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Ace Tyrant

"Here is your little Blondie, starting to stand upon his own two feet."

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a character in “Savage Evolution”, as played by LunaSpirit

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Ace Tyrant
Here is your little Blondie, starting to stand upon his own two feet.







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Here is my shell



Nicknames/status/
Blondie, or runt. For some reason it warms his heart when he his called such things even though on first impression it would normally be used as a insult

Neko or Sapien
Neko

Sexuality and relationship status
Straight and single. Though clinging onto the past with a tight grip.

Age
23

Gender
Male




Long live the human heart!



Personality
Ace was once a very lonely and lost young male who swore to himself that his weakness would be the death of him. However, all that changed when he met a young and rather beautiful woman named Jennifer Heathers who pumped personality, mental strength and hope back into his damaged and shattered mind. Though now he has lost his teacher of life, he finds himself slipping back into the naive, insecure and sensitive mindset. Despite the fact of his own self pity he is a jokey guy with a good pure heart who would happily put his life on the line for the people that he cares for most, no matter what the cost. Blondie could be described as somewhat of a fool that is bound to lead you into endless coils of trouble, but its sure worth the danger and "Baby sitting" to stay in this mans honest and true company. Once you form a alliance with Ace, it will never be something you regret.

After a while, Ace may open up to you a little more and reveal a unexpected side of a smooth talker, flirty and charming young man who is bound to press you under his thumb if you allow his little baby face and big blue eyes to swoon you. He also proves to be a secret peace keeper, who is always willing to listen to others views and respect their thoughts. Its kind of hard to heart him really, unless you hate unless little useless idiots who just seem to be a burden upon the group...


Gifts and skills
Aim - Incredible aim with any ranged weapon, though his favorite is Sophia, his own crafted long bow. Give him a target and Ace can hit it!

Crafting - Ace is incredibly skilled at creating new things and it has become a recent hobby of his. Its just kind of difficult to find materials in this wasteland. He may be rather helpful as he has created fine weapons and defensive armor in the past.

Inner eye - The ability to sense others emotions, no matter how well they try to conceal them. Maybe that's why hes so good at comforting.

First aid - Ace will help others when ever he is able to. He always have some kind of healing formular on him


Fears and weakness's

  • Losing those he loves
  • Becoming weaker and unwanted
  • His over all physical strength
  • Speaking about Jennifer


Weapons and Armour.
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Sophia the silver bow. Though Ace is not one for violence, he has a sweet shot with his bow. He does not wear armor, simply because he has never had the time



Back tracing my steps...



History
Ace avoided the war, watching from a distance in a unaffected woodland. It burned his heart watching Necos destroy the planet; he is now just wandering hoping to survive. His sister, who he loved very much was a victim of the war and died at the mere age of 14.

"Slowly he lifted his face upwards, his once handsome expression fearful and cold. The youth found a pair of very beautiful blue eyes glaring at him through the gap in the metals, the strangers finger tips dripping with his own blood.

Ace let out a soft breath of surprise and quickly snatched up his tazar gun and aimed it at the girls forehead. Maybe she could make his death much more quick, and would in fact be doing him a favour. "Pl..please..." Ace whispered quietly, though he himself was not sure what exactly he was asking for.

He watched her calm movements, the gentleness of her breaths and those sharp but currently merciful blue eyes. Ace relaxed a little, she didn’t look like she wanted to harm him, but he couldn’t be too sure. Either way he didn’t mind..."

Jennifer....She was his whole past. She taught him how to fight, survive and most importantly love. Ace lost track of her only a year or so ago, and he spends every second of his worthless life wishing she would come back.



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Anything else?




So begins...

Ace Tyrant's Story

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The air outside is lukewarm and there is no breeze to cool it. It is early autumn and the leaves are starting to lack their green shades. The dawns early light has caused the sky to blaze up in a watercolour of red, amplified by the chemicals that the air now contains due to the number of bombings.


Ace Tyrant


A young Neco with the fairest of golden honey hair hung beside a lake where the current ran so slow that it was almost still. He sat there in the undergrowth, crouched on his tip toes whilst stirring the water before him with the tip of a silver arrow for something that resembled amusement. It caused the surface to spread out in ripples and pushed along deserted dead leaves that had fallen from the remaining disfigured trees. This forest was familiar and special to Ace. In the past he had spent weeks training and resting in the woodland with Jennifer, memories that he was trying his best to hold onto. They were what gave him hope and the will to survive, she might even return here one day unless she was...

