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Oreron Hall

"You see, you lay a hand on my daughter and she doesn't finish you...I will."

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

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Oreron Hall



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❝They once called me General, Beast, Monster. I will show why if you cross me.❞

Iorn | Woodkid



▐ The basics▐



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★Name★
Oreron Hall

☀Age☀
38

♀Gender♂
Male

♥Sexuality and relationship status♥
Possibly bisexual, widowed and not looking

∞Race∞
Homoneco

☁Personality☁
Oreron is a man that would rather let his actions speak than his words. However, these actions mostly boil down to savage murder if it is to someone that has deeply crossed him. Most times he is quite content to watch from a distance, now that he is a father again. However, this does not mean he is oblivious to whatever is around him, he is constantly on alert even in the safest of places due to a long stint of paranoia.

If angered; At his worst, Oreron is a bloodthristy monster. Killing for the sake of death itself and the rush of ending another necos life so that his own may continue. it is not uncommon for him and his daughter to be covered in the blood of other neco who tried to ambush them. At best, he is VERY intimidating to nearly everyone aside from his daughter who is almost always nearby if not next to him. His authoritative manner that was left over from the war as a survival instinct, and is not above giving orders to those he believes needs it.

For those that have gained his trust, he is a very pleasant man to be around. A gentile giant and very playful as he often play fights with his daughter, Owsla and anyone else who wishes to join. Often times helping out without a second word and giving his part to a camp if needed through hunting.




▐ Aesthetics▐



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♞Body build♞
Oreron, although starting to pass his prime, is what one would call the pinnacle of the neco kind. Toned, well built and standing at a very tall 6'11". To say anything about him is that standing near would nearly dwarf any man.

☪Face description☪
Oreron has a very hard face, angular and more wolfish if one would say so. However, the one thing that stands out is the massive scar that reaches from ear to ear as if he had been slashed across his mouth.

☭clothing/armour/markings/extras☭
Other than scars that riddle his entire body, his normal clothing outside of his armor is just a simple tunic and slik pants. on the rare occations that his hair is done in a tail, he does have a pair of bone rods that keep it in place.

▲Pets/none weaponry devices▲
This armor is his pride and joy (less so that his girl) and was hand built in the war. It is dented, scared and very well used, but still functions as a stealth suit and battle armor. It is meant for him to crawl on all fours as to increase agility.



▐ Skills and flaws▐



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✘ Weapons ✘
As of this moment, his weapons are whatever he can get his hands on, his bare hands and on occation, his daughter's knife.

/Defense\
As stated in non-weaponry devices.

☠Skills and techniques ☠
+Blacksmith: Oreron is very skilled in the old ways of armor making as well as the new. Often being able to clean and sharpen the rusted and dullest of blades and fix many kinds of armor as well as evaluate it.
+Tech mechanic: Due to his time in the war, he learned the in and outs of many kinds of techology and new kinds can be quickly replicated by him if he can get the parts for them. Same goes for fixing said tech.
+ Stealth: His and his daughter are very skilled in stealth kills and ambushes due to the fact that they usually hunt to put food on the table.
+Hand to hand combat: Fighting Oreron one on one is a near death sentence due tot he fact that he not only fights dirty, but at times fights to kill and dominate his opponent. He fights more like an animal than a normal neco.


✂Flaws✂
Where to begin...other than the fact that oreron (and his bloodline) have the worse tempers in existance, his voice suffers from disuse and often must clear his throat or drink something to keep him from sounding like he is growling and hissing his words. He also has a habit of not talking to people that give off a bad intention and often prefers a swift answer (usually a snarl or a swift punch in the face) to get his point across. While not suffering these as much, he does often have nightmares of his past life. He is also a strict meele fighter, so he can't do much unless you give him an opperotunity to get right up in your face.
Another, albeit a funny one, is that he's lost all manner of social cadence other than being polite. He is a savage, will shovel food into his maw with reckless abandon if a buffet is put out in front of him, burp when he feels like it, walk on all fours outside of his armor at his leisure and generally look out of place among city dwellers. Let alone the social elite.




▐ The past and present▐



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♚Basic history♚
Oreron is a well-known and very feared general of a large neco clan back in the war. Known for dispising fear in all it's forms, it was said that he rip the necks open of subordenates that refused a command. At this time he showed no remorse to the enemy, Neco or Sapian.

That is until one Neco stole his heart. A neco woman from the opposite side that he had fought. Both of them leaving each other badly wounded, but smitten with the other. The caused a sort of long term game of going off with one another during days where there was little fighting and soon abandoned their clans to be with one another; seeing that there was more to mindless death and desruction. For a few years afterwards they lived in a small village where neco and sapian lived in peace and soon had a child together.

