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To The End [O/A]
"Vestas has never been a peaceful place," the young woman recalled solemnly, staring into the fire as she tucked her knees under her chin. She looked at the stone in her hand, worn smooth with time. "I bet you this rock has seen more war then any of us combined." |
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Name: Ashlotte "Ashe" Perrine Age: 20 Height/Weight: 5'5"/113 lbs. City: Cillion Personality: A spirited, determined girl. She doesn't take no for an answer, and will never give up once she has set her mind to something. She can come off as distant sometimes, and often zones out when not in battle. Biography: Ashe grew up in the slums of Cillion, the youngest and only girl in a family of 5. She grew up with her brothers- their parents had passed away when Ashe was only three, leaving the five Perrine children to band together and fend for themselves. Life was rough, but they did what they could- being the youngest and smallest, Ashe and her brother Kairo often went out to steal things they needed. When Ashe was 10, her oldest brothers Lucas and Alexander joined the Cillian National Army, in an attempt to help their small family. Lucas never returned, and Alexander was injured severely and sent home disabled. Despite this, the remaining three children would follow in their footsteps- even little Ashe. She joined when she was 17, lying about her age. At this point, the Sentinel Invasion had begun, and they would take anyone they could get. After two years of rigorous, brutal training, Ashe rose up a deadly warrior, praised by many of her mentors. The death of her brothers Ryan and Kairo, one after the other, hit her hard, and caused her to withdraw within herself. She fights now to help pay the bills for her brother Alexander's medical expenses and to keep him safe within the inner sanctum of Cillion. Appearance: http://i1007.photobucket.com/albums/...2/claymore.jpg Weapon(s): Ashe's main weapon is her sword, but she also carries dual handguns on her person; they are her brothers Lucas and Alexander's service guns. Anything else: She hates water. Username: Strawberry Kitkat Quote:
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[A C C E P T E D[*] S E N T I N E L] Name: Ava Helliander Appeared Age: 20 years old Height/Weight: 5'7"/115 lbs. Position: Sergeant 1st class/ special forces (espionage) Personality: Zaphina is cool and ruthless. As one of the younger members of the army, she still has trouble controlling her emotions, and her ability to empathise with people gets her in trouble sometimes. She has a hair-trigger on her temper, and when she gets mad, anyone standing near her isn't expected to live. Appearance:http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u...rl/demon-2.jpg Weapons: Her main weapon is a chain with a mace on one end, and a sickle blade on the other. She also carries poison-tipped throwing daggers on her person at all times. Anything else: She has memory lapses every now and again. They are few and far between, but when they happen they go so far as to make her forget her own name. Username: Strawberry Kitkat Quote:
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Ashe leaned back on her seat casually, smoke wafting from between her lips. It was a chilly day, but she didn't seem to notice as she examined the landscape from her spot high atop a ruined building. The roof and part of a wall had been blasted off, leaving a nice, open perch for the young woman. The building itself was in an inbetween place, outside of any of the city-states- it had once been a sort of hotel, she guessed, from a lost period in time when the countries tried to exist together in peace. |
Callin opened his olive colored eyes as he took in his surroundings. The windows were letting the morning sun into his room illuminating everything in it. Illuminating the mess of his room or should he say his captain's quarters. He was the captain of the trading vessel, Silver Dawn, that went in between Riviera and Cillion. Shrugging into some simple clothing he walked out into the morning sun as he looked at his crew. They were a ragtag bunch, but he called them family, and they called him family as well. Being in the trade business was a pretty lucrative job, but it also came with its own problems. Such as pirates and looters. Luckily for them they have had pretty decent luck lately with not getting robbed.
Going towards the front of the boat he saw Cillion off in the distance. "Guys, we made it," said Callin as he saw a white bird flying high above. He raised his arm and the bird came flying down to rest on his gloved hand. "Welcome back Hinther," said Callin as he patted the bird of prey on the back. "Do you have any news for me?" Callin looked at the small leather band around the eagles leg and didn't see any notes or anything. "I guess the saying goes no news is good news right guys." Callin smiled as he looked towards his men. They would be welcomed into the state of Cillion since they were a trading vessel. So that meant good eatings, and possibly a decent bed to sleep in. Things were looking up for Callin and his crew of misfits. |
Ashe decided to head for the river, which was by far the easiest path to get to the city. Raiders and highwaymen didn't patrol the river like hawks, but people were starting to get savvy to the new route, so it was always a possibility. So far, she had avoided any trouble. |
Callin went about the ship deck looking at various things, and checking other things to make sure that they were in tip top shape. He noticed that they were getting closer and closer to the dock that they would be unloading at so they took down the sails, and used the oars on the ship to navigate the trading boat. The river was wide, but the slightest gust of wind could send them into one of the nearby banks. It was better to be safe than sorry. As they continued their way down towards the dock Callin stretched. Today they were bringing all manners of guns, weapons, and heavy artillery from Riviera. He knew that as soon as they docked there they would have to unload quickly to make sure that they got all of their cargo onto another means of transportation as soon as possible. Then they would leave and head back to Riviera, only to have to do it again.