No. Ace did not want to think of it. There was no way that viper of a woman was dead.

For a good minute or two the blonde youth said nothing, his expression totally empty and deserted. He then stated in a gentle wispy and silk like voice. "I don't care. You were kind and merciful..." Then he fell back into cold quiet, thought swarming around his mind about this extraordinary woman that he had now allowed himself to admit that he loved her with every last drop of his soul. Even though it felt like she disliked him greatly. Ace labelled himself a fool.

"Why don't you let people in...What’s the worst that could happen? Getting distracted from finding this girl? I really promise I won't let that happen. If the only thing that will make you happy is having her back beside you then I will try my very best that is the case..."


Someone as stubborn and ruthless as her just could not die, it did not seem possible in his simplistic and child-like mind. However, he more than anyone knew she had a rather broken and fragile heart, he also had a feeling that maybe he had began to help her, maybe he kept her going. Despite her thick and almost unbreakable false shell, Ace knew that deep down she held some compassion for the runt. Maybe without him and his ability to keep his promise, she would give up fighting.

The youth sighed lightly. Pulling his hair from his large orb like baby blue eyes and placing his arrow back into his leather quiver, Ace stood up and began making his way back to his so called "home".

Desolate, forsaken, alone.

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Ace had repaired a old log cabin that had been deserted a long while a go deeper into the forest. The blonde took a steady walk back, humming quietly to himself in a pleasant silky voice. This of course might not have been the cleverest of things to do since there was supposedly, both Sapiens and Necos everywhere, looking for someone to slaughter. Ace had clumsy and not very efficient survival instincts, but his hearing was like that of the gods.

Snap.

As the blonde youth processed the sound he fell into the undergrowth and out of sight, pupils glaring out of the gaps between the leaves. He found the owner of the footsteps to be of a young man a similar age to his own, not that much of a distance away from him now. His hair was icy and was clearly rather heavily armed with a matching somewhat authoritative feel to him, though apparently alone. This panicked Ace slightly and so he reached into his quiver for his arrows and readied Sophia, his fingertips white with holding her string so tightly. Jennifer had taught him so much and maybe now he would have to put into practice, his heart pounded heavily in his chest and uncomfortable breaths passed his lips.

Remaining hidden, Ace forced his tone into something a little more dangerous than his usual weak soft-boy speech. "Friend or foe? Or are you one of those who kill those who are not their species? If that's the case, you are a foe..." It was blunt, unnerving, but clearly a false and put on front. Closing one eye, he lined up the silver arrows top to fly straight into the strangers temple if he was to release Sophia...he prayed he did not need to do so.

Ace was too lonely to kill.

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Gabriel

"Friend or foe? Or are you one of those who kill those who are not their species? If that's the case, you are a foe..." Gabriel turned, and cocked his head, a quizzical expression glued to his face. The man before him had a boyish and almost innocent look to him, but the bow in his hands contradicted that image. He was obviously a Neko, but Gabriel was a hybrid and had always looked more like a Neko. What was this stranger talking about? Gabriel didn't understand the boys question but answered the stranger. "I guess you woodland people lack manners." He snorted before tightening his grip on his spear feeling the end points disappear. It was just a staff again. "I am neither, as I do not know who you are, Blondie, and so I will not harm you either way." He grinned, knowing Ember might be back any moment, and of course he wouldn't kill this stranger. Ember would.

The idea of Ember returning made him take his time. Gabriel backed away and leaned on a tree, his suddenly pink eyes staring right back at Ace. Watching the stranger's every move, his gaze becoming predatory, the Neko in him responding to Ace's pounding heartbeat.

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(Just saying, Ace was hiding in the bushes when he spoke. Lets just say Gabriel saw him and so he rose. I do believe WolfDawn is waiting for a reply from Ember and Marishka, her character is watching them :3 Make sure Owsla gets a display picture up, sorry for being picky~)

Ace Tyrant


As the pupils of the icy haired stranger found his rather pathetic hiding place, Ace rose to his feet, arrow still aimed at his forehead just in case he pounced. The blonde looked uneasy as he stepped forward, Adams apple bobbing in his throat, yet he still tried to hold a stern and defensive expression. "I guess you woodland people lack manners." Ace's next sentence just slid from his tongue;tone a little sarcastic and jokey, a little more like Ace. "Manners are rare from anyone these days, you should be satisfied with a scrawny archer instead of a pack of us with swords." Though he had the ability to adapt decent conversation, Sophia was still raised.