But this peace did not last long. Both of their clans came, making the village their battleground and found the two, Kalleeen heavily pregnant in Oreron's arms. He fought them off as best as he could but was soon overwhelmed by sheer numbers and forced to watch as they killed his mate and tore out his child from her belly. He soon fell uncounsious as he was tortured for his treason and left to die with his mate. But he still lived, mourning the murder of his mate and the kidnapping of his daughter; he burned her body and scattered in the winds and took vengeance upon both clans by killing them off squad by squad in the wastelands. This earned him the name of the beast of the wastes.

After this, he wandered the land in search of his daughter, meeting other necos and sapians along the way until he was literally blindsided by her attack. She thought he was a souldier, but one look at her eyes and he knew, taking her into his arms and not letting go.

Since then, they've been living off the land as nomads since he is well known and staying in one place for too long could spell trouble for the both of them.


♛History with the war including thoughts♛
Oreron was a general of one of the largest clans and looking back on that time, he feels shame for what he has done. Fighting in the war against his fellow Neco as well as his own genetic ancestors, along with loosing his mate because of it has effected him in ways that had once left him a bloodthristy monster bent on killing to purge his own demon. Ones that he still carries to this day even with finally being a father to the daughter he once lost. He sees the sapians as his ancestors and will not harm one if he can help it. Even going out of his way to help those in need. However, he is much more hostile to neco who cling to the war days of killing without reason, and is not above killing such a neco.

♫Events to note so far in the RP♫
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~Other~
-Cities make him nervous, an emotion that he doesn't show much anymore. Not because of the noise or the size of said city, but because of so many people in one play as well as all the lights.
-Oreron has a massive sweet tooth. Best way to bribe him is by giving them both chocolate.



So begins...

Oreron Hall's Story

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Ace went back to his room and also treated himself to a hot shower in the cabins other bathroom. He was always someone to do nothing productive what so ever in the shower and just stand there until it shrivelled his skin and washed his hair. He was still very much like a teenage boy despite being a few years over.

"FOOD'S UP! GET IT WHILE IT'S HOT AND HERE!"

The blonde leaped in the air at the sound of Oreron's booming roar and so slipped on the showers slippery ground, once again clumsily smacking his head with a violent thud. "OWWWWW......Co...Coming!" Ace yelled as a reply as he stumbled out of the shower and pulled on a white shirt and jeans over his still damp body, causing the material to stick to his chest rather flatteringly. He also ruffled his hair with a towel but as he left the room it was still just as damp.

As he entered the kitchen he politely smiled seeing everyone there and well. "Morning~" Ace greeted the group. Champ briefly pounced up to his master, forcing his palm to pat him before returning to the ever loving Owsla and his meal. Her soft hands seemed much more pleasant than Ace's after all. He followed his canine with his eyes before having them land upon the white haired girl and her new found...admirer. His eyes were securely locked on her body and it made Ace's blood boil, not even with jealousy, he was more having a protective spur. After all she was still his little girl. Just before the stranger lie his head upon the table the blonde haired man heavily placed his hand on his shoulder and gripped it tight. "Who's your friend Ember?" He said, turning to her for some kind of explanation with a pleading expression. He was rather uncomfortable with this man being in his house and just hoped she knew how to keep her friends in order.

"Good morning,"

"Ah Jenn!" Ace smiled, laughing softly at her choice in clothing before walking to her side to lead her to a seat at the other side of the room away from others. "You look adorable. Sorry I don't have anything that would fit you better. I'll get you some food." He said lightly, as though trying his best to please her and make her feel welcome but it came across as more awkward than flattering. He made his way towards Oreron to collect two more bowls of stew before taking a seat alongside Jenn. "Thanks for making this Oreron, you did not have to."

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The Blondie guided her to a chair, and placed food in front of her before she could even say another word. She was as far from the people, she noticed, as she could casually be, but she still tucked tightly into herself, ankles crossed tightly, shoulders nearly up to her ears, hands clasping each other fiercely. Today could be the day they decided to kill her. The day they decided she wasn't worth the effort, the time, the resources. She wondered if she'd even resist the blade they'd slash across her throat.

She raised her hands up to her neck protectively, fingers running across a scar there, feeling the ridges and bumps calmly. She'd almost been murdered. A slice across the throat should have killed her. But it didn't. She didn't know why. In fact, she didn't know why she hadn't been killed by any of the injuries that had left her scarred. Her arms, legs, chest and back were covered in soft scars, her forearms braided with harsh burn marks, her throat forever slashed by the remnant of that violent act. But she was still there, alive, sitting in the kitchen, a bowl of stew that smelled of spices and heat and made her mouth water before her.

It occurred to her that she was, in fact, incredibly hungry. She hadn't eaten in days, since the men sent her on her way. With a quiet bow of her head to the man that had carried her yesterday, she quickly dug into the food, spoonful after spoonful filling her stomach as fast as she dared to eat. She had to pause a few times to pant, let her tongue cool, before resuming her rapid feeding pace. Having the Blondie sit beside her was...comforting, though she felt some tug at the back of her mind to slow down, eat like a lady, like the men had taught her to. But she was too hungry to really stop eating, so she shushed the voice, and finished her food before letting out a contented sigh.

