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The Reprobate

"If I only could make a deal with God, and get him to swap our places..."

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

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The Reprobate
If I only could make a deal with God, and get him to swap our places...






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Here is my shell

Nicknames/status/
She is supposedly nameless and has earned herself the title of "The Reprobate" but in reality, this is false. Her name is Faith Alexis.

Neko or Sapien
Sapien (And very proud)

Sexuality and relationship status
Not interested in love at this moment in time, though maybe someone could change her mind. Maybe someone who has her wrapped up in her past,

Age
23

Gender
Female


Long live the human heart!



Personality
Merciless, vengeful, and mentally unstable. The Reprobate is not exactly a being you would want to cross. She lives in the past, holding onto the fact the the Necos almost wiped out her people and has formed a one girl army against them. If you are a Neco she will not make any kind of alliance with you or even listen to what comes out of your mouth, she just wants your blood coating her palms. However it could be a different story for anyone who is a Sapien, as long as they have the same views as her. She won't stick around with people who have anything what so ever positive to do with Necos. Some would call The Reprobate robotic, listening to her own soul ordering her to murder all Necos with no emotional or physical put backs.

Or so it seems.

On the other hand, if you are able to stay in The Reprobates presence for long enough you will start to see she is a very broken young woman. Watching your family, species and enemy fall and die has to have some impact on your mind at one point or another, especially for a Sapien. She has also spent the last few years in solitude, and so loneliness has also corrupted her heart. She has a recent history of self harm and panic attacks. The Reprobate was not always like this. She was once a rather kind hearted, passionate, and determined young beautiful woman who lived her life fitting in along side Necos...Maybe even falling in love with one. It all changed when she was separated from him and was forced to face a cruel bunch of Necos who almost took her life. (See history) However, the past blonde beauty still is somewhere hiding deep with in her heart. She could just need a hand back into the light to be freed.

Could she just be waiting for someone to save her from herself?


Gifts and skills
Incredible Aim - Her aim with a spear is perfection, and she can put a decent amount of strength behind her throws.

Speed and leaps - The Reprobates legs are springy and lean, making it easy for her to run, jump, and climb. She has a tendency for hiding in tree tops before leaping on her "prey"

Handling with spear - On top of her throws, she can also use her light metal spear to dodge hand to hand combat.

Stealth - The ability to move in silence on light feet.



Fears and weakness's
  • Her mental state.
  • Though she is strong, she will never be anything up against a group of Necos.
  • Prone to illness and disease.
  • Lack of alliance.


Weapons and Armour.
As seen in the image. A light weight claw spear. (More info in skills) She has little Armour due to the fact it would weigh her down, cutting down her speed and stealth.


Back tracing my steps...



History
"The blonde lay faced towards him, only just realizing quite how awkward the whole situation was. She swallowed lightly, arms absently reaching towards Aleph beneath the scarlet covers. Faith just wanted to curl up close beside him and have his body heat lull her into a warm sleep."
"For no particular reason, Aleph got a good night's sleep last night and woke up feeling refreshed and almost happy. Almost. In actuality, he was a bit flustered when he woke up and saw Faith's gorgeous face less than a inch away from his, and his arms holding her as if she were his to hold. "

Peace. She felt at peace back then with the small tribe of friends. The man who was long since dead named Aleph. A bombing in a small town they were occupying has separated then, forced to come to the conclusion they were all dead. She was Faith Alexis back then, but not anymore. After being grabbed and tortured to near death by a group of heartless Necos, her mind became cracked and fake. Replaced by madness.



Other
Anything else?

So begins...

The Reprobate's Story

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Tears mingled with the blood on her cheeks as the Sapien cried out with pure pain. Fists, metal and hard boots crashed mercilessly against her body, snapping fingers and leaving ungodly blue and purple bruised along fair skin that once used to be beautiful. HER NAME WAS NOT ON THE LIST. She could see them through the ajar door now, blinding light peering in through the crack. Necos clustered together on tables, healing, gambling, training and watching.

Their pupils glared in at the entertainment beyond the door, some cheering with strong grins, some just watched with dull stony faces. She had been found after the bombing by a nameless organisation and pulled out of the debris, promised safety and a nice place to live. At first Faith refused, screaming in their faces something about needing to find a armored brunette, but they took away the wounded blonde, ignoring her pleads. HER NAME WAS NOT ON THE LIST. They had discovered she was not a Neco, and therefore not worthy of their care...or life.

"Fuck her!" One man cried out, before several quickly rejected the idea, they would not touch such scum. What felt like years later they began hitting her temple, causing her vision to swing in and out of focus and a warm trickle of crimson flow into her blonde hair. They were going to kill her, after so much kindness she was shown by the other Necos, these were going to murder her. Faith began to wonder if her past acquaintances knew the truth, would they attempt to dispose of her the same? She wanted to push away the thought but looking up into the cold eyes of these inhumanely creatures beating her, she had to believe it. Sapiens and Necos were not ever to be anything more than enemies.

