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Gabriel

"I see Nekos, but no humanity."

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

Description




Gabriel

"I see Nekos, which are basically humans evolved right? but I don't see an ounce of Humanity left in them, but when I see a rare, living, human... I am reminded that this thing dubbed humanity is still around, just endangered."







Image
Here is my shell



Nicknames/status/
Gabriel is used to being called Gabe by his friends and Co-workers, although often hates it when stranger come up to him and begin calling him by his nickname. He hates it so bad, that person will get punched.

Neko or Sapien
Neko-sapien mix

Sexuality and relationship status
Straight and Single

Age
20

Gender
Male




Long live the human heart!



Personality
Gabriel as you've seen above, has no last name. That's basically because he is ashamed of his pure blooded Neko siblings. His last name is James... He doesn't just approve of the whole killing off the last of the humans. He thinks everybody deserves a second chance if they can prove it to themselves and him that they really deserve it. Although many people think he's a hardcore bad ass that won't allow "Fun" stuff. He appears silent and apparently the authority figure, when really he's friendly and is really terrible at making jokes, but does have a talent for giving people nicknames. Gabriel is also thought to be very... Godly or Angelic, due to his good gentleman behavior and good looks which is basically true when he's in a good mood. But when he is fighting for his life, or the life of a good friend/ally he has been described as a Warrior Archangel. He doesn't really know what people talk about when they compliment him about being a god in war, and is very ignorant of the women Nekos at base making Goo Goo eyes at him. Love is something he hasn't experimented with often.

Gifts and skills
Gabriel doesn't have much in the department of Gifts, while he does have many skills. Gabe is a skilled fighter in a variety of weapons,

Fears and weakness's

Your character must have a weakness

Weapons and Armour.
Double bladed spear/sword; Tomahawk: http://weaponmania.com/images/A17-XL1212.jpg
Twin Swords; Ash and Ebony: http://thumbs1.ebaystatic.com/d/l225/m/mLPIwzybyWdWkrsaWoDA6cg.jpg
Gabriel does have more hidden daggers and throwing knives, but there are too many to remember, much less list. He wears a lot of black, and does look like he wears some sort of durable but light weight plates along his shoulders, forearms and around his abdomen. The plates are, of course, black. His boots and gloves are military made.



Back tracing my steps...



History
Gabriel had a lot to do during the war, and lied a lot, due to the fact that he is a Neko-Sapien mix. (After his father got married, had several pure blooded Neko kids, and went on a long long mission that involved homo sapiens and went on for more than two years. Basically his father caught and fell in love with an Original. His mother died while giving birth to him, and his father basically came home with him, claiming that he slept with some Neko lady and she had his illegitimate child.) Gabe is an Albino and was often weaker when he was younger, but grew stronger as he grew older. He was thrown into an academy and taught to fight. To kill and to do whatever it takes to keep his society alive. That is until he was abandoned in enemy territory and teamed up with one of his enemies to survive. His enemy then became a friend, and her names is Ember Wolfe.


Other
Gabriel hasn't met any Homo sapiens.

So begins...

Gabriel's Story

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Gabriel

Gabriel watched his quarry stalk through the long grass. Her brown sun-streaked mane blending in with autumn theme. Her motions, graceful yet stiff with a dullness that suggested Death. The black armor hugging her feminine features. The woman below was as graceful and dangerous as a tiger.... or a panther, he thought. Somehow, that comparison made the connection. He made no noise as he effortlessly dropped from the boughs of an oak tree, tackling the lady to the ground. He felt a fist dig itself into his stomach and the air whooshed out of his lungs. He coughed and blinked open his albino red eyes, to see her green ones staring into his. "Have you decided to turn on me?" The voice, offered no sympathy, humor or even an accent. Just dead words. "Geez Ember, don't you understand the words Mock fighting, or even Play fighting?" He spoke each words slowly and with obvious hidden meaning.

Ember replied with a shake of her head.

Gabriel grunted, he had expected the answer, but he just hadn't believed that anyone could not ever fight without the intent to kill. He got to his feet, muttering about his female companion and cursing, remembering the other times he's tried to have an actual friendly conversation with Ember. The last so-called conversation had actually been filled with exactly four words. Something about how he thought the tea was delicious when it had been bland and her reply was just silence and stillness. Until he "accidentally" spilled his cup of tea and she had once again... done nothing. The girl was practically a moving corpse.