"I am neither, as I do not know who you are, Blondie, and so I will not harm you either way."

"Neither...?" Ace blinked a few times, how could somebody be neither? His curious eyes narrowed upon the specie-less man, pondering his answer. "My name is Ace Tyrant, I'm a Neko, not that it matters. Care to share your own name? At least." The ice mans gaze made the male a little uncomfortable, though he did his best to remain submissive, lowering his weapon but still not placing it away. "Why are you hanging around here?..."

"Excuse me! Does anyone on know how to patch this?"

A young feminine voice echoed through the woodland, coming from the direction of his cabin, with a instant reaction he pounced towards the voice, waving his fingertips to signal the nameless stranger to follow after him. After a short while of dodging trees and tripping clumsily over roots, Ace came out into a opening where a old, patched, and mossy little wooden house stood. Beside it a young teen, who appeared to have the appearance of a feral child. Most importantly she was wounded, thick crimson dripping from the gasp.

"Freeze!" Ace cried with wide and panicky eyes, raising Sophia once again, before quickly spinning back to the male he met before hand. "Is this a trap? Did you set this up!?" The blonde kept tipping his head back over his shoulder, but it was difficult to keep a eye on both of them at once.

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Ember Wolfe & Marishka Amur


Ember ignored the girl for a moment, silent thinking to herself about the possibilities. She could kill the girl and not tell Gabriel about it. A deceivers way. The idea didn't mean anything to her, but she never tried to associate herself with being a liar until now. The idea was oddly... just not her type of hiding someone's death. It would be better just to take her prisoner and have Gabriel decide her death. Better plan. Ember commented to her self as she stared at the girl and took out a black rubber chain.

Upon seeing the rubber chain, Marishka knew she was going to become the dead lady's prisoner. Something that was a lot worse than death. She could be tortured or become some idiotic guy's harem girl. Marishka felt insulted at the thought, but she kept her mouth shut and watched as the stranger wrapped her hands in the rubber metal. She tested it a bit and felt it give. She thinks this will keep me occupied?! Hah!, its a good thing I brought my kn- Her thought was cut off as she watched the chain melt and wrap her hands, mummy style to her stomach. Much more difficult to escape.

Ember watched her prisoner glare at her bonds before walking toward the dead buck. "You can run away, but no one else can get the bonds off you. You can wander the woods for days and most likely die from starvation or malnutrition. If anyone else touches it, it'll just tighten its grip on you until your blood circulation is cut off. You can burn it off but that type of temperature would also kill you. I suggest you follow me and just do as your told." Her monotonous words were somewhat sharper than usual, and this - from the look on Marishka's face - scared her. She yanked her dead buck up, only to put it back down again. She stared at it before leaving it for the animals. It wasn't exactly a waste of food, but it could have provide her and her companion with food for a month or two.

Marishka glared after Ember, and started trudging after her. There was no point in running away. She made that perfectly clear, and all the was left, was to follow.

When Ember had finally tracked down her companion's tracks, she found him sitting in the company of an armed man. Apparently someone's hostage for the moment. She gritted her teeth and irritatedly shoved her brown hair away from her face. "Stay here." She commanded Marishka before jumping into a tree, and jumping from tree to tree silently making her way to a tree branch right above the blondie. Ember was going to do exactly what Gabriel had done to her, but this time, she's be successful. She positioned herself correctly and dropped from the branch, and if she was correct, she'd tackle the - hopefully light weighted - man to the ground. Her armor gave her several extra pounds and she already weighed a lot, just muscles and bones. She didn't have any weapons in her hands because she didn't want to accidentally fall on her own knife.

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Oreron
Oreron growled and rolled his eyes under his helm. He had not been called that name in years and the only one that had ever called him that never bothered to get his name in the first place. "Yes, Banton. Surprised your memory is in tact from all the alcohol." He said, his voice as raspy and disused as it always has been. He hopped a few seats closer to the male, coming that get a better looks and gave a headshake of dissapproval.

"What happened to the honorable warrior of years past? Time caught up with you?" He asked sarcasticly. Time has also caught up with Oreron. New scars had been added and his smile stitched enough to give him some control of his open mouth undernith his headpeace. "poison is not what I want at the moment either." he said softly to himself as he stared down at the wood in front of him in thought.