With a sudden burst of furious rage and feeling of betrayal, she grabbed one of metal rods and began to hit her attackers aimlessly, the world still a horrid blur. Faith Alexis then ran. Faith Alexis was no more.


The Reprobate replayed the bloody memory in her mind as she crept forwards along a treetop branch, before gracefully and silently leaping onto another with her spear raised above her shoulder with strong and scarred arms. She had a reason for her murders, she needed to help her species, she needed to rid the world of its scum. Below her were two Necos, identifiable by their size and the resources they carried on them. She narrowed her eyes before swinging her spear forwards and sending it swiftly flying through the air and deep into one of the men's spines.

Her lips curled upwards as it hit.

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With a short cry, the Neco's life leaving body stumbled to the ground in a bloody heap, spear still plunged deep into his back. His acquaintance let out a roar of anger, sinking to his knees along side his dying companion and displaying grief and sorrow that The Reprobate told herself was not real emotion, for Necos could not feel such things. Faith grinned manically, eyes bright and just a little more than blood thirsty. The second male then mourned for a short while, before he began aimlessly glaring at his surroundings searching for his friends cowardly anonymous killer with a gun clasped tightly in his fist.

"Up here sunshine," She stated in a rather normal calm and angelic voice, her body swung across the branch lazily...maybe even a little provocative. His pupils locked securely that of the lioness woman in the tree tops and he seemed to have just frozen on the spot, but quickly he corrected her thoughts by his raising his weapon and firing, though his anger controlled his aim and so the lead missed by miles. Still for some reason the woman still fell elegantly from the branch as though it had hit, resembling a bird that had just been shot out of its comfort in the sky.

The Reprobate landed belly down into a pile of leaves, sending the red flakes soaring into the air, almost appearing to be summer butterflies. "And you Sapiens wonder why we started a war..." He hissed as her approached her supposed lifeless corpse, lips pressed into a thin and unforgiving line.

Once Faith sensed his close presence, she reached up and grasped his collar with her right hand and twisted with a surprising amount of strength that a Sapien like her must have trained years for, flipping the Neco underneath her. She snarled furiously at his comment. "We know exactly why you did! You began the war because you are selfish, power hungry, inhuman bast-"

The Reprobate screamed as she felt a blade sink into her shoulder, causing her to release his collar which allowed him to escape. Faith bit her lip, trying to force the tears back from streaming from her eyes while she tugged the dagger from her flesh and frantically began wrapping the wound with bandages out of her small leather pouch.

The Reprobate then pulled herself over to the tree she used to be perched in and lent against it, examining the dead body ahead of her and her own bloody shoulder.

Why do I always regret my work, when I am only doing what is right....

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"So it is..." he said, more to make himself acknowledge it than anything else. It's funny, he met Philip on the same day he met Faith, only he was a lot more wary of this man than that woman. And why wouldn't he be? This man - if you can truly call him that - walks on all fours, grunts like an animal, and speaks only when he absolutely has to, usually. There's probably more to him; another side, maybe. But Aleph was no longer interested in befriending people, for they would probably just get killed in the end.

Like always.

Of course, that didn't stop the man from trying to spark up a conversation with him. Truthfully, looking at this man made many old memories come to mind. Memories that weren't centered around him, but centered around the purpose he had lost a while ago. So, naturally, it was a painful thing to even look at him now. He wanted to leave, and almost did, but eventually decided not to for no reason other than it was just rude to leave, and he had met this man before. "Warrior?" he asked, then laughed cruelly. "I was never a warrior. I was just a fool who thought he was. He thought to himself for a moment before continuing. "Were you to glance into a dictionary, you would then find the definition of that word when you looked for it. It would read, most likely, 'A brave or experienced fighter or soldier'.

Experienced... I am. I've killed more people than most, even if I'm not naturally aggressive. However, that doesn't mean I am brave. No, I am a coward who couldn't admit it until he had lost the last thing on this hellhole that meant anything to him. A coward who takes people from this world before their due time, and does so with a foolish justification only he could understand."

Aleph Banton took another drink of his alcohol and set the bottle down.

"Yes, I'm an experienced coward, and a fool to top it off. One may not truly address me as a 'warrior'. Or honorable, at that." Sighing audibly, Aleph stood up. "I wonder if I'm even still half the man I thought I was..." he mumbled to himself, then looked at Phillip. "I am but an excuse for a man who wastes his days regretting nothing but his pathetic attempt at life. But I ask not for pity, nor would I ever expect such. Surely you have more important things to deal with than some drunk rambling on about how worthless he is, so I shall bid you farewell."

For whatever reason, Aleph's speech returned to normal as he started towards the door.

"At the very least, it was nice to see a familiar face. One doesn't get to much these days."

And as he said that, he heard something else. A woman's scream. It was quieter due to the fact it came from outside, probably another building, but he could still make out that sound with ease. After all, he was a knight at one point. Habit forgotten but still implemented, Aleph, of course, set out of the bar in a hurry to go save whomever the scream had come from. Even if he denied any thought of honor just moments ago.

