance to blind her. The sudden instinct, conjured a long forgotten memory....

"Pipsqueak!" Ember felt herself being tackled from the side, and landing so roughly on the forest floor. Then... the sound of falling earth. She sat up, shoving her brother away from her. "You didn't have to tackle me." She rubbed her shoulder, and realized that where she had stood seconds ago was a pit. At the bottom were spikes. She shuddered. "And don't call me pipsqueak!" "Well if you had been paying attention in class you would know that you're not supposed to do that!" Her brother stood up and glared down at her. Ember glowered, "Well if you hadn't gone snooping about in the headmaster's office, and had me guard the door -in the middle of the night I may add- I would have been paying attention in class instead of sleeping!" She threw a pebble at her brother's head, and that ended their conversation.

Your not supposed to do that! The instinct turned into her brother shout, and her body locked up. It took her some time to gather herself back up and moved forward, to the Lake.

Ember sat down on her knees and looked down at her reflection. Her face, still as beautiful, and her hair... So different. It was longer now, nearly touching the ground in her current position, and it was thicker then before. "Seems cryo sleep can slow down the aging process but not hair growth." She pulled out a dagger, and gathering up her hair in a pony tail was about to cut it when... Her arm shook, and she dropped the dagger. "What the hell! Why can't I just cut it!" She shouted, and in response her armor began to crackle with energy.

The anger at herself, brought her back to life. The anger also, without any outlet, caused her to act out. Ember yanked out her energy sword and slashed at her reflection. Water droplets went flying, and Ember herself seemed to be fighting for control over her anger.

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After a while Ace managed to pull himself together about his failure and picked himself up off the ground with a seemingly new weight pressing down hard on his shoulders. You Ace Tyrant are not a survivor, you simply got lucky. A voice bellowed coldly inside his own mind. Though he tried his best to ignore its words, it felt like his own hand had pushed a sword through his spine and exited the front of his chest.

Ace slung the elk carcass over his back and began to slowly make his way back to the homely cabin, now and again his legs buckling slightly under the weight, but he forced himself to continue on as he knew he had managed time and time again over these lonely years. Champ trotted at a steady speed ahead of him, happily exploring this familiar world and all its horrors. The black beast weaved with ease inbetween the thin trees and over the roots. He seemed pleasant and gentle until he heard the foreign angry cry of another Neco.

"What the hell! Why can't I just cut it!"


"Champ...Champ down. Quiet." Ace demanded the canine in a low voice yet he knew the animal was way too prideful to obey such cowardly orders and so he began loudly barking and pouncing off in the direction of the voice which was back towards the lake. The German Shepard came upon the woman before Ace was even in sight. Champ bared his fangs angrily along with lifting his tail, appearing a lot less friendly than he did when helping his master hunt. "WAIT." The blonde male demanded once more, now in a more urgent and desperate tone, halting the dog just before he leapt for this woman's throat.

The man stumbled out into the open, dropping the dead elk onto the grass with a heavy grunt. It was clear carrying it had been a lot of strain upon his back. He lifted his eyes to the female ahead of him he recoiled backwards on sight of her large sword, shocking with energy; his expression fell into clear fear. She can kill you. She could kill you with ease Ace Tyrant. The voice hissed inside his mind once again, though this time he took it as fact rather than degrading suggestion. Champ stood ahead of his master in a protective posture, still snarling quietly.

"Sorry Miss. He just is rather curious." Ace laughed nervously, putting up his hands as though to surrender to her. It was at that point where the blonde male began to observe her more closely, he instantly noted that she was rather beautiful and did not look like someone who should be wielding a weapon of such mass destruction. Something then ticked inside his mind, a familiar shard of memory from the past. He opened his mouth as though to speak, before holding his tongue and closing his jaws again.

He was unsure but still he had to ask. "Ember?..."

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Her blood burned with her rage, and, of course, a problem had to occur when she was at her most dangerous state. Ember tensed, twisted and was on her feet in seconds with her energy sword held loosely at her side. Champ bared his fangs angrily along with lifting his tail, appearing a lot less friendly than he did when helping his master hunt. "WAIT." The blonde male demanded once more, now in a more urgent and desperate tone, halting the dog just before he leapt for this woman's throat. Ember was disappointed by this, and was able to use the feeling to suppress the rage, so instead of killing both the dog and it's master, she waited.

"Sorry Miss. He just is rather curious." Ace laughed nervously, putting up his hands as though to surrender to her. Ember saw the fear and... something akin to recognition. She looked through her memory, and found no memory of the stranger before her... Unless...

He was unsure but still he had to ask. "Ember?..."

Ember bowed her head and blinked, but other then this, showed no emotion. "Yes, Ace?" Her words were dead, tired and just bitter. Bitter because only ten seconds earlier, she was on the verge of losing the control she had on her rage and could have so easily killed Ace. The thought that she could kill someone so helpless made her angry at herself. Don't let your emotions make your decisions. The mantra filled her head, and the dangerous buzz of flowing electricity stopped.

Ember looked up and instead of watching Ace, she was watching the dog. Even now, she could not ingore the training her commanders ingrained in her. Never take your eyes off your enemy. The dog may be Ace's friend but she could not fight her nature, if the dog lunged at her, she'd have no choice to kill him. I'm such a despicable creature.

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As sweet as slumber was and the pleasent dreams of the well rested, all good things must come to an end as the large male stirred from his dormancy. His eyes scanned his surroundings with haste as he noted one thing. Owsla was no where to be seen. He shot up looking around further in a panic looking at the trees before spying a mark in one of the trees, one that made him calm down instantly. "Foraging. Alright, so she'll be gone for a while." He whispered to himself, unwinding himself from his worries.

The lake was as calm as it was before he slept, mirror like and peaceful. For a moment, he thought that for once today was going to be a nice quiet day and nothing was going to happen.