Owsla
Owsla leaned back a bit and raised her good arm in genune surprise. "I'm not here to give trouble man!" she snapped back, putting her hand back on the wound from the sting of it. She hissed at the thought of being accused of setting up a trap...or well being part of one she didn't know about. She already had an idea of the blonde with the bow however. An idiot.

She rolled her eyes, knowing if she wanted treatment she could have to lie to get to them.

"I just wanted help mister. I don't know this guy at all. So, can you help me? I'm starting to feel light headed." She said in the voice that made her sound like she was tired. In reality, he wasn't as much tired as she was ready to run with a fresh wound as she eyed the male. There was no way she could get away from the tree tops, but her shell would make a good defence if she would need it.

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Owsla

Owsla shook a bit, weary of other necos for good reason. The male that spoke to her had white hair like her, but had a pink eye. Odd. She held her arm out, the bleeding slowing down to a crawl in the fabric she had been holding with with. "I was trying to look for a place to sleep for a while near the forest edge and something nicked me from the tree tops. I didn't see what it was." She said as she slid off her wheeled shell.

She really did start to feel light headed from the blood loss. She closed her eyes and let herself sway a bit to keep herself from falling over from woozyness. She turned her head toward the blonde and tilted her head to the side. "Do you know him?" She asked, now leaning against her shell for support.

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Ace Tyrant


"I'm not here to give trouble man!"
"I just wanted help mister. I don't know this guy at all. So, can you help me? I'm starting to feel light headed."


Of course Ace was still panicking; too many people at once and no Jennifer to drag him out of the situation. He was stuck and surrounded, but he saw that the girl was telling to truth and so naturally, being the little puss-puss he was decided helping her would not be such a awful thing. However, for the moment he felt uncomfortable and so just simply stated. "Only if you step back..."

Thud.

Ace cried out as he felt a pair of feet push on his chest and send him slamming to the ground. The landing was rather painful, but atleast he did not land on Sophia arrows which could have been quite nasty. The first thing the blonde male presumed was that the white haired males trap had worked, and this attacker had been sitting in the treetops waiting for the perfect time to leap. He began to kick and cry out, looking rather pitiful pinned under this woman.

Wait.

He stopped. Blondie suddenly aloud himself to be over powered and glared up at the woman, directly into her eyes, and then he began to smile. He did not care if she was to murder him on the spot, her face, though dangerous, brought back many memories. "Hello again! I don't recall your name, but do you remember me? I saved your ass once!" Ace chirped excitedly in a child like way, forgetting all about the messy situation at hand. "A few years ago, I was with a black haired lady...Anyway lets have this conversation later! Mind getting off me so I can save yet another ass? " He stated before nodding over to the wounded young girl.

"If the white haired guy is either of your twos partners he is...welcome...too. I myself do not know him..."

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Ember & Gabriel & Marishka

Ember was straddling Ace. She was glaring down at him with one of her black daggers pressed to his throat, the other in her fist, pulled back like a punch when he spoke. She stared down at him, her dead eyes almost becoming burning orbs of flame when they sputtered and died. She was confused by what he talking about when recognition came to her. Ace Tyrant. Faith. Jennifer, and Darius. The murderous look on her face faded, so she looked over at the girl he was talking about then she looked to Gabriel.

Gabriel was okay with two people, but was surprised when Ember appeared, using his earlier moves by tackling Ace to the ground. He watched them before shaking his head, disappointed that no one would be getting slaughtered. "Guess I can't enjoy your screams of agony." He let out a dramatic sigh, and knelt beside Owsla. "The name is Gabriel and can I say that maybe you should get off the man-boy so we can tend to the wounded, Ember."

Marishka watched all this happen, and felt glad that Gabriel was tending to another injured girl. That basically meant he had compassion... or one of those emotional words. Marishka didn't remember much of what her mother taught her. Planting edible herbs probably wouldn't help her here.

Ember removed herself from Ace and waked over to Gabriel, handing him the pack when she got close enough.

Gabriel took the pack from Ember and began to dig through it. "My companion's name is Ember Wolfe, and we've been traveling for awhile. I, obviously don't know the naive one there." He motioned to Ace with a nod. "So, tell us, what is your name?"