Sitting back, she pulled her knees up onto the chair, and let her bright eyes fall on the Blondie at her side. She wanted to smile. But she knew if she tried, that it would look empty. And sad. And he would get that unhappy look on his face, and he would stop smiling. And she never wanted him to stop smiling. Because when he smiled at her, even just for a moment, even though his eyes still screamed sadness, it felt a little like forgiveness for anything she might have done.

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Owlsa and Oreron Hall

Oreron watched the tyrant boy as he and the other girl walked in. His hands where shaking as he lifted the bowl of meat and stew to his lips and drank. Just being in the presence of someone who reaked this much of the old war very nearly made him want to spill blood. But still, he knew very well that his line where like sharks to blood. Letting Owsla go into a frenzy here would not only be irresponsible, but dangerous for all involved.

"Do not thank me, Tyrant. Owsla made it." The larger neco muttered as he snapped a chunk of meat into his mouth. He looked over at his daughter and watched as she was seemingly facinated with this new person. He could hear her purring as she circled around him and started playing with his odd colored hair. He snorted and took another drink as he played his sights on the other female.

He remembered this one very well. A female that, at one time, was capable to take care and fend for herself. It was years since he had met her and now seeing her made him think. "What happened to you, Mafo?" He said as quietly as he could but his voice still rummbled deeply as if it had come from the earth itself. "Once a proud neco that my wife would have been proud to meet. Now nothing more than a lamb." He placed a finger under his chin as if to inspect her face. His eye were calm, the kind watching patiently for prey to come by so he could snatch it up. The curiosity of this transformation he would soon figure out.




Owsla circled the man serveral times before going back to champ upon noticing that her father now set his attention on the girl. "Hey! Ace!" she called as she got herself another bowl of stew. "How do you know her? Dad seems to have taken an instrest in her." He purred as if asking a different sort of question. Owsla looked down at Champ and gave him a quick ruffle on the top of his head before coming back up. "You know. Dad has told me stories about the war when he finally found me. Things that his clan did to keep prisoners in line like and made them the shell of who they once were." The girl took a somber tone as she watched her father inspect Jennifer as if she were someone imprisoned by his command. "And with this guy here, he might just leave to wander and clear his head for a bit."

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Jennifer turned her gaze to the man across the table, his stare burning holes into her by the second. She wondered what he saw in her eyes; sadness? Perhaps fear? Or nothing, a blank tundra of blue and white, a glacier of nothing, no life within, no fire, no heat. That's what she was after all. She was nothing. She was a bed heater, a decorative vase, a body to use when the men felt so inclined. She wasn't anything to actually look at. She was a tool.

But he looked at her in a way that made her muscles tighten, like she was worth a look that said I see you. I know you. I found you. She opened her mouth, shut it again, and shook her head once. "I am as I was meant to be," her voice broke as she spoke, her eyes wavering, but always coming back to look the man in the eye, "that's all." That's all she could truly say. That's what had been taught to her. She was this way, because this was the way for her to be all along, the way James had always wanted her to be. And James was her closest companion. Had been. Before she'd murdered him.

She wants to say more, wants to know why he asks, why he looks her in the eyes, why he cares, when the warrior-woman breezes in. Immediately, her arms begin to prickle, her brow scrunches, her jaw locks in concentration. Something is not right. This is not how she is. She is never this sparrow, flitting from one person to the next, voice velvet and unnatural. The warrioress runs her fingers through the Blondie's locks, and Jennifer feels a spark of something in her gut; it feels a lot like anger. She tightens her hands into fists, fixes her empty tundra eyes on the woman, and watches each and every movement, studies the way her arms turn, her lips curl, her eyes flicker.

For a moment, it is like Jennifer is all better. Like she is cured of whatever emptiness has held her captive. A dark predatory sense washes through her body, and she tenses as though to stand. An errant jolt of pain pounds through her teeth, and she exhales as though punched in the belly, and releases her muscles, falling back into the defensive pose she has inhabited all morning. Still, something is wrong with the other woman. And the other man has yet to return.

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"Do not thank me, Tyrant. Owsla made it."

"Ah." Ace smiled lightly, turning to the white haired girl before correcting himself. "Well thank you Owlsa. It's just a shame you never made food when it was just me and you eh?" He laughed, but his eyes were cocky as though there was some facts behind his comment. He ate the food with good manners and did not leave a drop. It was quite enjoyable.

Jenn ate in a way that was the complete opposite to himself, but he could understand why. Due to the state they had found her in, her almost malnourished body and the lack of knowledge about what had happened to her he had a good guess about how starving she was. As their eyes met he simply smiled, wishing that he could read her thoughts or at least have them written down in a very thick and detailed book.

"Once a proud neco that my wife would have been proud to meet. Now nothing more than a lamb."
"I am as I was meant to be,"


The conversation between Oreron and Jennifer then erupted. It was a simple enough conversation that Ace himself was building himself up to attempt, still her answers were quite dissatisfying. They did not explain anything, but if she did not wish to explain he would not push her or allow anyone else to either.