However those thoughts were quickly dashed by the cry of an angry woman and the crassness of a dog's barking far to his left. His eye twitched, greatly annoyed that he was ripped out of his clubby thoughts. He growled loudly, the barking reminding him of the warhounds of he tangled with in the past. He reared himself on his legs, looking toward the now two necos in the distance and let loose a loud, bellowing roar. "CAN'T I GET SOME KIND OF PEACE HERE?!" he bellowed, bearing his jagged teeth and sounding more like the general that he was years ago.

He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down as he plopped back down on his side watching as the dog stood in front of his master. Now that he thought about it, both of them looked awfully familiar. The male looking more like a very scrawny neco or a hybrid of Neco and Sapien. Odd, but not unheard of. The female however, he swore that he knew her from somewhere. He tilted his head to the side watching them as she very slowly started his was toward them, making sure not to either scare them off or have them attack him. Or at the very least not have the canine attack him.

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"Yes, Ace?"

The blonde had never heard something so simplistic so bitterly spoke in all his life of walking this corrupted world. Ember's expression barely changed during their introduction, which is quite suprising since he thought the pair of them had a decent relationship before she left. He thought she would have shown the smallest bit of pleasure upon their reunion. He thought he had broken into her shell, but over the years it had seemed to grow back. Due to her aggression only decreasing by the tiniest amount, he still held his hands high in submission.

"Oh um...I'm j..just suprised I bumped into you again." Ace stammered, stumbling over his words awkwardly. "Are you no longer with your boyfriend?" He questioned with a curious glare, memories of the white haired male who seemed to have a large amount of hatred to Ace danced through his mind unpleasantly. Though they triggered a series of more blissful memories such as the young feral girl he had befriended and spent many months with. He would do anything to have her in his company again.

"CAN'T I GET SOME KIND OF PEACE HERE?!"

The blonde flinched so hard he more on less leapt on the spot at the sound of the bellowing. Once again the German Shepard began spitting out loud barks and snarls, circling around his masters legs defectively. "Quiet boy...QUIET. You are the reason why he is yelling do you even realize that?" Ace told the canine below him, who did not silence but atleast lowered the volume. The blonde held a light, handsome yet uncomfortable grin. He grabbed at the dogs collar, holding him between his legs so he did not hurtle towards the dark haired Neco in the distance. "I apologize Sir." Was his simple yet needed response.

"I guess you want to be left alone Ember. Sorry for disturbing you. By the way, I quite like your hair that length...Um..not that my opinion really matters of course. If it is a trouble for you, you could cut it I guess." Ace advised the woman ahead of him in a gentle tone, as though one wrong word would trigger the minefield, which by the seems of the situation was completely true. He turned to sling the Elk carcass across his back once more, but when he faced the river again, Champ was gone.

Something smell so good. Oh boy. So good. The black beast trotted happily towards the smell of cooking flesh for barely a minute or two, his collar clicking as he dashed, before he stumbled upon the stranger who had a angry outburst at his level of noise before. Hello man yes. Friends yes. Smell so good yes. The man however was cooking meat and therefore did not seem like someone who was a enemy to Champ. He approached recklessly, nudging at the Neco with his snout before suddenly standing to attention before letting his butt hit the ground with a hard flump.Please yes. He knew that at home with Ace if he sat he got what he wanted, maybe this man was no different?

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Ember held so still, as if one move could shatter her. "Oh um...I'm j..just suprised I bumped into you again." Ace stammered, stumbling over his words awkwardly. "Are you no longer with your boyfriend?" He questioned with a curious glare. Ember was too surprised, nearly shocked by the sudden turn toward Gabriel. What made it even worse was that Ace was calling the bumbling and idiotic albino her Boyfriend. She could do better then that jackass!

"CAN'T I GET SOME KIND OF PEACE HERE?!"

Ember nearly had a heart attack at the sudden shout. She was unprepared for it, and wasn't even able to react like she would have. She just stood there like statue, not knowing what to do or even how to act. Obviously Ace had thought they had some sort of friendly relationship, and had expected more from her, and... Ember couldn't understand the warmth building in her chest. What is this?...

"Quiet boy...QUIET. You are the reason why he is yelling do you even realize that?" The blonde held a light, handsome yet uncomfortable grin."I apologize Sir." Ember watched Ace closely, and couldn't help but think, He's still kind and polite.

"I guess you want to be left alone Ember. Sorry for disturbing you. By the way, I quite like your hair that length...Um..not that my opinion really matters of course. If it is a trouble for you, you could cut it I guess." The warmth increased tenfold at his words. Ember was confused at this. Why is.. feeling this way? When Ace turned to leave, she finally snapped out of it and put her energy sword away, and her stance was... Well it was still that of a person ready to move at any moment, but it wasn't as if she was about to snap at any minute. Her face was full of emotion, full of life, and she was so angelic.

"Ace, wait, please..." She stopped there, at a loss for words. It was then that she noticed that the dog was missing.

With the sudden disappearance of the dog, Ember was able to find her words again. "I apologize for my coldness, and it so seems your companion has gone missing." Her face was once again a cool mask that was somewhat more livelier then her face from before. She glanced at where the shouting had come from and saw... The dog with the two beings. "Your dog seems to have made some friends. Shall we go and retrieve him?" The 'We' slipped in, and she didn't know what that came from, but as she already said it, she may as well do so. She started striding toward the dog and two people.

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"What is it dog?"
"I know that you want....This what you want?"


Yes mister. You know mister yes. Champ once again pounced up onto his legs, clumsily snapping at the piece of meat in his hand and growling playfully; though he seemed to be quite careful about not accidently catching the strangers flesh. The canine finally managed to tug the food from his palm and ate it happily, appearing very satisfied and rather greatful of the gift. So good yes.

"Fatha? Where'd the dog come from?"
"He is awful cute though."