The screams led him to...the building right beside the bar, strangely. Many theories came to mind as he hurried to the building. She could be being raped, tortured, killed, hurt, or anything, really. In this world, nothing was impossible. Funny enough though, Aleph was unable to just go from drunk to hero in an instant, and was not exactly running in a perfect sprint (though to be fair, swirling sidewalks were hard to stay on without falling). In fact, his overall appearance made him look more like a thug and less like a savior than anything, but he didn't really much care for that. He just had to help people. Because depressed or not, he was still himself somewhere deep inside, just he had hidden the majority of it. Aleph walked? into the store and headed immediately to the source of the screams with his sword out, pulled from his storage unit.

Again, he looked more like a threat than anything, but he was expecting some bandits or something to be attacking her.

Instead, she was alone with herself and the cries of agony and anguish. Aleph did not recognize the woman before him at this time. He stopped a few feet of her, unsure as to what to do. By now, she'd have probably noticed him and looked up if she was even barely in a state of mind that allowed her to react to outside stimuli. He was a bit frozen in his confusion. Drunks weren't really good at figuring out what to do in an emergency, so he waited for her to stop, since he wasn't sure the comfort of a beer-breathed man would help at all.

And god damn, that floor was looking cozy....

(Do I get a double-kill for giving you both something to respond to? c:)

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(You get a cookie from me!)

Oreron

Oreron rolled his eyes at Aleph, his fall from grace being a story of a long bantered regrets and loss. Something that he himself had experianced, though he didn't often lement over it until recently. However, the former knight had become sort of an aquatance and seeing him in such a state where he shouldn't even be on his feet, let alone walking. He tapped his claw on his helm and closed it.

His head also turned toward the sound of the scream, though he wasn't one to immidiently wander over to it. The training from the war, his experiance as a general and his time wandering the wastes made him weary of the screams of females that came from afar. Most meant traps to him. Those set by bandit or rogue mercs. This thought didn't seem to cross the mind of his drunken companion.

He shook his head in an 'are you kidding me fashion' and trotted after him on all fours. If he knew one thing, it was that impared soilders were the one thing you didn't want going any where. Even if they were on to something.

The woman was alone...as much as she could be with a drunk walking toward him. he rolled his eyes under his helm and kept himself low to the ground so to woman wouldn't notice him as much. She was in some sort of emotional pain from what he could see, a pattern that he had come across in recent times. Then again, he had been carrying his own pain for years now.

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(No you get a penta kill, five honorables, and 9 pulse-fire Ezreals XD By the way shall I just continue with Ace and pretend Gabriel was just interrupted?)

The Reprobate


Faith heard the sound of clumsy footsteps heading towards her, it took her less than a second to realize her stupidity. Still, the shop seemed unreal and her tear coated vision was still burred but managed to catch the sight of a figure standing ahead of her. At this moment in time all she could make out was that the stranger was a large male and most importantly a Neco. He also stank strongly of alcohol which gave The Reprobate the wrong impression already.

She quit hurting herself and turned quickly defensive, though her movements were panicked and it really did not seem like she was in a fit condition for a fight. The blonde arms were already speckled with horrible purple bruises not to mention her bloody left shoulder. He is going to beat me...and there is nothing I can do.... Faith reached for her spear, which was still drenched with the crimson blood of her last victim. She pointed the tip towards the silent man, still luke warm liquid dripping from the blade and into a pool upon the laminate floor.

"Get back N..Neco parasite!" She cried, stumbling uneasily to her feet. Her voice was still swarmed with sobs and heavy breaths. "Don't touch me!" Faith began to almost seem like she was screaming. He is going to beat me...and there is nothing I can do.... She noticed a second figure, crouching low, but being all too honest she was unsure what exactly the shadow belonged to. What ever it was, it triggered something in her mind, and it hurt.

The angelic demon swung towards the brunette male, attempting to slash across his chest but she missed and simply clipped the top of his arm causing a thin pitiful cut. The blonde than started to stumble backwards, the world spinning as she clutched her head and cried in thick messy sobs.

He is going to beat me...and there is nothing I can do....

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She was riddled with wounds, mostly bruises upon her slender white arms, and a bloodied injury on her shoulder. They seemed so fragile that if you even touched them, they would break. However, that didn't stop her from picking up her weapon in a swift, unrefined motion. He figured she was in a panicked state still and that she probably wasn't going to trust a stranger with alcohol on his breath really easily. This would make things a bit difficult.

He wasn't sure what to do. Being drunk really didn't help him think.

The fragile woman point her spear at Aleph as she pathetically stood up. It was a saddening sight. She reminded him of himself when he first lost Faith, literally, back a while ago. But she was scared whereas he was depressed. Much too different. He wasn't entirely sure why she was terrified. Maybe she was raped? Something horrible, he was sure, but as soon as she spoke.... he figured it out instantly, even drunk.