"Hey! Ace!"
"How do you know her? Dad seems to have taken an interest in her."


Taken quite an interest in her. Ace could not help but have his expression fall into a harsh frown that was cold and dead. Oh really. What does that mean? A voice uttered in his mind but he kept his lips pressed together for a second to hold back those words. "Jenn saved my life on so many occasions. I was shot in the leg and as a boy...and as a man now I have always been very weak compared to the average neco. She protected me and taught me how to be strong in this world but one day I woke up finding myself alone. This woman is not a lamb...

Jennifer Heathers is a lioness my friend."

"You know. Dad has told me stories about the war when he finally found me. Things that his clan did to keep prisoners in line like and made them the shell of who they once were."


Ace got to his feet with a heavy sigh and another seemingly tired expression fell on his face. As he collected the dishes and put them in the machine he absently looked down upon himself. He was not packed with attractive muscle mass like most neco's, he was rather much built like a lean sapien who did sit ups in his spare time. Ace used to be the lamb and Jenn the lioness, now they were both lambs. How depressing. "I'm sure when she wants to tell us her story she will do." He replied in a simplistic tone.

"Whatcha doin, Ace?"

"Oh hai Ember I did not notice you were go-!" The blonde man was cut off as she ran her fingers through his hair, sending shocks up his spine by just that simple action. He could feel her breath on his skin for some reason and it took him quite by surprise; he jolted back away from her with slightly flushed cheeks, blinking quickly with confusion and trying to keep his eyes away from her body with snaked round the room.

Ember was not the type to flirt, even if she wanted to. She was a predator with a set objective that she would let nothing get in the way of whatever her plans were. Ace did not know if he actually enjoyed this provocative behaviour from Ember, or if it scared him somewhat. It seemed so wrong and foreign. "So...Where did you pop out to just then?" He questioned, suddenly remembering this purple haired stranger and scanning the room for signs of him.

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Oreron and Owsla Hall

Oreron could feel it in his bones, something was truely wrong with this woman. He sighed as he removed his hand from her chin and continued with his own food. Lapping the liquid up like a canind before setting down the empty bowl on the table. "You with speak of this with the time is right. For you were never meant to be what you are now." He said as he stood from the table and towards the sink.

That was when both halls noticed Ember's return. Needless to say, their reactions to Ember's new persona was...less than pleasing. Oreron made a low rummbling noise, with a warning noise from a lion as he watched the normally stern and milliteristic woman. He had noted before her mannerisms and quirks and this seemed....out of character for her. Being a flirt to someone she had, just last night, slapped across the face to make a point. Something was off and either he was going to figure it out or kill who or what was responsible.

Owsla's reaction was...less than subdued. She gave a loud wild-cat like hiss at Ember upon watching her new mannerisms. Grabbing Ace and pulling him close, she growled and hissed in her direction and her hair looking like it was standing on end from the tenseness. "Who are you and what have you done with the real Ember?!" She roared as she pulled Ace ever closer to her. This outburst awarded her with a slight glare from her father herfore he encased his arm in the armor from earlier and pulled up a hollogram screen to a search engine of some sort. If anything Oreron didn't look like he wanted to be bothered, but a photo slipped out from his pants pocket with out his notice as she scrolled and typed on the holoscreen. Owsla herself watching the new Ember like a hawk ready for a fight.

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As though alarms were blaring in her head, Jennifer was wincing every few moments, pain forcing her to toe the line between action and passiveness. An instinct in her heart, her throat, her very blood was telling her to be ready for a fight. Slip out of the chair, out of the room, take up position to tackle and subdue if the target was to run. Be prepared, be prepared, be prepared...but an artificial voice, masculine and cruel, wouldn't let her body move as it wanted. It was telling her to be still, be liquid, be weakness. No one would attack weakness. For a while, the battle raged inside her. To follow an instinct that she wasn't sure her body could handle, or to be still and preserve a life that didn't even matter.

Finally, she resigned herself to stay seated, but her eyes stayed glued on the rushing woman. Jennifer's eyes, for once, looked full of life; one could almost see the thoughts whirring, the things around her being recorded, the life dancing inside. She looked, honestly, alive, in comparison to the brain-dead body that carted itself around. Though dangerous as the situation might have been, her thoughts were all locked on what the Blondie had said.

"Jennifer Heathers is a lioness my friend."

He thought of her as a lioness. Or, rather, the her that HAD been. He thought that much of her. She wanted to be giddy, to smile and to dance in the way that the men had shown her, but now was definitely not the time. A lioness. A lioness. The moon. All these strong things that she might have been, once, and might be, once again. Still. Not the time.

Allowing her eyes to drift, Jennifer found her gaze on the man that was sitting hunched in the corner, his eyes narrowed as he watched the events around them unfold. Strange, strange, not to be trusted, something told her, so she angled her body towards him, fixing him under a stare that she hoped was unnerving, or maybe even a little uncomfortable.