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Owsla

Owsla wasn't used to neco compassion, or rather any kind of compassion in the first place. She gave a weary look and shivered slightly. "I'm...owsla." She said, looking away from the male and giving ember a weary look. She didn't get a good feeling from the woman, something in her gut telling her that she would be a threat in due time. She pressed her lips together in thought, thinking of ways to keep traps on her person so that if the occasion should arise, she could escape cleanly, but leave the woman crippled.

She took the fabric off the wound, revealing a jagged wound in her forearm. It had stopped bleeding, but it stung. she flicked the fabric back onto the wound. "I didn't think anyone really roamed in groups anymore...well other than bandits anyway. I heard the war had caused it to stop." Owsla looked around at the others. Ace looked as harmless as a neco could be. Then again, she didn't know a neco could look that non-threatening really. And gabriel was someone she would have to watch as well. Something didn't sit well with her about him.

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(I don't mind if Mika stumbles upon the Cabin looking for help, I know she needs to jump into the story somehow :3)

Ace Tyrant


The blade pressed hard against Ace's throat weirdly did not threaten him even knowing she was a being who would not hesitate to murder him upon the spot. He did not even so much as notice the fist raised above his head as his pupils were locked perfectly with hers. She owed him, rather like he had owed Jennifer in the past for saving his own life. Her eyes suddenly lit up displaying some emotion that the blonde did not recignise, but Ember was not exactly the easiest woman to read so he did not linger upon it for long. Either way she released the runt and he stumbled clumsily to his feet.

"Guess I can't enjoy your screams of agony."

Ace shot the white haired male a somewhat sarcastic glare. He was unsure if he wanted to send one of Sophia's arrows into his neck or laugh and befriend him, it was the weirdest feeling he had ever experienced. He was rather odd.

His eyes wandered to the quiet blonde girl who's wrists were bound clearly at Embers doing. Ace caught the brunettes attention before clicking his fingers in the direction of the blonde girl. "Please release her, unless she has done something wrong. Dragging someone around with you who is your so called prisoner does not exactly make me feel comfortable." Aces voice was soft, but firm, something he could never pull off in his younger years. "What is your name kid?"

"The name is Gabriel and can I say that maybe you should get off the man-boy so we can tend to the wounded, Ember."
"My companion's name is Ember Wolfe, and we've been traveling for awhile. I, obviously don't know the naive one there."
"So, tell us, what is your name?"


"You are a annoying little shit Gabriel...You know that? It is nice to meet you Owlsa, My name is Ace Tyrant, not 'man-boy!'" He hissed, but the child faced man's lips curled at the edges forming a soft cat like smile as he scooped up his bow and waved his fingers signalizing them to follow him into his Cabin. "I have plenty of supplies that could help out with the wounds and I honestly don't mind sharing as long as I am re payed with company,"

Inside the Cabin was warm with plenty of sofas covered in thick throw blankets, a small old fashioned looking dining table along side a miniature kitchen, and at the back stood a large desk shrouded in designs for new weapons and equipment. It felt exactly like Ace, and was a very nice place of safety considering how much everyone else had. He began to rummage in the cabinet above the toilet for medical supplies.

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Owsla

Owsla felt uneasy...Something didn't feel right about a neco giving someone they didn't know hospitality. Even though her arm had stopped bleeding, she was used to a neco attacking her on sight or asking for something material in return. Not uncommon in the wastes at this point, something really to expect.

She tapped her foot in nervousness, eyes dating to everyone as she wandered inside ace's cabin. She looked around like a pet exploring a new home. Seeing as she was mostly used to sleeping in military bases and in the outdoors in a massive turtle shell, the wasn't much used to luxury items such as a couch or a dining table.

"There's no...clan nearby?" she asked quietly as she started poking at the couch a bit, slightly unsure if it would attack her or not.

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Ace Tyrant


Ace squirmed as he watched the black liquid that once bound the girls wrists crawl back up towards Ember. He found it completely terrifying and disgusting, wrinkling his nose in horror. However the blonde made no comment and plucked some bandages, healing ointment, energy pills and other very useful items from the cupboard before throwing them at Gabriel.

The white haired male began to speak but was quickly silenced by the horrific gunk that Ember slapped across his mouth. Ace had no idea why exactly she had done such a thing, but it sure was funny. He let out a rather 'anime boy' sounding laugh which continued until his rib cage stung with pain.

"There's no...clan nearby?"