"Neco Parasite....?" he repeated to himself. It was obvious now. She was a human. An older kind. The 'obsolete' Homosapien kind. The kind that Homonecos had long ago nearly obliterated, and that were treated with great distaste by Aleph's own people. It was probably necos that did this to her, and if she fought anyone, it would probably have been a neco, since sapiens were a rare sight. She was terrified of him. But just leaving her alone would probably get her killed, since she wasn't in any shape to be fighting for her life. Hopefully, he could solve this without violence, because neither would be able to really put up much a fight, and he didn't want to rely on Orien, who had no obligation to do anything else than watch the events play out.

"Hey... Calm down.... I'm here to help, not hu---"

In that moment, as he attempted to speak to her, she lashed out and grazed his arm. It still drew blood though. Obviously, the young, drunk man took a step back to make it easier to see another attack incoming. Whether or not this caution was needed was irrelevant. The woman fell back a bit, grabbing her head and - if he wasn't drunk - providing an easy target. Not that she was a target for him. He wasn't looking to kill her, just calm her. But hopefully he didn't have to suffer too many more cuts to do that. "I don't seek to harm you, ma'am, please calm down." he nearly pleaded. But would she? He was a neco, and she seemed frightened of them. Hopefully things didn't have to get messy.

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(I prefer voidlings like Kog'maw, but that works.)

Oreron

Oreron layed low some ways away from the two, but the smell of blood flowed clearly through his helm. The fact this female had lashed out so harshly was not surprising and in her position, he would not want someone who was very close to falling flat on his face from alcohol. He sighed abudily, finally raising himself off the ground and trotting toward the two.

His armor was stained in blood, dinged and scratched from the many fights and scuffles that he had been in during the past two years of searching. Normally, hostile saipians were not a problem. Usually he left them to their own devices since he had no animosity to their kind in the first place. He only needed her calm and cohearent.

He nudged Aleph out of the way and sat like an animal infront of the saipien. He was quiet with the expection of a light purr coming from him. "Nothing shall harm you." she said, a growly and raspy tone from his vocal disuse. "The drunk will not harm you either. I only seek an answer." His words were calm, unthreatening, but sounded more like an animal speaking than any sort of human or neco. The helm making his voice metalic, covered it even more in hoping that she wouldn't lash out at him as well.

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The male did not react to her brief attack upon him, most likely because of her rather pitiful appearance, state, and wound she had attempted to place upon him. The Reprobate felt weak, weaker than Faith Alexis, weaker than a Neco. The blonde did not feel like she deserved either of her two titles at the moment, she could just be...another endangered Sapien who they were going to sit there and oogle at her existence before taking her life. That was what they were tagging her as right now, and not in the prideful Sapien way she wanted to appear as either.

"Neco Parasite....?"

The guy was a complete idiot, alcohol swarming his body and mind. The woman glared up at him, vision still hazy, though when ever she caught his gaze something sharp and warm picked in her spine causing her to tear her pupils away. It ached and felt so wonderful that she did not know how to cope with such a feeling. Faith lied to herself, her destroyed mind pushing it away and labeling it "Disgust".

"I don't seek to harm you, ma'am, please calm down."

"That does not mean I will not harm you Sir! Why should I obey such scum!" She spat, though her tone was awfully cold and cruel her eyes were still orb like in fear. She stumbled backwards as this...creature stepped forwards on all fours, blood coating its shell and a dull metallic none human voice rang out through its devil smile. Faith wanted to kill it, the thing was some satanic beast, but she just could not move.

"Nothing shall harm you."
"The drunk will not harm you either. I only seek an answer."


That prick in her back happened again, but now that her panic had been over come by curiosity and uneasiness, she allowed flickers of the past to reach her. Shards of memories that she found hard to view and reality and piece together. The blondes hands absently stroked her neck as she recalled the creatures metallic claws stealing her air. Defending something. "Ask. I might have answer for...you..."

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"That does not mean I will not harm you Sir! Why should I obey such scum!"

Cruel words were all he was met with in response to his own, kinder words. Obviously, she held his race to be at fault here, so there was probably no use in trying to talk to her. Just because he was a Neco, she would hate him. That kind of thing really disturbed him. It was one of those things that really, really upset him. Aleph never had a racist thought in his life, or so he'd like to believe. What was the point? Everyone's the same? That logic was highly frowned upon by the ex-warrior, and he, under the influence, couldn't just hide it behind a smile.

Unlike his previous self, he got upset.

"I asked you to, I didn't tell you. Why didn't you listen to what I said?" he shot back, dropping that useless disposition from before. Why should he even care about people? It only ends up hurting him in the end. He should've known that by now. It was only now that he realized that being nice doesn't earn you anything but disrespect or pain, and he wasn't going to have it anymore. "But of course you wouldn't, would you? Why would you? It's not like I'm any different from the rest of my race - Kill first, ask questions later. Because that's what scum does; they don't give people a chance to do anything before they judge." it should've been pretty obvious who he was implying this about.

