Description
Antho Rohiri
Age: 55
Race: Human
Appearance: A man standing about 6ā2ā tall, shoulder length white hair, An eyepatch covering his left eye, His right eye an emerald green color. Wearing self-made leather patchworked armor from animals he had killed in a forest. Lightly tanned skin, and a scruff of a beard. Muscular but not overly large.
Abilitties; Can create animals out of lightning to help him do different things.
Motivations: Antho wants to learn more about his magic so he can help others, to protect others, to make sure what happened to him, doesnāt happen to anyone else.
Principles: Will kill if he has to survive, but would prefer not to do so if he can help it. He wonāt attack the innocent, or the defenseless. Tries to be an honorable warrior, and wants to protect the weak.
History: Antho grew up in a military family, his parents, and his older brother all gained long successful careers in the military. He wanted to follow suit. Completely enamored by the idea of doing the same things his family did. Moving from place to place, seeing new things, doing things that help people.
As soon as he was of age, he enlisted. Gaining a career in his own right he rose through the ranks until he reached the rank of Captain. Once that was achieved he began training new recruits in the ways of the military rank and file.
Having trained a fresh batch of scouts, Antho decided it was time to lead them on their first mission. Taking them out in the field to see how well they worked under a real threat. Unfortunately, this is where things go wrongā¦.
Someone had leaked the information about the mission to the enemy Anthoās team was sent to scout. An ambush, next thing he knew, his team was dead, and he had been blasted in the left eye byā¦.somethingā¦.he wasnāt sure what, having lost his team and having no chance for success in the mission all he could do was run, run into the forest.
Days went by, Antho learning to survive, what to eat, what to stay away from, how to make armor, a bow, arrows, a shelter from stormsā¦.He had managed to survive, Eventually finding his way back to the military he had once served. Looking like a ragged stranger, people at first didnāt believe it was him.
It wasnāt until a couple of months later, after rigorous tests and making sure his psyche was still in tact that he was finally cleared for duty again, and his KIA status was removed. However by this point, Antho was dissatisfied with the military, and wanted to explore the world on his own terms. So he left.
At first, it was a rough time, survivors guilt plagued the man, going from tavern to tavern to drown his sorrows in alcohol. Getting him into multiple fights, and consequently, discovering he had magic!
After his discovery of his magic, things started to take a turn for the better. He sobered up, and began to learn more about his lightning style creation magic. Limited to the 4 most common creatures he saw in the forest during his time alone in the world, he decided to go on a mission of self discovery.
Antho began by travelling from town to town, looking for someone to teach him about magic and what could cause it. Figuring out how to weave basic animals out of lightning and getting them to do what he wanted through self trainingā¦.
His search for the infamous Golden Heart mageās guild began.
So begins...
Jay Null opens his comms, reaching out to the vessel he notices off his bow.
Is everything okay out there? Do you need a terrestrial assist?
he asked inquisitively.
Outside of orbit around the planet Terra.
A medium-sized ship, shaped like a triangle with a blunted end, moves slowly towards Terra and the space station above it. The shape and size of this ship may have been seen before, but this one in particular has never been witnessed by any Terran, or as a matter of fact, any species or beings besides the ones who had made it. If they were able to trace it's origins, then it would point to an unexplored area known generally as RA-619, and even more specifically the Glendathu system. The doesn't seem to be armed, and a scan for life would only turn up three humanoid beings.
The ship made no advances of any sort towards the planet or the station, and seemed to just be there. Watching. Peaceful, it seemed, and the crew had no intentions of attacking. But they were truly awestruck. In front of them was a culture, a sophisticated one, unseen to any of their people, and they didn't know how to feel about it. They were just awaiting orders at this point.
Jay Null shrugged and closed the comms. The traffic in the Terran orbital was bustling as usual, an economic boom brought on by the prolonged period of peace. Alas, he knew the endless waltz of history, and had work to do.
Tapping a few buttons on his console, he maneuvered down towards Wing City Spaceport, leaving a faint thruster trail in his wake.
Meteor appeared as a small flicker in the sky
Meteor zoomed out and away, a twinkle in the sky.
Professor G spotted the shooting star from his view out the station window, and gave an exasperated sigh.
What's this, another Gundam?
he opined, wondering if his cohorts thought the same.
Master O nodded in agreement.
Very well. I'll tell the others.
he said, before grabbing his coat from the rack and departing for the docking bay.
Meanwhile, a Gundam truly had breached the atmosphere and entered Terra's lower orbit, coming from Wing City. It was an old AEU-09 AEU Enact Space Type from long ago. As it ascended, it transformed into it's space-faring flight mode shape.
The name of the Gundam was Sol Senshi- and nobody was supposed to be operating it. It had been refurbished for unknown to the public purposes and locked down, hiding in plain sight in Wing City Spaceport.
Who was even operating it?
Whoever they were, they were certainly a criminal now.