"Clan or no clan, there is always someone wanting to kill you. I am guessing you have realized that though..." He said with a soft tone, pointing to her bloody arm. "Chill, Gabriel will get you fixed up. Nobody is going to hurt you here unless you pull some kind of stunt." He told Owlsa, a thin grin growing on his lips. "You look like the mischievous type..."

Ace turned to his window, his pupils suddenly catching a hold of a figure in the bushes. He wondered if someone had followed after one of his 'friends', waiting in the shrubbery for a attack. He swallowed hard before scooping up Sophia and turning to the group. It was better safe than sorry after all. "I am just going to check something...I will be right back, follow me if you must but make sure she gets cleaned up."

The runt ran out into the near by woodland, eyes watching the low and rather uneven movements of the stranger a fair distance away. "I am armed!" The blonde simply called out, though his bow was not raised quite yet. He did not wish to start a fight.

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Gabriel & Marishka & Ember


"Chill, Gabriel will get you fixed up. Nobody is going to hurt you here unless you pull some kind of stunt." Gabriel rolled his eyes and picked up the healing ointment, and then stared at the energy pills for a second. He was silent with the whole black gunk on his face but he was thinking of all the insults he'd throw the Man-boy once his mouth was free. Gently probed her arm, making sure the bone was not broken or harmed in any way. Gabriel smoothed the ointment over and in her wound, not exactly knowing how the ointment stuff worked. Once that was over he, he placed a bandage around her entire arm, making sure it wouldn't fall off.

Marishka stayed silent. The entire exchange was very hard for her to really comprehend. She never met anyone from the whole "Clan" world. Except for the tall, dark and very pale stranger her father met once. That event had only happened when she was about three days old, so she really didn't remember that.

Marishka shook her head to herself, and began to hum a tune to calm her nerves.

Ember followed Ace outside. She watched the black figure, went back inside gave Gabriel her compound bow and took his twin swords. When she was back outside, she was standing beside him, twirling the swords slowly, as if awaiting someone's death.

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((I'm guessing your ooc part of the last post with the Reprobate, Luna, was directed at me? Very well.))
Mika Lilith Cheyenne



It had been around ten minutes from the fall, until she spotted it. Ten minutes of limping in stinging pain, dripping blood from knee and hand, as the cool air stung every cut and cooled every bruise on her beaten body.
Then she found the cabin.
She didn't want to approach it as she wasn't too sure about human interaction at the moment. Plus she didn't want to be offered their help. But curiosity got the better of her, after all no one just ignores a cabin whilst in a forest.
She limped to the cabin, which was still pretty far away, but held herself as high as she could.
"I am armed!"
She jumped at the voice, then realised there was two figures standing a ways away from her. The jump had actually frozen her with shock momentarily and she fell rather ungracefully to the ground. As a result, she let out a small yelp.
Great. Now they'd know she was here. Or maybe they had already seen her and were yelling at her. Either way, she would definitely be detected now. It made it all the more worse that she was weak and injured. Armed, yes, but that mattered not. She kept her pivot blade, attached to her metal gauntlet on her right hand, ready just in case.

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If there was one thing that people that had been under under oreron's command knew...it was the worst idea to piss off a man who had a tendency to bite a man's throat to shreds if pushed to that point. His whole body shook with bearly head back rage, however his refusal to kill a man who couldn't fight against him if he even wanted to kept the armored man from ripping his drunken face to shreds.

The growl rang lower as he watched the male wander out the his bottle of booze and snorted at him. "May fate crack you in the head with some sense." He growled under his breath as he started to calm down. He could hear the voice of his long dead mate calming the rage that had been corsing through him. A halluconation yes, but one of the rare few that did not send him into a murderous rage. Not that it really took much these days to do so for that matter.

"What of you? Two years have changed you as well." With a now clear mind, oreron turned his attention toward Faith. He felt like he had some making up to do from their first meeting and nearly killing her.

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"You know Ember, there is no need to twirl your swords like that. Its a little bit...intimating. Not that I personally am complaining..." The blonde stated in a silky, suggestive voice, before catching her glare and lowering his face. "Sorry...I guess that was not really needed," He muttered, lips not managing to hold from curling into a grin.

The figure tumbled to the ground as he called out, clearly wounded and not fit to fight. Ace headed towards the stranger, Sophia held tightly in his grasp. He came across a young woman, laid upon the ground, clearly not wanting the attention they were giving her. "We won't harm you unless you as for it...Will we Ember?" He stated heading closer, though at the same time still remaining his distance. "State your physical state, who you are with, and why you are here...Of course your name if you are wanting to get all friendly." He could not keep a stern tone of voice, Ace was just too happy with the company in his Cabin and currently by his side. Though he would not call them friends, they were the closest thing to it.