Aleph took a deep breath in, as if to calm himself. It only worked about halfway. The ex-warrior moved his vision down to the man on all fours and spoke, as if this woman was not there. "You can deal with her. It's not my job to deal with other people's worries for any longer." he said, turning and beginning to walk away. "I'll be at the bar, if you really need or wish to see my pitiful self." These were the last coherent words he said to either of them before beginning out the door of shop to get away from her. After all, she didn't want his help, and she didn't need it enough if she could still reject him. She'd be fine. She just wanted attention. Otherwise,

she could've just cried in silence, like him.

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Oreron

Oreron sighed and looked back at Aleph. A pathetic shell of what he used to be. He would have pitied the knight but it was his own desisition to descend into squallar. Something that wasn't his problem to begin with. A low growl grew from his throat and his head made a movement as if he where rolling his eyes at him.

He turned back to the sapian female, tilting his head to the side as he looked her over. Hurt but not fatally. Broken but not defenseless. She would be fine with out his accompaniment. He reached into his arm plate and pulled out a partially burned Photo and held it out to her. "Have you seen the child in this photo?" He asked her. The voice that came with the question was still metallic, but laced with a hint of fear. Something that wasn't there that often, especially for a neco.

In truth, he had been looking for the child for the better half a decade and a half. He had lived among sapiens when the child was born. It was his flesh and blood. The one thing that had kept him sane in the wastes; the thought that this child might still be alive out there.

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Oreron

Oreron seemed to deflate a bit. Another dead end, but atleast this one would not have to die by his hand. However, he looked back at her at the mention of keeping a look out for the child in her travels. He nodded, just about to turn away before jolting at the violent toungue lashing she gave aleph. 'he does need a good kick in the pants one of these days. Or a good shove in the river.' he thought to himself.

Again, his mind drifted. thinking about where he would wander next. Mapping the wastelands before the sapien turned on him. Something about knowing him in the past. He tilted his head to the side, Unsure of what she was talking about.

His head perked up for a moment. "Yessss...." He anwsered after a few minute of thought. "Wrongly judged. Forced you to stand down. Thought you were neco." He said, metallic and raspy voice recalling memories of events long past. The helm opened slightly as he started to stand upright. Hunched over, as only a mouth ripped open with a maw full of animal like teeth huffed out air. He was taller than her, enough to stand with his chin over her head and huff in the scent of her hair.

"yess....." He said after a few minutes, once again closing the helm. "Wrongly judged you and forced retreat. Solder. Thought you were neco." the metallic edge to his voice returned with the closed helm with is answer. He dropped back down to all fours, tucking the picture back into his sleeve. "You wounds shall heal. Safety in numbers is nearly required in this wastes."

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(Lol realizes it is the male who briefly tried to kill her, forgets the man she 'slept with' ;3 Can we please keep our posts decent sized please? I know they are not too bad at the moment but just make sure you don't slip. I am going to include Mika in my next post with Ace.)

The Reprobate


The shelled being seemed disappointed, even with its horrid grin still etched upon his armor. Then, he was human, Neco, but for some reason she held little hatred towards him. It could have been because all of her rage had been piled upon the cocky brunette or simply because of the kindness he had displayed. Faith recalled that he was also the man who slept in the barn house that both herself and Aleph had been sleeping in. He was a feral looking man, with a dangerous but calm expression. She had never made that connection until this moment.

"Wrongly judged you and forced retreat. Soldier. Thought you were neco."
"Your wounds shall heal. Safety in numbers is nearly required in this wastes."


The blonde nodded a single time before heading towards the exit along side this Neco who had decided to accept her. Happiness? No. She would not allow such a feeling due to forming a companionship with a parasite, though emotions were not something you could control. "May I ask of your name? I don't think I caught it even way back then or I have forgotten." The Reprobate asked, though suddenly realizing that he may ask for her own name back, or call her by her old title "Faith". "Could I also ask who the girl in the picture was...Unless...that is a touchy subject."

The pair headed into the bar next door. She tried to avoid eye contract with the asshole sat in the corner.

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Oreron

Oreron wasn't used to having such a renegade sapien under his steed. Then again, having commanded necos and subdued said necos; a renegade was something that felt a bit odd to him at this point.

"Hall." He simply answered. A name that was feared by necos during the war. And to his knowlege and the before death shouts of mercenaries and bandits that his dispatched; supossed to be dead. The bar again, a place of refuge at this point. No bandit would come into this place and think they could get out alive at this point. He perched himself on a chair again, tapping his clawed hand on the table in thought.

"Could I also ask who the girl in the picture was...Unless...that is a touchy subject."

He shivered. She was asking him a painful reminder of what he had lost. An eden that had been torched to the ground. However, The hope it did give to him from just the picture alone was enough of calming agent to keep him from attacking her.

"She was my mate. My wife. Mother to my child." He said, putting one hand his face. "They were things that made life more than just causing death and destruction." The helm hit the hurt that he felt with her memory. The heartbreak of finding her body with bloodied weapon in hand and slice across her belly. To him, if the little one wasn't alive than his life had no purpose.