Champ stood to attention and raised his tail high, though did not begin reacting loudly like usual as she showed no signs of any aggression. Once she began petting him however he seemed to melt happily in her fingertips. Female so soft. Oh. He nudged closer into her shins, relaxed and panting happily, almost begging to be touched more. Soft hands yes.

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The fact that she did not answer his question about Gabriel made Ace somewhat curious. Though since she clearly did not want to talk about it and neither seemed in the mood to have anyone bother her, he let it drop. What made him even more curious was why she was so on edge? Of course the blonde could confirm from his memories that Ember was a trained killer, and her instincts made her somewhat this way, but this paranoia seemed rather extreme.

"Ace, wait, please..."

He halted around and turned to face the female, a smile automatically growing on his lips at the sight of her cooling her temper by quite a amount. He was both pleased for her sake and his own safety that she had adjusted. "Yeah? What is it?" Ace questioned softly.

"I apologize for my coldness, and it so seems your companion has gone missing."
"Your dog seems to have made some friends. Shall we go and retrieve him?"


"It's okay. Being honest I expect nothing but coldness in a world like this." The Neco told her, his voice turning rather low as is usually did with any mention of the war or on going violence. He hated what was happening. At her second comment the male scanned the area around him before letting quite quiet curse slip from under his breath; it was clear he did not particularly enjoy swearing but sometimes he did let his tongue slip. "Oh for crying out loud. He could get himself killed, or kill them! I actually don't know which is worse." He sighed while jogging after the brunette, Elk carcass pressing down on his spine. "CHAMP!..." Ace cried out as the pair headed in the strangers direction.

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The hall's heads turned at the same time alike predictors aiming for pray at the sound of a wounded animals. Oreron set his sighs on the man that had called him a beast and requested "non-violent business" with him. This made him roll his eyes as it sounded like the days where weapon makers were coming to discuss a new weapon that the clan had bought. He remembered that this lead to one of two things: Either the man that came insulted him and would up in the infermery within the moment or they were so frightened of him that they barely spoke while he gave his opinion of said weapon calmly and professionally as well. By the tone of his voice and the seeming mix of confidence and arrogance in the way he carried himself, not to mention the man looked very out of place in a forest no less, that the outcome might be close to the first.

On Owlsa's end, the sound of someone calling a foreign name was what turned her head toward that direction. Having now crouched down to give the dog a belly rub, she looked toward them and then to the dog and quickly connected the dots. "Looks like your man's here puppy." she said as she and Oreron looked back at each other.

"Let me deal with this clown. No one looks for a dead man with out a reason."

"Yeah, I think the dog belongs to that guy over there. I'll get it. By the way, that guy over is an ass." Owsla pointed toward William, which made the larger man raise his eyes in understanding. the both nodded to each other as they both stood and walked to their respective business.



Oreron got up to his feet and cracked his neck, his large stature coming to full form as he watched the blonde come forward. "Watch your words, I'm not in the mood for city folk." he said, his eyes scanning the other male up and down. I didn't realize that blonds were this common... by the look of this man, he was either overly confident that he could survive so far out from the city in his outfit and no gear that he was just that stupid or he was bluffing and had his weapons stashed somewhere else.

"I will warn you now. If you are here to take me in, I will fight to my dying breath. If you are here to take my maiden, then I will break you and leave you here for the ravens. If you are here to proposition me to rebuild the clan I brought to its knees than I have no interest. I just want to live my life without any other issue. Now what is it that you want Abrams?" he said, not only setting his terms clearly, but calling him out as well. He had a look of annoyance and irritability, dark rings under his eyes from days of no sleep, but it didn't stop him of letting out a low snarl.

"And before you roll out the red carpet for yourself, How I know is that you look like someone from Abrams that I put in the hospital years ago, either your uncle or your father since you look like them." he crossed his arms and cracked his head again waiting for a response.




Owsla stood and smiled as she stopped petting the German Shepard. When it came to animals, the larger ones almost always had her respect or her adoration in the case of her thinking they were cute. However, she was one for returning said animals to their owners. It wasn't like she was that heartless.

"Don't worry, your puppy's a sweetheart!" she called out walking towards them. She looked them both up and down, feeling a ping of familiarity from them. The female, she couldn't put her finger on, but the male screamed of someone she knew. Yes, he had the gold hair of the asshole that she had met earlier, but something made her feel...at home.

This made her walk right up to the male's face, living little space between him and herself as she tapped her foot in thought and purred. Then it hit her like a body blow from her father. She reeled back and wrapped her armed around him and the elk on his back, nearly lifting them both and laughing. "Goldie! How've ya been buddy?!" she exclaimed, squeezing his waist and nearly jumping in joy.

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Ember stopped a few meters away from the two people. A sense of familiarity hitting her when she looked at Oreron. It appears to be some sort of reunion for the three of us. "Don't worry, your puppy's a sweetheart!" she called out walking towards them. She turned her gaze on Owsla. Her hand twitched as if it had been going for her energy sword. It made her uncomfortable, to know that this creature could so easily kill Ace, but no do anything about it without causing trouble. She reeled back and wrapped her armed around him and the elk on his back, nearly lifting them both and laughing. "Goldie! How've ya been buddy?!" she exclaimed, squeezing his waist and nearly jumping in joy.

Instinct made Ember narrow her eyes, a silent crackle of energy making her take a step away from Ace. It would not be a great idea to lunge forward and slide a dagger into the girl's bac- Control yourself. Ember turned away from the happy couple beside her, as happiness always tended to be... uninteresting, repelling.. She glanced over at Oreron, and saw that he appeared to be dealing with someone he did not like. She slid away from Ace's side, knowing that at least the dog would warn her if someone was going to attempt to kill the blonde man, and over to Oreron's side.

"-either your uncle or your father since you look like them." he crossed his arms and cracked his head again waiting for a response.