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"Who are you and what have you done with the real Ember?!"


Ace was yanked hard towards the female with caused him to stumble clumsily over his feet with a small yelp. "Owsla!?" He questioned sternly, before finding himself in her arms. She was clutching him more defensively than affectionately, leaving his brain whizzing with confusion. "Easy there tiger..." The blonde male said in a way that was both meant to be flirtatious and relevant to the situation at hand.

"Ace, why does Owsla have me in her sights?"

"Oh jesus christ. I..Um." He started before simply sighing; noting that Ember's seductive behaviour had now vanished and her body was now held with pride rather than lustful intentions. It was quite odd, but Ace could not come up with a reasonable answer to the situation such just stated what he knew. "You seemed rather...out of character. It's just I did not think you were that kind of lady. I think Owsla took it as threatening." He explained, tone uneasy.

"And why does she have her arm around you?"


Ace began half sarcastically sobbing and pulled Owsla's arm from around him. "I'm sick of girls. Half naked bed pounces, being slapped in the face, finding my long lost companion and now you are arguing over which one of you gets me!" He flopped to the floor comically with his hands raised in the air. "I know I am so sexy and the only one you all want but please have mercy on my poor virgin soul!" He pleaded to the sky, before letting his hands fall to the floor and now becoming unable to hold in his laughter.

"Please let us be civil now. I don't want blood spilled in my nice cabin." Ace pulled himself to his feet, before checking briefly upon Jennifer who now had Champ nuzzling affectionately at her shins pleading for attention. Still her face seemed angered, in fact she finally looked alive. It was beautiful and made his heart beat faster and faster. This situation seemed to had stirred something in her heart. He followed where her pupils were locked to and found the purple haired stranger seated in the corner of the room. "I hope you don't plan on making a mess either. I don't know what you are like after all. Mind me asking your name Sir?" Ace asked with a hint of coldness in his tone yet he did remain awfully polite.

"I don't have any chocolate... but I think he does."


"PLEASENO.NOO....!" Ace begged before the creature began racing across his body, tickling his torso causing the man to make an odd sounding mix between laughter and pain. "IT'S GUNNA BITE ME IT TICKLE STOP STOP ARHHHHH. I'LL KILL YOU EMBER!" He told her before making his way over to the cupboard to look for chocolate. He rummaged the shelves for a small silver wrapper and placed it on the counter. "FLUFFIN STAWP!"

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Owsla and Oreron Hall

If anything, Oreron was tired....life had beaten, slashed and cut his spirit to near its very core. As he watched his daughter calm herself at the return of Ember's normal mannerisms and watch as Ace rolled on the floor in mock mental agony over being protected by and "fought over" by the three women that had affections for him. Though in his eyes, Owsla's affections for the meek neco seemed more like that of a little sister protecting their older brother from harm.

He rolled his eyes and sighed and leaned against the sink as he patted his left side around his pocket. "If having women faunt themselves at you is too much then do what I did and take a male as a mate for a while. No harm in that." He said with a slight chuckle in his voice.

The more he patted his side the more that his face started to fade from stoic to slightly paniced and started looking around on the floor for something. The wind from his foot blew away a small piece of paper closer to Champ as he left the room, muttering to himself as he looked at the floor as if searching for something.

Owsla also rolled her eyes at Ace's antics as the fluffins zipped around him. "I swear you still have issues, Goldie...." she said, pinching the bridge of her nose before setting her sights on Ember again. "And what is wrong with you? One minute you're all panther I heat and the next you're back to Ms. Stoic and everything." She said with venom in her words, tapping her claw-like nails on the table as if waiting for something.

((The paper on the floor is a picture of Kathleen, Owsla's mother and Oreron's mate. If anyone wants to pick it up, go ahead, just know that Oreron gonna be wigging out without it. X3))

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Ember Wolfe

Ember blinked slowly, not feeling like spouting lies or questions at the people around her. She was just, suddenly, very tired. It felt as if her body was no longer flesh and bones but a heavy stone filled with nothing but sand. It made her feel heavy and... just so exhausted. Not caring if Ace was threatening to kill her, or if Owsla would carry his plan out for him, she spoke, "I'm gonna go..." She paused to think before adding, "check the forests for punching bags." It was a lie, but at least a lie that could possibly happen.

Ember walked out of the room, not caring when the... 'Fluffin' stopped torturing Ace to snatch the chocolate piece and stand in front of Ember who just walked over it and continued her exit. The Fluffin's ears went down and made a sighing sound that could be described as a sad moan. "Shhhu...."


Shrade

Shrade looked at Ace, "Salutations?" He ran his fingers across his lip as if wiping off invisible crumbs. "My name is Shrade, and you'll find that I'm not messy and... geez, you must be like those bad roommates aren't you?" He cocked his head and smiled like a simpleton just as the Fluffin bounced over and onto his knee. It made a questioning shhhuuu sound.