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Saying Aleph was irritated to learn that both of them decided to move their conversation to the same bar he was in when they had the rest of this godforsaken town to do so was a very big understatement. Aleph would even go so far as to say he was genuinely pissed that they obviously didn't care much about leaving a disgruntled drunk Neco alone, and were doing this on purpose. Maybe they wanted him to quit drinking just to get back at him, or maybe they were just oblivious to his presence in the first place. No, it couldn't be the latter of the two, for the woman had purposely sat herself far from Aleph intentionally.

The angry, lonesome, depressed ex-warrior sat on the same bench he was on before drinking the same booz he was before and feeling more upset than he was before. He just wanted to be alone while he wasted away, but they wouldn't even give him that pleasure, and he was not about to go looking for another empty bar that still had its drinks in full-stock. So he had to deal with them both, but he was mostly just annoyed by the ungrateful woman who seemed to be hitting it off with Philip. Intentionally or not, he was forced to listen to their conversation regardless, as sound did travel in the old, quiet bar.

"She was my mate. My wife. Mother to my child." He said, putting one hand his face. "They were things that made life more than just causing death and destruction."

The drunk brunette laughed quite loudly as he heard those words, cutting off the conversation right there by intruding. "I remember one of those. A mate. But you can't avoid the inevitable. People die and it's either going to be you or them, and you'll be powerless to stop it." his words contained a colder edge to them, as if he were speaking angrily to himself. As if he hated himself. "Just give up. There's nothing you can do now. You're just wasting your time in a different way than I by clinging on to such useless hope." after that rant, he took a few big gulps of his drink and tossed the bottle straight behind him with strength and no care for courtesy, causing the bottle to slam into the far wall away from everyone and shattering. He paid no further attention to it and look for his next bottle.

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Oreron

Visions of his wife fueled oreron's abitons in finding his child. Something to, at the very least, keep him from killing everyone that crossed his path wether they were friendly or not.

This being the case, his hands shook during the drunken knight's rant. His breathing got heavier the longer he went on. Under the metalic helm, sweat started to form under his brow. The uncontrollable urge to kill rising again. That thirst for blood that was as strong as it was during the war. His head slowly turned toward the knight and a low and threatening growl could be heard.

With a quick movement, the machete that he had been carrying was buried into the wall, passing right behind aleph's head. "Have you ever held a life that you had a part in creating? Have you had something so innocent of any crime you've committed taken from you out of pure cruelty?"

The helm opened slightly, enough to either the sapien or the knight to see carved, unhealed smile carved into his mouth.

"My mate is dead. Cold as this earth and I burned her. Scattered her ashes in the plains just like she would have wanted. My little girl is still out there if they know if she is of my blood. Why would they kill a necro with my blood in her veins? As long as I know that, there is hope. Unlike one who would drink his pitiful life away like yourself."

His words were laced with hateful venom for the night, his claws digging into the table as he tried to calm himself. No need to shed the blood of someone who couldn't even fight.

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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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(So sorry for my absence...I was ill, both mentally and physically. Don't worry about me I am alright, I always am.)

The Reprobate


"She was my mate. My wife. Mother to my child."
"They were things that made life more than just causing death and destruction."


Faith's heart sank. She knew exactly how it felt to lose the people important to you, the person you loved. Orerons words began to swirl in her mind, forcing her to realize that the war did not only affect the Sapiens, but Necos too. The whole thing was causing the world to rot, and it was not "creating a new and better future" only destroying it and ripping into shreds of what could have been. "I am sorry to hear that..." The blonde whispered, almost as though she was ashamed to state it. The Reprobate and Faith Alexis were fighting a war against each other.

The angel and the demon.

"I remember one of those. A mate. But you can't avoid the inevitable. People die and it's either going to be you or them, and you'll be powerless to stop it."
"Just give up. There's nothing you can do now. You're just wasting your time in a different way than I by clinging on to such useless hope."


"You seriously need to learn some manners and sober up!" The young woman snapped, grabbing the second bottle he reached for and taking it out of his sight. "You don't know that, there is always hope..." There is always Faith. The Reprobate could still not look the brunette in the eye due to their past argument, and the prickle in her back that always came along when she did. He was incredibly stubborn and so was she. "What has been your experience then huh? If you are that chatty you might as well make conversation,"

"Have you ever held a life that you had a part in creating? Have you had something so innocent of any crime you've committed taken from you out of pure cruelty?"
"My mate is dead. Cold as this earth and I burned her. Scattered her ashes in the plains just like she would have wanted. My little girl is still out there if they know if she is of my blood. Why would they kill a neco with my blood in her veins? As long as I know that, there is hope. Unlike one who would drink his pitiful life away like yourself."


Faith fell silent as the blade punctured the wall behind the male. Her teeth sank into her lips as she listened to the conversation. She was extremely glad Oreron had placed forward his point, however...that could have been nasty.

"I'm sorry for your loss. But isn't it convenient that when one purpose dies, you have another one to cling on to? But not everyone was that lucky and most certainly not I. I didn't even get to bury her...."
"Cling to hope if you must, but don't get angry when someone who doesn't have that opportunity tells you a very probable possibility. Maybe if I hadn't realized optimism to be a burden sooner, I'd have found Faith."

I'd have found Faith.