Ember glanced at the reason for Oreron's sudden aggressive body language. He was a blonde, and from afar could easily be mistaken for Ace. Like twins- an Angel and a Demon. Now why would I compare him to Ace? He obviously has killed people. Nothing like the naive anime-like blonde boy over there. She didn't dare turn her back on the Devilish-Ace before her.

From his stance, she could tell he was fearless (at the moment), and arrogant as he appeared stupid enough to annoy Oreron. Ember didn't say anything as Oreron appeared to be handling himself just fine.

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Considering he had business with the woman's father, William had been benevolent enough to ignore what Owsla had stated as she dared point her finger at him. He briefly wondered if she had grown up in the forest with her manners, but upon thinking about it, he realized that technically that was true. More importantly, now that the man was standing up, his entire being visible, William could tell even more so that this man probably scared more than half his foes to death before actually killing them. That being said, William still felt caution and nothing more than that.

"Watch your words, I'm not in the mood for city folk." Oreron said before eyeing William with no intentions on hiding it, it seemed. William was confidently grinning, unfazed by this.

"I have no such intention of wasting much of your time, I assure you, General Hall."

Oreron continued. "I will warn you now. If you are here to take me in, I will fight to my dying breath. If you are here to take my maiden, then I will break you and leave you here for the ravens. If you are here to proposition me to rebuild the clan I brought to its knees than I have no interest. I just want to live my life without any other issue. Now what is it that you want Abrams? And before you roll out the red carpet for yourself, how I know is that you look like someone from Abrams that I put in the hospital years ago, either your uncle or your father since you look like them."

Clearly this man had dealt with people like William before. Well, perhaps 'similar' would be a better word, as nobody was 'like William Abrams', as you must know. Abrams let out a hearty laugh before replying. "In the Abrams family, members were only given money from their respective contracts, for the most part. So while 'the Abrams' were very wealthy as a family, only those who put effort into further improving the family name were paid. And, of course, if you made money some other way, you kept it to yourself.

If I recall correctly - which I certainly do - I am sure a great deal many people would pay handsomely, even now, for your capture, whether it be dead or alive. For those who didn't provide the family with revenue, that would be a very tempting catch..."
his tone almost sounded threatening, but went back to its arrogant and playful nature immediately. "I made a majority of the weapons that the Abrams produced since I was born unlike my uncle, so I do believe you're referring to him, since he was a poor individual within the family. As for myself, I have absolutely no interest in stirring up trouble with a renowned general if I needn't. What you and..." William, using all of his concentration and power not to outright insult the general's daughter, continued after a brief pause. "...your daughter do doesn't matter to me. I simply would like to ask a question or two."

Despite it being in the middle of a forest, next to a lake, and the hideout of a infamous general, William found this place to be a bit crowded. Firstly, there was this woman who seemed to be eyeing him as he talked to Oreron. She wasn't bad looking by any means, and something in his gut told him she wasn't delicate at all. Then, of course, was a blonde man whom seemed to be the owner of the dog that Owsla was petting when he arrived. He had what was probably going to be his dinner on his back and the gut feeling William got simply by glancing over the man was that he seemed to be the lacking in confidence, or so his stance and mannerisms told Abrams. Plus, there was to be the other two people from before if they were going to follow Owsla's directions. Too many people to deal with right now, so he might as well get over.

"I won't waste any more of your time, so tell me... Have you encountered anybody, or group attempting to get you to join them?" his tone dropped any playfulness it may have had before. It would be clear to anyone he was serious about this matter, but that was already obvious given that he was essentially grasping at straws to find information about them. "They're likely responsible for the murder of my family and the seizure of my estate. I am not well-versed in what groups still remain after the end of the war, but I assume any group that would attack the Abrams would want someone like you in their ranks."

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"Don't worry, your puppy's a sweetheart!"

Champ seemed to be pleased that his master had come back into view. He liked to know that Ace was safe and not in any kind of danger, even if it was his own fault for his human being alone by running off. He bumped his snout into his blondes shins earning somewhat of a half hearted scolding from the man before returning to the female that was petting him. Ace she so soft yes. Oh boy yes soft lady. "I'm sorry. He is too curious for his own g-" He began speaking but was soon cut off as he realized the voice was not that of the man he angered before hand, and even more so the feminine tone was pleasantly familiar.

"Owlsa..?" The man muttered quietly as he met eyes with his old friend. At exactly the same moment their faces lit up with a blissful emotion. Thank god she was alive and well, and it was only at this moment did Ace realize how much he had indeed missed the girl's company in his little cabin.

"Goldie! How've ya been buddy?!"


Goldie...Blondie. It only happened for a split second, but at the sound of a similar nickname his body seemed to flinch and his iris's seemed to gleam with all the memories of the past. Yes, the only person his missed more than his old friends in the cabin was dear old Jennifer, who he was certain he would never see again. Quickly Ace tried to shove aside his thoughts of the days long, long ago as he needed to focus on the present. "My little sunshine. It's so good to see you again!" He cried happily as he was about to scoop up Owlsa, before realizing...

Owlsa was not his little sunshine anymore..and she was naked.

Ace froze on the spot, dropping the corpse that leant on his spine as she pressed herself against him; he could do nothing as she embraced him but freeze. Slowly his face began to show signs of changing colour, before it finally looked like his blood had been lit aflame. His virgin mind could not think about anything but her large boobs pressed tightly against his chest and their hips pressed together. He sharply let out a gasp, as though he had been holding his breath.

"OWLSA. Y..you can't do that! Ow...lsa.." The blonde stammered clumsily, still red as a tomato. As he pushed away from her tight hug and moved his curious eyes from her. Once he stumbled backwards he leant his back forwards, clearly trying to hide the semi boner he was unable to tame. "Owlsa please! you can't do this to me! I'm a innocent man! DEAR GOD PLEASE PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!" It was a comical sight indeed, but from what he had heard from the conversation in the distance, he noticed who she was traveling with.