Shrade continued smiling as he ran a finger over it ears gently. "It's alright, she's probably going to kill a family or something, nothing to worry about." He appeared to be talking to the Fluffin and not any of the other people in the room. The Fluffin perked it's ears at this and all it's worry seemed to dissipate as if it had understood what Shrade had said.

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Ace Tyrant




"If having women faunt themselves at you is too much then do what I did and take a male as a mate for a while. No harm in that."


At first Ace chuckled at Orerons comments so much that he had to hold his stomach and ribs before rubbing them to take the pain away. He then fell into silence, thinking about his words and worked on an honest reply to his suggestion. "I'd like to have a mate but I don't think I'm the type. I mean I'm barely a neco and a lonely cabin dweller with nobody but a dog for company. I'm not exactly respectable or boyfriend material in this type of world am I?" He explained before running his fingers through his blonde hair awkwardly. Being honest Ace was greatly jealous of Oreron and what he had and lost, but also who he was as a human being. He had kind of become a role model for the blonde but he knew he would never be able to live up to that mans standards.

"Plus isn't love quite uncommon in this world now? I thought people more or less forgot the feeling existed." He told the group darkly, which was rather factual. Many necos had been told to have destroyed many emotions through the warfare as they programmed their own brains to only do their duty, which left no room for anything else. "Of course I guess it's hard to feel anything good in some situations." He instantly thought of Jennifer.

"And what is wrong with you? One minute you're all panther I heat and the next you're back to Ms. Stoic and everything."
"I'm gonna go..."
"check the forests for punching bags."


Owsla and Ember were seeming to have a growing amount of conflict with each other. Of course it had always been this way even when they first met in the cabin many years ago as he recalled Owlsa stating something along the lines of how that woman acted was unnatural, and in many ways she was correct. Still he did not know what to do or what to make of it. Even though Ace often filled the role of a peace keeper it did not mean he was a very good one.

He gave fluffin a generous amount of chocolate before placing the creature upon the table. "Don't worry buddy. She will be back soon." It quickly scurried over to the purple haired stranger.

"My name is Shrade, and you'll find that I'm not messy and... geez, you must be like those bad roommates aren't you?"


"Are you sure it is me that is the bad roomate here? You are the one who turned up uninvited." Ace scowled but there was a light smile upon his lips. At the moment in time he had barely any judgement upon this man as he disliked their first encounter due to his interest in Owlsa's breasts but now enjoyed his casual laid back humor. Still he was not comfortable with him in the house either way. "Ace Tyrant. Though I don't really believe names tell people who we really are. I guess I will just have to find out about you in time."

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Oreron and Owsla Hall

Oreron turned to face the lamb girl as she handed out a piece of paper to him. At first, he was slightly confused as it seemed that she wanted to be nowhere near him at all. Something that he could respect at literally being carried by him like a dead animal to be skinned and processed. He tilted his head to the side before the words she said regestered in him.

"she looks like the little girl, but bigger."

"Yes..." he stammered as the memory of Kathleen invaded his headspace. "That is because she is her mother." A simple sentence causing a man so feared to become misty eyed. The terrible memory of her being tortued and Owsla cut out of her. He shook himself from the images, knowing full well that he would go into a frenzy if they continued. "It's nothing to worry about right now. You need to put some fat on your ribs if you're going to survive out here. Especially the winter when it comes." He patter the top on her head like he would a small child at play as he walked back into the kitchen to watch the commotion.

Owsla's eyes followed Ember as she walked out of the cabin. She was still on edge and not with her gone there was the other one that Ace seemed to be getting chummy with. "Why'd you come here anyway? Not everyday someone ember knows also shows up out of no where. Especially gem-heads." She spat, still coated with the venom that was thrown at Ember and now at this man. Her eye patched glowed somewhat as she glared at him. Trust wasn't something Owsla gave out Willy nilly to say the least. Her father was one thing since he had the proof that they where blood and she knew very well that she could Ace at anytime should he become a threat. But the chance of Ace become thing a threat was extremely thin to none at this point. This purple haired man, however, was an unknown in her world of knowns. Something she did not take very kindly to.

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Oreron and Owsla Hall

Owsla's eyes narrowed in mis-trust, huffing as she turned away from him only to fund her father face first in the pot of stew, lapping up the liquid like he had been starved for days. "DAD! REALLY?!" she yelled as she tried to pull the large man away from his second meal. As strong as she was compared to most, there way nothing she could do but pull in vain at her father's sleeve as he continued to fill his belly.

Oreron's hunger for food was nearly as legendary as his bloodrage to those who knew him. This wasn't an uncommon occurance when food was in abundance, often leading to him pushing any competitors away as he ate. This was no different. "No one else is gonna eat the rest of this." He muttered as he lifted his head for air. He licked his lips of the liquid and let loose a loud blech as he shivered a chill down his spine, looking like he had just been scolded for something he always did. Owsla covered her face with her hand. "At the very least we could have let Ace and gem-head get seconds." She huffed in slight irritation. Oreron tilted his head to the side. "Gem-head?" He looked over at Ace and Shade and raised his brows after a few seconds. "You mean Mr. Amythest." She said pointing a thumb at the male in question.