Metaphorical
Metaphorical
Metaphorical
Faith Alexis
Aleph Banton
Too late, he had already left.

"What of you? Two years have changed you as well."


"I was captured by Necos who knew of my breed, they beat me to insanity. I am no longer Faith Alexis...I go by The Reprobate. I thought I was going to die but for some reason I found strength to survive. I spent my life killing Necos out of anger, and now I am sat here with one who has shown me so much kindness that I might just be able to live again. And...

Did Aleph Banton just ignore me? Please tell me he realizes..."

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((Not a problem. I've been in some extreme heat so I've been in dream land O.o))

Oreron

Oreron nodded, saying nothing for sheer reason of not being able to really say anything for the necos that drove her to this state. He didn't really blame her. Being beaten to near the point of death would do a number on most people. Neco or Sapien. He turned his head to the door again and shook his head. "He's to deep into his sorrow to even notice. I doubt he'll give up the bottle anytime soon." He said, turning back the table in front of him.

He tapped his finger on the table, and shook his head again. "He still calls me philip, though I doubt he knows my face beyond this armor." Oreron slipped the picture out from in between the plates of his armor and ran a claw around the child's face. "It's been almost 14 years since I've seen my girl. Makes me wonder who she looks like. Me? or her mother?"

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(I hope you alright. Though the way you put it sounds rather amusing. Can I ask where you are? Holiday?)

The Reprobate



"He's to deep into his sorrow to even notice. I doubt he'll give up the bottle anytime soon."


Faith blinked a few times, lashes long and feminine but covering a cold predictors irises. "Sorrow? Why?" She could not understand, he had not gone through such a thing as her. He could have easily found another group and lived on exactly like before, maybe better. Though she would be quickly replaced, most likely with a prettier, stronger and more compassionate Neco who would happily display her love for Aleph rather than hiding it under the rug.

The idea made her stomach twist.

"He still calls me Philip, though I doubt he knows my face beyond this armor."
"It's been almost 14 years since I've seen my girl. Makes me wonder who she looks like. Me? or her mother?"


"Hey I just ran into my...partne...frie....My...My Aleph after all this time, what says that you can't find your little girl?" The blonde reached for Oreron's metallic hand and held it lightly, even though she knew he was unable to feel her warmth. "Maybe soon you won't have to wonder anymore. You...we can still find her." The Reprobate smiled, feeling a little less like the Reprobate and more like old Faith. "Could you do me a favor? If you do, I promise to help you until you find your little girl."

She felt like she was blackmailing him out of old and horrific habit, but it was the truth. Faith needed to talk to Aleph, and she felt like Oreron could do with some hope pumping into him...

"Could you go tell him who I am?...I don't quite want to face him. It kind of hurts to find someone who you thought was long dead especially when you were..." The woman paused, inhaling heavily."As close as we were. I don't know how either of us will react. I'll await your return here, hopefully with him..."

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Oreron sighed, looking toward the door and back. The voices where finally calming, finding the squeezing of his hand by faith soothing. "if anything, He'll probably need a good knock in the head before he finally gets it. But I think I can talk some sence into him." He said, now thinking of places that someone that small could hide.

He tapped the front of his helm in thought. Thinking of where a drunk would go, especially aleph. Seeing as mearly talking to him wouldn't work seeing as he had snapped at him not two minutes before he left. His head perked up, and made a sound that would be more akin to that of a cat interested in something.

He climbed over the bar, pulling out one of the many unopened bottled of booze and some old string and tied the string around the top of the bottle. "If he's as drunk and hazy as I suspect then he won't ask questions."

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(Famished will do a little post of his locations and stuffs. I'm sure I can...convince him. ;3 If he takes a while feel free to small chat with Faith)
The Reprobate


"If anything, He'll probably need a good knock in the head before he finally gets it. But I think I can talk some sense into him..."

Faith smiled. A very honest, angelic, and warm smile that FAITH would have wore, not The Reprobate. "Thank you Oreron, thank you so much," It was as though she was being rebuilt once again as her old self, though the angry and red handed lioness still prowled inside her. It almost hurt, being two people at once, and at the same time it was thrilling. "I'll come with you and stay out of sight. I'm kind of curious as to what his reaction might be," She had no idea what she was anymore. She did not care. She just wanted her Aleph.

"You know, you tried to kill me once." The blonde whispered, turning towards the shelled creature. Despite her sentence the woman's expression showed no fear or madness, only a quiet sadness. "And I chased every Neco I saw, trying to steal away their life because I felt like they deserved it. Being honest I don't think that idea has been completely erased from my mind yet. However, you are still helping me out with mere kindness." Faith paused, pressing her lips into a fine line.

"Why do people have sudden changes of heart? Why are your hands not around my throat? Do you think Aleph's heart will have changed...for me. I mean."

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Oreron

Oreron's head lowered a bit at the memory. His anger and hate was great and at that point his sence of trust was nearly completely gone. He was bearly able to keep his own hatered under control. Any other neco would have cheered me own to kill you." He said, his raspy voice a bit hushed. "But I have no ill will against your kind. My time with my mate taught me kindness and compassion again. The thought of my daughter being alive keeps me from killing mindlessly anymore."