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"You know Ember, there is no need to twirl your swords like that. Its a little bit...intimating. Not that I personally am complaining..." Ember stopped twirling her blades. "Sorry...I guess that was not really needed," She watched the black figure and as Ace got closer, she moved closer, placing herself between Ace and the stranger. From past and present observations, she knew that Ace had little combat experience. It would therefore be easier and safer for her to be the one to engage their... guest in close quarters combat. Funny how she instantly thought of Ace as... Not a friend, Ember didn't need friends, but an ally and that his cabin was... Not a home, but a headquarters if need be.

The mere thought of fighting and killing someone else made the dullness in her face fade. Her usually dull eyes sparkling like gleaming emeralds. Her long brown hair suddenly glossy and silky looking. The deadness in her body was gone. She looked like an avenging warrior goddess. There was a raging fire in her jewel-like eyes, and it was being stoked by the weakness in the stranger. Just like a cat responding to a darting mouse.

Ember was very... Alive at the moment.

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As Ember stepped forward, Ace swallowed hard causing his adams apple to bob uneasily in his throat. She looked like a completely different being; her stance was tall, confident and powerful. The Panther had awoken inside her bored body and began to rise again. The brunette looked stunning he had to admit, but to dangerous for her own good. The blonde slowly crept towards her, like dancing along the surface of a minefield.

At first Ace thought that she was simply hungry for bloodshed, but after a short while of wondering a idea shot into her mind. Was Ember protecting him? The thought was just too familiar. It seemed like something that....Jennifer would have done. "Please..." Ace found himself unable to speak to his ally in a stern voice; he was no leader. "Don't do anything irrational,"

"I'm fine. I'm alone. And I'm on the run."
"My name is Cheyenne."


Blondie managed a light smile and stepped forward, though maybe he was a little too quick to judge someone, he was pretty sure she was not lying. "Hear that Ember? Alone." He tried to sweet talk Ember away. "My name is Ace, this is Ember. Are you sure you are alright?" He asked, sounding very much like his younger softboy self. It seemed that things never change.

"And I don't mean any harm to anyone."
"Do you know how far we are from the city?"


"We are not here to harm you either..." Ace hoped that was the case anyway, but he was accompanied with a unpredictable brunette. The blonde tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, seemingly in deep thought. "You are neither far or close I guess. Just keep walking west...Could be a while upon foot though."

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"City? What's City?"
"I apologize, my companion and I have to leave, immediately."

Ace tilted his head in a childlike manner, blue eyes narrowed with confusion. “Why? What’s so important about the city?” He asked, watching Embers expression light up with realization, opportunity, or fear; he was unable to comprehend what exactly had caught her attention though. “Why are you even here if you don’t have a clue where you are…Hey! Listen to me!” The brunette began to head back to the cabin in a hurry, and with a wave of hand ordering the stranger to remain where she was, he followed after her. “I’ll come back, just…wait. I’ll help you.”

The blonde’s steps were clumsy as he ran, but it kind of matched his appearance and personality. It was almost as though Ace had been plucked from a book, what with his perfect blonde-hair-blue-eyed-boy looks and naïve heart. He reached the house and found both her and her white haired companion Gabriel had already left. As cruel as it sounded, he felt abandoned. The assholes had left without a single explanation. Exactly like Jennifer.

He turned to Owlsa with a sigh, stroking the blonde strands from his eyes. “I’m guessing they did not say anything before they went.” He paused, pressing a finger to his lips and deciding what to do next. “How about we rest here for a while and then follow after them to the city? a steady walk of course. Though it is up to you of course.” Ace waved a hand for her to follow him back out in to the forest before reuniting with Cheyenne.

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The feral girl tilted her head to the side at Gabrial's sudden departue. She snarled a bit, unhappy that her curiousity about the woman wasn't sated and started to wander the cabin a bit. Soft and coushy items were forigen to her. A couch, a kitchen anything that made a home wasn't something he was used to almost to the point of being completely alien. She poked around a bit, but soon became bored and frestrated from her lack of knowlege of everything.

She sat back on the floor, snapping her head to attention at the sudden noise of ace coming in. She still had her knife in on her, sheathed on her back. However, this male hadn't turned out to be a threat.