Owlsa often times wondered how her own father became so animalistic sometimes as his mannerisms often reflected that he had no social shame to speak of. Then she remembered stories of ghe war and what he was involved in. Year of that, she concluded, would drive anyone to their primalstates. And sometimes she wondered if this trait was passed down through the blood line. Then again, somethings were better left out of thought.

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(It's alright. No problem. I hope you do well with your weird American GCSE things.)

Ace Tyrant



"Well, I had to check in on Ember, see to see if she needed killing."

Ace cocked his head to the side with curious and bright eyes. "You know...I know Ember is not the most stable of women but I don't think...upon first impressions of course, that you are capable of being her 'carer'." He told him. The comment was not particularly meant to come across in any kind of way but the blonde could not stop his tongue rolling off a nasty tone. Well who could blame him? Sharde did just basically threaten to kill his close friend.

"And I, you. Although, unusual name as you don't seem like an Ace."

"Why not? Why am I not an Ace?" He chuckled lightly, once again rather curious to what he meant by this comment. "I can understand why Tyrant is wrong. I mean I'm not exactly a ruler of lands or a king am I? I own a cabin and a dog."

"Okay I agree with the pet name... Wild thing."

The blonde man scowled, taking the joke in a sexual manner before sending a chilling glare in the purple haired male’s direction. Cold enough the freeze the heart. Ace wondered if he was just being to sensitive about the whole ordeal as after all, Owsla was not a little girl anymore and he was not her brother.

"Gem-head?"
"You mean Mr. Amythest."


Ace burst out laughing to the point where his ribs were aching with pain and he was bent over clutching them. The Hall family sure did amuse him and make his life a lot more joyful. "I..I don't want any more thank..y..you!" He explained between stammers as he could not get over Sharde's new nicknames.

It was only then that Ace realized that both Ember and Jenn were missing. He recalled that the warrior had left to get some air but the raven haired woman never so much as mentioned where she was headed. He began to panic a little, fear growing on his expression before he forced himself to calm down. If he forced Jennifer to stay in the cabin she would feel like a caged bird once again, and after all she was most certainly not his visitor. "Champ!" Ace called his canine, to which the Shep obeyed without question. "Scout." He told him, before opening the door and letting the black creature slip out into the surrounding woodland. It would not be long till he found the pair, but he was only there to observe and protect.

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Owsla and Oreron Hall

Between the feral necos that were Owsla and Oreron, the two often had their disagreements since their reunion. Were Owsla was curious and highly energenic, Oreron was slow and methotical. Oreron knew when to hold his toungue and Owsla...well...the most colorful phrases would come out of her mouth.

Owsla facepalmed at her father who continued to lap up the stew until his head was very well near the bottom of the pot. "I swear dad. I wonder how you even got along with your platoon." she said as she wandered off to the living room once again. If anything, she was bored. Safe, yes, she could only remember one incedent of bandits trying to break into his cabin. But that was very quickly resolved as she was young and her kills were messier. Much messier. However, since then and returning she realized that the one thing that bugged her had returned.

She was bored out of her mind.

She looked out the window, the one she had come in and out of for the better part of a summer and smirk. "A game of stealth tag wouldn't hurt." she muttered to herself as she held her arm out. The green skin from the night before started to creep quickly across her arm and body once more until she was covered and forced on all fours again. She bounded around the living room before slipping out the window, only catching the eye of Oreron for a split second as he had come up for air again.

Oreron knew her game. His cub wanted to play and he understood this as even he thought that the cabin could use a bit more life. After finally coming up for air, he walked over behind Ace and lifted him up by the collar of his shirt. 'surprisingly light this one' he walked outside with him and game a deep chuckle. "How about we play game? My cub is full of energy and it is up to us to find her. You feel up to that?" He said simply as he plopped him down back on his feet.

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"Yes, and of course, you being such a naive Neco that's more like a Sapien have the right to say so... I mean she nearly did kill you down by the lake and all... No need to think her unstable."

"I don't need anyone else tell me what and what I am not like." Ace spat, his blue eyes growing rather cold and losing their once homely glow. He also did appear rather hurt at this comment but put it in his best intentions to not display it. "Anyway, who is not to say that Ember is looking after you? You don't seem...stable exactly either." He told him, maybe stepping over the line a little. Ace did not understand why this man always appeared so odd and drunk. He almost seemed to have lost all the human part of him.

"You're very ignorant for someone who survived the wars... When we get a squad or team, our teamleader or teamleaders are called Aces or Ace but in order to be one you have the be the best of the best and earn the rank/title from a higher ranking officer. So for example, Ember, having been dubbed the Ace rank, she is an Ace...but more of half an Ace as her brother isn't around anymore."
"You are hardly fit to be called an Ace."