"I have no such intention of wasting much of your time, I assure you, General Hall."

Ace's eyes shone bright with a mixture of fear, relief and happiness. However the only thing he could think about was what her Father would do to him if he found out this old friend of hers had been having warm naked cuddles. "That's your Dad!? General!? Please come speak to me once you are decent. I guess we have some catching up to do." With that last sentence he went to join Ember at her side as she observed the pair converse.

"Ember?" He spoke before walking up behind her, as it was clear today she was incredibly on edge and ready to pounce for a kill at any second. Ace's face was still flushed a hot red colour and he continued to shuffle awkwardly on his feet. "I have learnt today I know nothing about girls." The man chuckled lightly, before observing her rather serious expression as she observed the situation ahead of her. "You have met Owlsa before back at my place. I remember the pair of you did not get along very much for some reason. It seems the feral man is in fact her Father, though I am not sure about the other guy."

"He looks like a bit of a brat to be fair. Though he does have my good looks doesn't he?" Ace said with a smirk as he observed the nameless stranger.

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Owlsa tilted her head to the side, obviously clueless to why Ace was so flustered. "It's just skin and meat. What's so wrong-" She was then cut off by his request to put some clothes on and him walking away. She rolled her eyes. "Still just meat and skin I say. Don't know why he's so uptight about it." She grumbled to herself, as she went to collect her hides and armor.

Oreron on the other hand was visibly annoyed and bored at the same time. To him, his threats were empty and his tone made him want to break his face to be very, very blunt and the way he paused when he mentioned Owsla made him raise a brow. However, no matter how much he wanted to mop the dirt with this blondes face, he could not help but to feel his plight having lost his own mate in the war. This also didn't the fact that he was hungry and the smell of a fresh kill was under his nose.

"My deepest sympathies for the loss of your family and may the Old Woman take them where they need to go. As for bandits or groups that wanted to take me and my maiden in for something like that. I can name a few. The Black Furies, the Valadrons, and Xelcon's raiders, however the largest of these three didn't have the manpower or resources to pull off something like that. Two of them only wanted My maiden because she is known in the wastes for killing them off. And the last because they were an offshoot of a clan that I encountered years ago." he said, raising his arm to scratch the back of his head and the other to cough as his throat was starting to strain a bit.

However, from looking down, he noticed that two people stood right next to him. One of them having a voice he clearly remembered. Albeit, deeper than years before. "I seem to -cough- have attracted -cough, cough- an audience." he said, covering his mouth. He lent down over the other blonde, sniffing his hair to make sure it was who he thought. Even if he looked like an animal for doing this. "Yes, I remember you. You called me an it before." he said point blank to him as he looked back up. He noticed a dead elk laying on the ground and licked his lips visibly. "Now if you kindly. I hunger and it seems like there's a prize worth sharing."

"That was his first!" Owsla called out, now fully dressed and with the fishy spear in hand. Oreron hunched in disappointment and made a audible whine like a canine. Owsla latched on the blue eyed blonde and smiled wide. "Unless you're willing to share. Whadoya say? Nyah?~" she purred before looking over at the other woman. She blinked, obviously not having any memory of the long haired woman at all and waved while ignoring the red eye'd blonde. "Hoi. How's it goin?" She simply said as Oreron started to hang the deer on a tree branch be the legs.

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Ember heard what William was saying to Oreron, but did not show any outward emotion, except for a sudden glint in her eyes. The look quickly faded when Ace sauntered over. "I have learnt today I know nothing about girls." She couldn't help but snort at this, "Girls are childish, impulsive and are easy to fall quickly in and out of love. If you know nothing about girls, you obviously have never been in the company of a woman." Ember's attention quickly went back to Oreron and William's conversation as Ace had interrupted her concentration... and only to turn her gaze back on Ace's face.

"You have met Owlsa before back at my place. I remember the pair of you did not get along very much for some reason. It seems the feral man is in fact her Father, though I am not sure about the other guy." At this she couldn't help but smile amusingly at Ace, as if talking to a forgetful child. "It appears Oreron-" She flicked her gaze at Oreron and back to Ace "-Is Owsla's father, or do you not remember Oreron?"

"He looks like a bit of a brat to be fair. Though he does have my good looks doesn't he?" Ace said with a smirk. She ignored that and quickly turned back to the current events.. that were quickly changing. She had already missed Oreron's reply to William, and now Owsla was talking to Ember. She quickly dismissed the girl before speaking to Ace, "I suggest you be a gentleman Ace and share a meal with the Halls. I'll be back later today."

With that said, she turned and walked away from them. Her long brown hair lifted by a passing breeze. That was overwhelming. That entire conversation with Ace, and being around people that weren't enemies was practically the only social adventure she's had outside of her work. It was... too peaceful, too much for her at the moment.

As soon as she was back in the tree-line, her posture changed back to that of a frustrated predator. She needed to -as modern humans say it nowadays- blow off some steam and that could only come in the form of fighting someone. If only there were some punching bags around. She continued walking, her stride full of purpose, her hair flowing out behind her like a cloak.

When she was far out from where Ace was, she heard a scream and couldn't help but be glad about it. Ember turned and made her way to where the screams were coming from and when she arrived at the scene she smiled. There were four guys, and two victimes, a girl and her mother. Three of the thugs were throwing the mother back and forth between them, and the girl was being held back by another. Ember made her presence known when one of the men threw a punch at the mother. She caught it in her fist just before it connected with the old women's cheek. "What the!" The man with his fist in Ember's hand tried pulling his hand back... And got it back as Ember drove his own fist into his face. Blood squirted from his nose as he fell onto his back.
The other men quickly forgot about their victims and focused their attention on Ember, an Angel of Massacre. The nickname fit her at the moment as her hair was split down her back a breeze lifting them, making it look like she did have weings.