Yet.

She tilted her head to the side at his question. "Something about something happening in the city but I don't know." She said, turning around to face the wall. She closed her eyes and started taking deep breaths, the feeling on uneasiness settling in her gut. Something was off. She didn't know if it was one of the others or something else. but something felt...off. "A city means bandits. But also supplies i guess. I don't wann-"

The noise of the door opening suddenly caused her to jump and screech in a mix of fear and rage. Her large knife quickly unsheathed and blade at the intruder. Her eyes wide and wild with fear. She had a stance that looked odd for a neco, down on all fours as if restraned by something but able to move all the same. A stance that was familiar to some.

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(I have messaged Shade, if she/he does not reply soon we will have to move on. Though I hope that does not happen :c Lol I keep getting confused where people are. I guess it is kind of my fault. Everyone expect Owlsa is outside, and Owlsa is inside watching. I fucked up lol. Just respond to anything.)
Ace Tyrant


"Who did you find, Brother?"

Marishka spoke, catching his attention and so he turned to her with his usual soft and bubbly grin. "Oh Hello...Sister?" The youth blinked, deciding not to questions her odd nickname for him. In fact he found it kind of sweet. "This is Cheyenne. Hey! Stop!" He shouted sternly, before reaching out and swiftly grabbing her knife hand. Ace then realized she was joking and released her slowly, eyes sarcastically wide with a glare that said 'What the hell do I do with you?'

SLAM.

Ace turned towards to noise to find a white blurr entering his cabin. Of course he registered the being to be Gabriel but with the mood he seemed to be in and the young girl still inside, it made the blonde dash towards the house. "Hey! HEYY!!!..." Owlsa reacted badly twirled into a defensive position, a stance that Ace knew off. His mind automatically clicked to the odd feral creature thing that he and Jennifer had "befriended" once, though the man mainly just creeped him out. Ace decided it would not be best to speak up about this and so let the thought settle in his mind.

The male then pounced towards him, face furious and hot with anger. Ace flinched as Gabriel drew his spear, letting out a quiet moan of fear as it stopped just before his neck. However, after that he managed to swallow his panic and replace it with disgrace. The blonde grabbed the weapon by the part just before the blade and held it steady so he could not force it forward to slit his neck. "What the hell?..." He spat. The fact that Gabriel had just turned on him like this for no reason was not courageous, just rude.

"What are you doing, Gabriel?"

Ace kept his head forward, but his pupils turned to Ember, softening as he met her expression. She clearly knew as much of what was going on as he did. "Seems your friend here does not like me! Any idea why? Cause I don't."

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The urge to run was hot with owsla, to be quick and potentially trap them in the cabin running through her mind. She watched at Ace fought of the intruder, but started to to sneak around behind them. She watched the cold woman closely, moving into a small hiding spot where she could jump out and on her if need be.

This was her reality. Neco rage and hostility, tension anywhere and anywhere. Even to the point where she could crave the air with her knife. She started to mutter to herself, her hand shaking with a cocktail of rage, fear and uncerenty. "Om tare tuttare ture savah...om tare tuttare ture savah...." repeating the phrase under her breath as she shifted a bit to see.

Something about this woman...still rubbed her the wrong way.

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Ace watched as Ember returned Gabriels weapon that Marishka had got her hands on, whether it being accidental or not the blonde did not exactly know. His eyes then wandered back to the white haired male ahead of him who's weapon was still raised until the brunette came along and pushed it from his throat. The male roared with anger, his blue iris's lighting up with a kind of emotion that Ace normally would not display to anyone. It just simply was not in his nature. However this asshole had pissed him off.

"A Warrior's most prized weapon is as important as any limb. Stealing one would usually get you tortured."

"Why the hell did you make assumptions at me!" The blonde spat violently, gritting his teeth tightly. "Do you have a problem with me Gabriel? I have no idea why because I have done nothing to you!..." He then turned to Marishka, seeing her expression to maybe display a little fearful, he became defensive. "Don't turn this round on her either. She clearly did not mean it. Sorry that the little child lost his toy!" Ace also noted that Owlsa had fled too, causing more trouble for himself to go searching later on. Gabriel just seemed to be screwing up something that had started out as a amazing experience...

At that point Ember stepped between the pair, maybe forcing Ace to snap back into his normal soft hearted self. She had that affect on him...just like Jennifer had.