He tied the string around the neck of the filled bottle and cracked his neck some. The crack seemed to activated something in the armor by the sound of a sight ping sounded through the air. Soon the armor seemed to fold off and onto his back revealing a large male with the muculature of a man who have fought all of his life. He wore a tunic of high quality, seemingly untouched by the outside world until now and black pants with shoes that looked more like paws on his feet. His mouth was covered by a peice of cloth, but it didn't seem to hinder his speech.

"People have a change of heart in responce to their situation in my opinion." He shook his head, flipping long and messy black hair from out of his face. "You do not deserve death nor did you deserve the treatment you got from me back then and I apologize for that. From what I can gather from aleph." He paused for a moment and stood from his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I beleive he thinks that you are no longer alive. After I left you two on my search of Osanal, something must of happened to you two. "

Oreron sighed, the name of his daughter feeling a bit foreign to say at this time. He stood with the bottle and looked out the door, seemingly looking for where his drunken aquantance had gone. "If you don't mind my curiousity. But did you two have something more than just a partnership. Did he also not realize what you really were?"

(I'M BACK BABY! HAIL TO AATROX! : D ))

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"Any other Neco would have cheered me own to kill you."
"But I have no ill will against your kind. My time with my mate taught me kindness and compassion again. The thought of my daughter being alive keeps me from killing mindlessly anymore."


At that point her eyes began to glisten with tears. She wanted nothing more for Oreron to find his daughter, for he was most certainly a man who deserved happiness. She found it impossible to find any words to slide from her tongue and so she just smiled. Faith wished that she had held onto Aleph's survival instead of losing the plot. The blonde guessed it was simply because Oreron was just stronger then herself in all ways.

"You do not deserve death nor did you deserve the treatment you got from me back then and I apologize for that.""

At that point she laughed aloud, shaking her head with still soft pair of curled lips on her pleasant face. She approached the male who had just removed his armor, displaying someone who looked completely different, but Faith still had the same thoughts and feelings for. The woman pressed her fingers against his lips before stating, "You have shown me more than enough kindness to repay for the little incident."

"I believe he thinks that you are no longer alive. After I left you two on my search, something must of happened to you two. "

The Reprobates expression grimaced. "A bombing separated us. Not really a lot to tell." She sighed, voice low and unpleasant. "This war is not fixing anything, just tearing people apart."

"If you don't mind my curiosity. But did you two have something more than just a partnership. Did he also not realize what you really were?"

Faith found herself blushing and smiling like a 13 year old with a boy crush. "Well, I'm pretty sure you have worked out we were closer than friends. It was never really confirmed, and being honest I only realized I loved him after we departed. It drove me insane." The blonde exited the door and waved for the male to follow. "We slept together once...N..not like that! I remember waking up and feeling the remaining warmth of his arms around me. Still, I thought he never viewed me in that way until today. He called me his "mate" but...we....we were not."

"Your senses are better than my own. Do you have any idea where he has headed? I will follow...."

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Oreron

Oreron nodded, rotateing his shoulders from the stiffness he felt from them. It wasn't the first time he had been out of the suit, but it had been a long while since then. He motioned his head outside the door and walked out, though swaying somewhat. It felt somewhat odd to be standing upright again, even if the armor restricted him to walking like an animal it was still good to feel like he wasn't one again.

"I know about you two sleeping together. I was there, remember? One of you kicked me somewhat." He said with a rare jest in his voice. Her blushing amused him, but his eyes were focused around the ruined city. The tracker in him coming through.

"As for our drunken friend, he's probably looking for something to drink again. From the looks of it, he'll even follow a drink if he's drunk enough." he said, holding up the bottle. "That's where this comes in." He looked up at the ledges of the building, his eyes darting back and forth.

"How good is your balance?"

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The Reprobate


"I know about you two sleeping together. I was there, remember? One of you kicked me somewhat."

Faith grinned widely, trailing after him looking a little bit dazed. "Oh yeah, though I did not realize at the time as I had never seen you out of your shell. Sorry by the way, I know I...yeah...I reacted badly." She explained, speaking as though they had spent a huge amount of time together, when in fact this was only their 3rd or 4th meeting. "Can I ask you what me and Aleph looked like in bed? S..sorry just..." The blonde giggled lightly to finish her sentence.

"As for our drunken friend, he's probably looking for something to drink again. From the looks of it, he'll even follow a drink if he's drunk enough."
"That's where this comes in."


The woman glared up at the building, her own pupils analyzing the ledge before nodding lightly. "Do you think he is close?" She asked before taking a step backwards.

"How good is your balance?"


"Purrfect..."

The Reprobate laughed before hurling herself forward and basically leaping up onto the roof by pouncing from the cracks in the brickwork with all the elegance of a feline before landing perfectly upon the top. "I have spent the last few years living in treetops! Care to impress me?" She stated with bright feral eyes as she took a rather suggestive bow.