Her newly found victims were so awestruck that they didn't even attempt to run when she turned and threw a backward roundhouse kick at the closest thug, knocking him unconscious. By the time he hit the floor, Ember had already dispatched the other two simply by touching them. She closed her eyes. A deadly mistake.

The thug she had hit with his own fist was back on his feet. He pulled out a plasma pistol and shot at Ember. She gasped as her armour took the hits, it's surface crackling with blue ribbons of electricity. "I was going to leave you and your pals alive, but I change my mind." With a quick movement she pulled out a dagger and let it fly. An audible thump filled the air as the dagger hit the man in his forehead, dead center, the body fell to the ground.

Ember killed the others with a few precise shots to the head with her assault rifle. She felt nothing over her actions. She felt nothing but the fire burning through her veins recede. The small fight was over, the fire that brought her to life was no longer needed.

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"Girls are childish, impulsive and are easy to fall quickly in and out of love. If you know nothing about girls, you obviously have never been in the company of a woman."


Ace turned to Ember and blinked a few times in confusion, before letting out a awkward round of laughter. This conversation was quite rough on his poor damned heart. "I mainly have been in the company of females over these years, I guess I am just naive or have never witnessed anyone ever fall in love with me or anyone else for that matter." He explained with a deep exhale of air.

"-Is Owsla's father, or do you not remember Oreron?"

"Wait I have met this guy before?!" He questioned, clearly quite worrisome and surprised. As the feral man who Ace still considered a stranger approached he shuffled behind Ember and nuzzled into her shoulder, seemingly trying to escape like a shy child, yet the man kept on coming. She was a strong and powerful woman, and it seemed she respected him enough to not let him die at this Neco's hand. He sniffed at his gold locks like some kind of creature, not that he could see what he was doing as the Neco had closed his eyes tightly.

"Yes, I remember you. You called me an it before."

Ace stumbled backwards, trying to read his expression but he did not unnecessarily seem greatly offended by this, it was more a statement than anything. "What!? No? I don't recall meeting you. I just know I looked after your daughter for quite a while in the past. I am Ace Tyrant Sir." He introduced himself with a gentle bow, trying to be as polite as possible but his voice still shook terror and nervousness.

"Now if you kindly. I hunger and it seems like there's a prize worth sharing."
"That was his first!"
"Unless you're willing to share. Whadoya say? Nyah?~"


The blonde could not help but blush slightly at how adorable Owlsa was being. "I don't want to carry the bloody thing back home anyway. We can eat as a group if you like. Just make sure Champ gets his fill too." Ace said in a joyful tone as the canine leaped around happily at the idea of more food. The shepherd had seemed to take a particular liking to the Halls and so plopped his fat butt next to Oreron, waiting patiently.

"I suggest you be a gentleman Ace and share a meal with the Halls. I'll be back later today."

As Ember turned to leave, he lightly grasped her arm. His face fell into a frown but yet he knew his simple words or strength would not be able to keep her here. "Come back safe." Ace told her before releasing the girl.

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"I see..."

William looked just the smallest bit disappointed by Oreron's response, though he knew that it was more than likely he wouldn't get the answer he wanted. Assuming that Oreron's information was correct, then known local groups wouldn't have had the manpower to do something as bold as assault the Abrams. So then, what was it? Who could possibly have a reason to murder the Abrams, much less create a small army to do so? There must be some explanation, and it would be best to find out the whose and whats before he confronted them. A certain Sun Tzu quote came to his mind. He really needed to know his enemy.

"I seem to -cough- have attracted -cough, cough- an audience." the beastly general coughed before, oddly, smelling the young man beside him for whatever reason.

Abrams did his best to ignore that. "So it would seem."

The man that Oreron had decided to sniff was the blonde boy similar to William. He could only remind William of an innocent teenager before the war, who hadn't much to worry about, or so the boy's disposition made it seem. Perhaps it wouldn't be right for William to call the other blonde a boy, but the way he acted evoked that sort of title for him, and until he got an official introduction - if he got one - that is how William would call him. Anyway, alongside him was the woman from before, who gave off a completely different air. One William did not particularly care for, at that. Whatever was going on, it was made fairly clear these people all knew each other in one way or another.

"I am thankful for the information, General Oreron." William stated, though he wasn't sure if the man was even paying attention to him at this point. He seemed very interested in the carcass. Though the sight of a dead animal did not elicit the grumble of hunger in his stomach, William recalled that he had not eaten for quite some time now, so he'd wind up becoming hungered sooner or later. Perhaps he should eat? As the woman was leaving the group, William decided to at least snack on something. He had had it saved for quite some time. Well, a few of them. What were they? Well, a treat in these times

--- Chocolate.

A bar of chocolate found its way into William's hands after he retrieved it from The Pocket, his small-but-convenient device for storage. Taking a bite, he decided to investigate one more matter here before he would depart, as it had been nagging him for quite some time, ever since the boy arrived.

William approached Ace, the other blonde, as he snacked on the bar of dark gold with one hand. He did not immediately speak, but instead gave the older blonde a look over with his eyes for a bit longer than what might be considered comfortable. His eyes traced up the man's body, down it, back up, then stayed around his face for another moment before he finally turned away, looking in Owsla's direction. "Is this the man you mistook me for?" he then looked back at Ace.

"She wasted no time at all molesting myself. Would you happen to be her lover, perhaps?"

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"You know you didn't have to do that to me." The man from earlier glared at Ember as he reached for a glass of water. His hand shook and the water sloshed onto his chest plate. Ember noticed these things and that he was watching her more closely, as if she were going to pull out a gun on him any second. It was slightly funny, but then Ember wouldn't know this. She just held out her hand and in response, the man handed her a bag full of civilian clothes, food, vitamins, water, and some more weapons.

Usually she didn't take these from her suppliers but she was probably going to be around Ace for awhile. And from what she could see, he mostly hunted for his meals and she had no problem with this, but eating venison could get tiring. That and she had another reason. Something that was currently hiding in her back piece.