Back to the point, Gabriel thought to himself, trying to get his mind back on course. They needed food for tonight's talk-less dinner. "We ran out of army rations last night, and I think we should split up. I know I'll bring back a big buck or something, but I don't know about you..." He felt confidant he could hunt deer, when really he didn't know a thing about hunting. All his life, he's just eaten army rations or Bushman's Rice. Which was actually larvae of a bug's name he's forgotten about. He then pulled his staff from the area it was hidden in, and spoke some words to it. It suddenly made a whistling noise and it was suddenly a two sided spear. Gabriel looked Ember over and motioned to her bow. "Maybe you could get a doe, or a rabbit, but anything edible should do." He watched Ember and shrugged his shoulder when he got no reply spoke to himself, "And the game begins." He turned and began walking off.



Ember Wolfe

Ember watched Gabriel walk away, his white hair a stark contrast to the dead forest. She held up her black bow and strung an arrow before walking off in the opposite direction. Her mind set on the deer tracks she found earlier that morning... And the tracks had been fresh then, so that same herd should be around.

Several minutes later, she was able to find the same trail, but with a new edition. There were human tracks following them. From the size and imprint, it weighed less than Ember did, and it was probably female. She followed both trails to a small lake. She ignored the beautiful scenery before her, and focused only on her targets. Both tracks led to the water, and both were in sight. The deer were actually white tails, a rarity nowadays, and the tracks were a young female Neko. Somehow, both were able to stay in the same place without disturbing one another. Odd. Ember got into position, aiming for a buck that would best be called a six pointer, currently taking in some much needed water. She held the pose for a few seconds, and then let the arrow fly, hearing a startled yelp and a struggle.

Ember watched the blonde haired girl shriek while staring at the buck get to it's feet and stagger toward the forest, blood seeping down its side. The buck only made it to the tree line. Ember stood and stalked into view with her bow drawn, aiming for the girl's chest. The girl took one look at Ember before being naive and bolting for the forest. Ember had to admit the girl was fast, but not as fast as an arrow, or a bullet. She licked her lips before letting the arrow loose and watching it go through some of the girl's clothing and holding her to the tree.



Marishka Amur

Marishka shrieked profanity at the strange lady, and tried to yank from her sudden acre. Too bad her jacket was leather. And she wasn't strong enough to rip the arrow out from the trunk of the tree or even tear away. When the lady came within talking distance, she stopped and spoke. "State your name." The voice was dead, and the fact that it sounded so scared Marishka. She didn't want to be taken into a military system to become someone like this woman, dead and dull. She didn't want to go home either. "It's Marishka and please don't hurt me." She was afraid, and if the lady didn't have the bow, Marishka would have been cursing/mocking her and not complying with her orders. The lady's face didn't change, nor did it express anything. It was just a cold mask.

Marishka tried another one last attempt at ripping free, but of course, got no where. "Ya know, you're a great shooter, I'm lucky you weren't one. I might have been skewered with this arrow." She began towing with its feathers and trying not to meet the lady's dead features. "Don't you think it was a little overkill? Killing the buck and then almost killing a girl. Maybe its not to you, but it is to me, and wouldn't it be mighty if you suddenly decided I wasn't an enemy?" Marishka began to ramble, and the lady noticed by stating the obvious. "You're babbling."

Suddenly Marishka's rebelliousness shot up, "Yeah something that happens when people are nervous? Don't you ramble when you get nervous or when someone almost killed you?!" She looked up to glare at the lady and was shocked to see some brown eyes looking at her differently. Like they were confused. "I don't know. I've always killed my enemy before they could almost kill me." Marishka stared and began opening her mouth and closing it like a fish, numerous times before shutting it and looking away. Waiting for the lady to release her or kill her.

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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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Character Portrait: Ace Tyrant Character Portrait: Aleph Banton Character Portrait: Gabriel Character Portrait: Oreron hall Character Portrait: Owsla
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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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((I really don't want to kill one of my characters unless I really, desperately/want to))

Ember looked to her left/right (wherever Kaijay is at) and stiffened. She loosened her muscles and stared at the stranger, before speaking. "Are your intentions to harm or to befriend?"

Marishka snorted at Ember's words and continued to stand still.

Gabriel walked over to the strange girl and asked, "What exactly happened?"

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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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"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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Owsla winced as the ointment was spread on her wound. The fact that a necro giving her medical care was strange enough. Having a bandage around her arm that didn't impede it's movement was another thing. She looked over at gabrial, Finally noticing the creature on his mouth and tilted her head to the side. "A sticker...I've seem on of these before." She said as made a poking motion at it.

She had been held captive, escaped and captured again countless times. Even ending up in the cabin was a lucky break for her as she had been on the run and the slice was cause by something else in the treeline. "Though these I haven't ever been able to figure out. Also..." She looked behind her to check if Ace or the other woman were still outside. "...How do you trust that woman? She's cold and there's something about her that isn't right." she said quietly.