This time the blonde fell silent and just pressed his lips together tightly and clenched his fist. That was until he mentioned about Ember having a sibling. "A Brother? Did he pass away? How long ago? What's his name?" Ace began firing out questions as though he was a machine gun, clearly very curious about this and not willing to hide it.

"A game of stealth tag wouldn't hurt."

Ace heard Owsla mutter from a distance but did not think nothing of it until...

"How about we play game? My cub is full of energy and it is up to us to find her. You feel up to that?"

"HAVE I NOT HAD ENOUGH OF DEALING WITH THIS WHEN SHE WAS A KID. You honestly have no idea how sick and tired I got of pla-" Ace exclaimed at Oreron, explaining his past with Owsla in the cabin before he fell silent at the sight of her desperate face. He sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead as though it was giving him a headache already. "Alright alright...You know I'm not very good at this though...I'll only play if purple man does too."

He then waited till Owsla turned away before quickly whispering to Oreron. "You need to get her a boyfriend or something, maybe even just a puppy, anything to keep her from playing this." Ace sighed comically.

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Shrade

"I don't need anyone else tell me what and what I am not like." Ace spat, his blue eyes growing rather cold and losing their once homely glow. He also did appear rather hurt at this comment but put it in his best intentions to not display it. "Anyway, who is not to say that Ember is looking after you? You don't seem...stable exactly either."

Shrade was highly amused by this man-boy, or he was until the poor man mentioned his... stability. His head snapped up and his posture completely changed. His shoulders were no longer loose, his muscles were taunt and the silly look on his face was gone. His eyes conveyed that of a completely sane man ready to kill someone in the blink of an eye. A very dangerous person to aggravate indeed. Remember your training, Ranger.

Very quickly did he change again at that thought. He was once again the silly and lazy looking man again. Instead of insulting Ace furthermore or killing him, Shrade instead smiled, "Well, it seems both of us aren't exactly stable."

"A Brother? Did he pass away? How long ago? What's his name?"

Shrade raised in eyebrow, "Yes, a brother." He gave no further information.

"-I'll only play if purple man does too." "Purple man?" This nickname, unlike Mr. Amethyst or Gem-head, appeared to pain him greatly.

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Oreron and Owsla Hall

"You need to get her a boyfriend or something, maybe even just a puppy, anything to keep her from playing this."

Oreron rolled his eyes as he placed him down outside, the look of slight irritation on his face. "She'll have a mate when she wants one. Besides, she's told me that she thinks of you as big brother." he grinned as he patted the blond on the head. "I would guess that makes you my son in a way."

With that, his own armor slid into place over his body, forcing him to all fours. That familiar blue light glowing as the armor's system came online with thermal vision replacing his own. "Come. You need the training anyway." Oreron declared as he trotted off into the forest.

Owsla was far ahead of her father and Ace, crawling along the tree branches to keep herself hidden among the leaves. This forest had been her home for at least a year, but she knew these trees, every root and had set up booby traps in at least some of these trees. She could feel something wasn't right. Someone else was here, someone she didn't recognize. Cuts in the trees conformed this as she crawled down the side of the trunk and carressed the wound. It was deeper than it had any need to be, like a fight went on here. White hair was also stuck in the cut as well. Owsla shivered as she climbed back into the tree. The feeling of being watched was never a good feeling.

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Ace Tyrant




The odd and sickening smile that hung on Sharde's lips had always made Ace uncomfortable, but when it fell from his space it was quite modest to say he was afraid. His whole body tensed up and he looked ready to pounce and kill. Sometimes the blond wondered why he even decided to anger people due to the fact if they attacked him it was unlikely that he would be able to do anything about it, quickly leading to the end of his life. If Sharde attacked him, what would the people in his cabin do? Would they even save him? After all he was pretty useless considering how human beings were. They could just take all his supplies and leave him for dead. It made sense.

"Well, it seems both of us aren't exactly stable."

Ace seemed to flinch a little as he spoke but was pleased at the lack of physical aggression. He looked incredibly depressed. He was unstable in a completely different way then what people like Sharde were, but still, he was very unstable and it was not hard to see that at all.

"Yes, a brother."

The man seemed to be leaving the amount of information there, earning a scowl from the blond. He wondered if it was worth bringing it up with Jennifer later.

"She'll have a mate when she wants one. Besides, she's told me that she thinks of you as big brother."
"I would guess that makes you my son in a way."


"Hey that makes it sound like I'm planning to date her!" Ace exclaimed with a childish huff before his mouth fell open at Oreron's last comment. Did he really mean that? His heart began racing fast in his chest and he felt kinda warm and fuzzy inside. Still he was unsure if he was being sarcastic or not but it still hit him hard. "D..Do you really mean that?" He stammered, feeling completely honoured to be labelled in this manner. Of course even as a child Ace's father had never really respected him.

"Come. You need the training anyway."

"This game is definitely going to end up being very biased." The neco sighed, pointing out the clear and obvious strength differences between himself and Owsla. "So what are the rules? What have I got to do?"