"I believe a 'Thank You' is in order." Ember sent an icy look at her supplier and he froze. She rolled her eyes, "Whatever." I should have killed the twit.

She shouldered the bag and began her way back to where she had left Ace. On the walk she thought of the thugs she'd killed.
She had dumped all of them in a ditch that had been a ways from the road. There had been nothing on them except a few plasma pistols, bubblegum, and some knives. All useless to her, well, except for the bubblegum. Which she was now chewing on as she deviated from the road and into a close knit group of trees.

Ember removed her armour. The process didn't take long, and in a few short minutes she was standing there naked. She quickly got dressed. In a few minutes she was wearing a black leather jacket, some gray jeans, and a simple white shirt. Her hair was also braided and entwined with a black ribbon. The braid ended mid-thigh, was thick and looked more like it belonged on a dressage horse then a person.

After that small stop to change clothing she began her way back to Ace. It took her awhile, but she made it back to them and found that nothing had really changed. Except Ace's body language and expression was screaming Awkward and Uncomfortable. She raised an eyebrow at this, and drily said, "Yes, he definitely took advantage of your girl. I was witness to their screams of passion." She noticed the chocolate and before she could say anything a black blob slid out from her boot and took the shape of something akin to a hamster, but with long rabbit ears and it's feet were more like cat paws. It bounced over to Williams climbed up his leg and was on the blond devil's shoulder holding a newly stolen piece of chocolate in no time. It began nibbling on the chocolate, ignoring everyone but the prized possession in it's paws. Ember made a small noise at the back of her throat, as if waiting for something bad to happen.

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"Is this the man you mistook me for?"

The stranger who had similar aspects to himself questioned Owlsa. Ace took a good look this new male and understood how she could have mistaken the pair, though still it was pretty obvious by the way he spoke and held himself that they were in fact completely different. Ace really did hope he did not come across as a massive tool like that guy seemed to be. He pulled at carcass and cooked his meat, before taking a hearty bite and throwing small raw chunks to Champ whom happily wolfed then down beside Oreron. So gooood.

"She wasted no time at all molesting myself. Would you happen to be her lover, perhaps?"
"NO! He's an old friend that took care of my wounds two winters ago. Nothing else!"


"Wh...What?" It took the blonde man a second or too to allow what he had just stated to sink into his mind. Once he did his face flushed a bright crimson and he began frantically waving his arms. "WHAT? No! Me and Owlsa are old friends! No nonoonnono." He stammered over the top of Owlsa also crying out her response. Those she seemed more angered by the accusation than embarrassed. After things had seemed to have settled down a little Ace turned to this new Neco and decided to try befriending him even those he made a bad first judgment, still is was always better to make a friend than a foe. He offered his hand out to shake with a polite smile. "I'm Ace Tyrant. Who might you be?"

"Two winters ago, my little cub would have been 15 summers."
"You didn't take advantage of my little girl now? Did ya?"


"NO. NO." He began yelling, tucking his head into his hands as he repeated the same thing over and over. Ace tried to cool his face but all attempts were a failure. When he lifted his eyes to meet with Orerons, it was clear he was scared but also rather annoyed that he would make this accusation. As much as he did respect the man he did jump to conclusions far too quickly. Though Ace could not doubt that he did not care for his girl in the best of ways. "I did NOT touch your Daughter! Plus do you really think I am a pervert?!" He rejected also refusing to so much as look in the direction of Owlsa.

"Yes, he definitely took advantage of your girl. I was witness to their screams of passion."

Ace basically flopped his face into the ground and began half sarcastically sobbing. By the seems of it Ember had returned from where ever she had wandered to and had decided to have her input on the conversation. "I'M A VIRGIN I'M A VIRGIN! I'M A VIRGIN!" He began screaming, more happy to admit it at this point than any other. For someone his age it was somewhat a weird thing, yet it seemed likely if you paid attention to his personality type. He lifted his face to scowl at Ember yet he could not quite manage it as he was overwhelmed with shock at her casual and beautiful appearance. "You look so lovely." He said softly. It was not meant to come across as flirty or anything, more just pure honesty. It was pleasant to see Ember out of her battlegear, it helped Ace view her as something more human.

The woman released a small rabbit like creature beside the group which seemed to be extremely fond of the blonde strangers chocolate; it stole a piece before resting on his shoulder, ignoring the Necos. "Is that to eat? What is tha-?" Ace began to question before he was silenced by Champ leaping to his feet, abandoning the meal and prancing around the man and the new fluffy creature. He barked loudly, bouncing back and forth, lunging and snapping wildly. "Champ stop!" His master demanded but the German Shepard continued to leap about. I DON'T LIKE IT ACE WHAT IS THAT YES "Stop." YES ACE ITS GOING TO KILL US IF WE DON'T STOP IT. "Champ I swear to god." IT NEEDS TO BE DESTROYED.

Eventually Ace had to pin down his canine friend and hold him at his side by his collar.

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"NO! He's an old friend that took care of my wounds two winters ago. Nothing else!"

If anything, William was confused as to why he received such hostility for asking the question. Part of him did want to just assume that it was because she was less civilized than a normal peasant, but considering the other blonde-man's reaction, perhaps this was some sort of taboo amongst them? Did people honestly not enjoy speaking about lovers that much? He couldn't imagine why, when it was such a nice thing to boast about. William had done it at the few parties he had attended with other people of renown, rare as it may have been. And quite honestly, he was almost unsure as to whether or not he'd have been able to talk about each and every single one of the woman he had bedded even if he had gone to every single event he had been invited to. There were just so many, as none ever remained with him for long. Perhaps these people were the sort that thought relationships should be more reinforced and intimate? The beet-red face of the man told William that he was embarrassed beyond all belief, and Abrams couldn't think of another reason why. These people must just be odd ones.

Well, they were odd ones.