She started wandering the cabin a bit; padding her hands out the couch, digging through the desk drawers, looking through some of the cabinets. She needed to know this place top to bottom. No matter how nice someone can seem, there was always a chance that they could turn.

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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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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.

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The feral girl snarled audibly from her hiding place, now padding her way toward the door to get away from the tension and the woman that Gabriel had accomanying him. She reminded him of the coldness that she had endured for most of her life and it made her tense. The feeling of uneasiness came over her everytime she glanced over to her. Something that she wanted to do away with.

She padded over to the door, but the pain in her arm made it wobble a bit. She hissed in pain, sheathing the knife on her back as she kept at it. Her arm wobbled to the point of being audible vibration on the floor "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!" She whispered to herself as she nearly slipped on her arm.

((Sorry for the wait. Internet failed...))

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"Oh please stop, your giving her a headache just thinking about your view on what just happened."
"Oh, geeez now I'm gonna get a headache just thinking about it."


The blonde caught Embers gaze and lowered his head very slightly. He realized his actions were not exactly the usual for Ace's quiet and peaceful persona, but this world changed people, including himself. He did not really understand what Gabriel had just stated, but still he kept his mouth closed to attempt to seal away the venomous words he wished to spit.

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!"

The young shouts sent shivers up the mans spine and so he instantly turned to Owlsa, who now had returned to the doorway looking very uncomfortable. Ace made low hand movements twice to try and get her to quiet and calm, before he headed over to the young feral girl. "Hey, everything is alright. Its not very wise shouting out here...though I guess we cant exactly say anything," He sighed lightly. "How is your arm?"

After checking over his new "little sister" figure the blonde turned back to Ember, expression weirdly serious and maybe even depressive. He wandered back over to the warrior with honest and sad eyes, his voice hopefully out of earshot. "Where are you going and why? Its alright if you can't say....I just...I really really don't want to lose you."

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Owsla jumped a bit as Ace got close to her. Not being used to friendly contact, she moved away from him. She said with venom lining her words. Her arm still wobbled and shook from the pressure she had put on it, so she sat back. Near the door and watched the two.

If anything, both reminded her of the the captivity she was in with different neco clans that saw her as some sort of prize or weapon and human settlements that used her as a punching bag. She had no love for them or anyone for that matter. Not anymore anyway. "If blondie here has a crush on someone who's no more than a shell with the scent of death, then the world ends again and the Armored Beast of War has returned." she said, venom lining her words as she moved a bit to stop the pain in her arm.

The 'Armored Beast of War' was something she had heard once before, a reference to the war she was born during and a general she now had reason to find in some way. She hissed to herself, moving herself some distance away from them as she felt the urge to run again, and with the woman in he way, it may have been best to stay within the cabin for the moment.

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Ace felt a little bit downhearted at Owsla's recoil, but of course it was expected. In this day and age it would be rare to get a welcoming response. Still, even though they had not met before he found himself becoming attached and placing himself as a brotherly figure.

Ace frowned at the sound of Gabriel grumbling in his throat as he walked by shaking his head. His baby blue eyes narrowed to thin lines as the white haired male. Who was he to make conclusions about him and decide if he was right or wrong?! Then he noticed Embers 'deer in headlight' expression, it was very foreign upon her fair face and being honest the blonde preferred her normal battle ready glare.

"I don't understand. I am of no importance to your survival or even life style. You don't need to have any concern over my being here or no-"

He let out a long sigh and brushed back his golden strands from his face awkwardly, pupils lowered, before letting out a light awkward laugh. "You are joking me right? I have seen you fight and you have a tone of skills. Why would I not like you along me? Just for company sake anyway-"

"Lover-boy here isn't concerned over that. Well, he is but.... I don't think I know how to translate this to death personified. He... has a crush on you... Isn't that right, Man-boy?"

"HEY!" Ace cried, teeth bared like some kind of feral creature. "You can't see inside my mind so don't make judgements so quick." His voice was as stable as possible but it still shook with anger and uneasiness. Of course it was somewhat true, Ember was a very similar person to Jennifer and so having feelings for her was of course expected. "I'm still looking for Jennifer I will have you know. Plus, you can't say anything what so ever Gabriel! Why is this so important to you? Its clearly you who has the crush? Or maybe you two are more and never mentioned it?" He stated sharply, turning to Ember.

"If blondie here has a crush on someone who's no more than a shell with the scent of death, then the world ends again and the Armoured Beast of War has returned."

The blonde was surprised by Owlsa speaking up about the conversation. In fact it was rather creepy being honest, how she decided to bring up a subject they did not even know about. "Don't speak about Ember in that way ever again, and what do you mean? Can you please explain this armoured beast thing? I am quite curious right now."

Once again the first thing that jumped to mind was Oreron.