It appeared as though some form of misunderstanding or conflict was about to arise from the situation, as Oreron had joined in, interrogating the frail blonde man with a look that could kill most. Most people couldn't bear that kind of pressure from someone like Oreron, who was known for his military deeds. Most importantly, was what Oreron did in the meantime. William did enjoy his chocolate very much so, which is why he made sure to get some whenever he could, and it certainly wasn't easy these days, so when Oreron reached down, without permission, and stole a piece of the tasty treat, William was obviously irked greatly at such a bold and disrespectful maneuver. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be breathing a bit oddly, deeper, perhaps in an attempt to calm himself down. However, this attempt only failed as without fail, someone else robbed him of the delicious treat. Or, well, 'something' else.

At this point, William either had not heard the woman who returned's instigation, or he simply did not care about it. He was concentrating on not losing his temper, but unfortunately, he had dealt with a lot of things today, and the last straw had been a while ago, when Owsla had hugged him from behind. Far from a peaceful, zen-like face, his expression twisted into that of anger and irritation, betraying the two emotions most prominent right now. Had this been a cartoon, we might've seen steam coming from his ears and his head boiling. But though neither of those two things happened, he did, in fact, explode.

"What is with you heathens? I hadn't expected much in form of civility from you all, but this blatant disrespect and thievery makes me wonder why I even bothered to hold you above animals in the first place!" he boomed, every ounce of his annoyance leaking into each and every syllable. William threw his arm back at a nearby tree, and in the process, leaving quite fist-sized crater in the trunk, as Alexander's arm had appeared in the middle of the action.

Again, he was quite pissed someone took his chocolate.

William took a few deep breaths again, oncemore trying his hardest to regain his composure. He... somewhat succeeded. But he was still very much angry. How dare they take that which he had treasured? What right had they to steal the one of his chocolate bars, that he had earned! Well, he managed to find this at the last thing resembling an actual city he had visited, so more like 'bought', but anyway, he would not tolerate this any longer. He made up his mind and decided he had had enough of these people, their disrespect, their warmed-out virginity, and that stupid dog. "I have no more reasons to deal base-court peasants anymore." Abrams spoke simply with his patience visibly worn out. Whatever had stolen his chocolate, the rabbit-cat-thing, had likely jumped off his shoulder when he swung it towards the tree. So, there was no worry as he departed without a word away from the camp. There was no way in hell that he would even think about dealing with them any longer. They were simply frustrating.

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Abrams had, after some walking, eventually settled down quite a bit, though thinking about them and what they did would certainly bring his blood to boil, so he had not time to reflect on the fact he still mimicked medieval speech when he was truly upset, a side-effect of studying too much about the lore of famous weapons and the like when he had needed to know about even the oldest of weaponry. Oh well, that was quite an embarrassing side to him, though he would never bring himself to admit such.

Time had come and gone like that. He returned down the same path he had made earlier, as he was intending to head to a rumored city when he originally was impeded by Owsla and the others. Sooner or later, he had found himself standing in front of the very same desolate village, but something was amiss.

New bodies littered the area.

A chill shot up his spine. These men weren't just killed, they were obliterated.

---- killed without a chance.

Death by crushing their skull.
Death by blowing them away.
Death by forgoing mercy.

There were but three new casualties, but William could see that none of these were 'usual'. They were overpowered by something, someone, and brutally - but efficiently - executed. "Pain" likely wasn't ever even felt during these men's last moments. The clean wound left no room for survival and no room for last thoughts. They were simply 'dead' before they even knew what had hit them ---- literally.

And amongst these corpses, these deceased human beings.... was a figure.

An armored figure.

An armored, familiar figure.

An armored, familiar, yet somehow different figure.

An Alexander, but not.

"... Alexander!"

One word; a name. The very name of his own armored suit was called immediately. Whatever this thing was, it had to be taken as a threat. Who would dare attempt to mimick William's work? They would pay for this, he would make sure.

The armor once more embraced the young man known as William Abrams, cloaking his brilliant figure in a dark, metallic skin. He wielded no weapons as of yet, but that would not impeded him in the slightest. The thoughts about the occurance from earlier were completely wiped, replaced by the entirety of his concentration being focused upon this figure, this imposter.

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Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Ember Wolfe Character Portrait: Owsla Hall Character Portrait: Oreron Hall Character Portrait: William Abrams
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Oreron and Owsla Hall

The sheer reaction of blue eye's denial and outright admission of being untouched was more than enough for the large Neco to nod and return to the calm state was normally. However, before returning to deboning the meat-sack of deer, the feeling of seething hate started to to eminate from him once more.

"What is with you heathens? I hadn't expected much in form of civility from you all, but this blatant disrespect and thievery makes me wonder why I even bothered to hold you above animals in the first place!"
"I have no more reasons to deal base-court peasants anymore."

Oreron turned toward William's direction, not only his eyes full of malice and bearly contained rage, but the whites of his eyes were slowly turning black. He turned back, watching him leave, and pinched the bridge of his nose and started to mutter something. "Let him go, Wisdom comes to those who are...accepting." He growled as he literally tore the last of the bones from the deer's body, leaving nothing but a meat bag.

Owsla's face remained red, not even attempting to even look a ace for the time being. However, there was one matter that had to be dealt with.

Deer head.

It was descared to the side, antlers chopped off and thrown into some unknown wilderness somewhere. At the very least, there must have been some good pickings in the head. Without a seconds thought, She placed the head into the center of the fire as Oreron started to stretch the now boneless deer over the fire. "We're not heathens." Owsla spat as she used the tip of her knife to shovel ash onto the head and fur of the carcus to burn off the fur. "He came to us and he knew what would happen. Don't know why he's so wound up about some measly piece of sweet." She snarled, only to have a Oreron pat her on the shoulder. "Those outside the blood don't understand us as well." He said, his voice starting to grow raspy and causing him to cough again.