The ship bumped into the side sending the boat lurching forward as Callin swiveled on his heel to glare at one of the crew members. The crew member said that he was sorry, and the boat continued its quiet, lazy course towards the dock. |
Vanna waited on the docks of Cillion, dressed in formal officer attire. She liked it in Cillion, the people were so easily fooled. Vanna had pulled this trick a few times the past few days and no one had stopped her, or even questioned her. So long as she looked the part and talked the talk she could get away with it. However, waiting on the dock all day for a trading vessel to arrive with goods worth selling was a task. Vanna was bored quickly and hated not having Teal there to talk to. In fact, being away from Teal made her nervous and anxious. But Teal had never approved of her 'sticky fingers' which was exactly why she never brought him along. After her day was finished she would stash her uniform, which she had stolen as well, trade in the goods at a pawn shop, return to her brother with the money and tell him the little white lie that she had worked all day doing odd jobs around town. Vanna hated lying to Teal but if he knew the truth he would probably make her stop.
Vanna sighed as she shifted her gaze to an incoming boat that was not being very graceful about it. It was a Riviera ship. She hated Riviera simply for the fact that it was at war with her home, Bethesda. She knew the only thing coming in to Cillion from Riviera would be weapons or armor. Two things that would both fetch a fancy price. Even so, she would gain a sense of pride stealing from a Riviera ship. So she flagged them down. She give them the normal report she gave ever ship she stole from. "We've been flooded with reports of suspicious cargo aboard your vessel. In turn, I am here to confiscate half of your cargo and then you may return about your business." It was pretty fool proof really. Teal was down the same dock as Vanna, he had known what 'activities' she'd been up to since the first day she'd come back with a rather large amount of money. No employee was ever that giving. So from then on he followed Vanna, just to make sure she didn't get hurt. However, unlike her he did work. He worked on ships, repairing them or cleaning them and worked on the docks, making sure they were clean as well. Instead of wearing his normal white jacket he had a blue cloak draped over his shoulders so whenever he needed to pass by Vanna he would pull it over his head, she was none the wiser. He always kept his sword-disguised-as-a-staff on him, so if for Vanna happened to catch sight of that, she know it was him in an instant. Right now, Teal was taking a break from his usual jobs and leaning against one of the dock posts. It wasn't a very hot day, luckily, but the wind was kicking up from time to time. He yawned slightly as he noticed a ship about to dock, a Riviera ship. Honestly, he didn't think any less of Riviera as he did Cillion. He simply did not care. There was no one for him back in Bethesda so why would it matter? Teal had always thought, "Let the bastards have their war. Maybe it will do the planet good to have a few less idiots among it.", when it came to the subject of war. However, his stomach tightened as he noticed Vanna begin to flag the ship down, she was obviously insane. If she got caught stealing the weapons or armor cargo that ship was no doubt carrying.. The bounty on her head would grow, triple fold. There was already a nice price out on her for a crime that Teal had committed. Unfortunately, Vanna had been the one everyone pointed their fingers at, for some reason. So now, as he watched what Vanna was doing, it was very hard for him to stay rooted to his position and watch his sister's wild actions. |
Sunlight filtered in through thin window slates, lighting the cold stone floor inside a ruined house. Half of the house was caved in, rubble piling up to the only entrance and exit, a large hole that had been made by removing the surrounding bricks. In one corner of the house, under a small cove, lay a simple bed, the mattress stuffed with hay. A boy with shaggy white blond hair moved restlessly in his sleep, disturbing the covers and pushing a small cat off of the bed. Awakened from her sleep in such an undignified way, the gray tabby hissed in anger, while flattening itself against the floor and sweeping its tail in quick agitated strokes.
The hissing awoke the boy, who was a light sleeper. Groaning, he bent down and patted the tabby's head, who immediately began to purr, her eyes closed with contentment. Smiling, the boy straightened up and slid off the bed, bringing a rough blanket down with him. "There you are, sweetheart." Jack cooed, scooping the small tabby into his hands, and putting her gently into his lap, with the blanket wrapped comfortably around her. The young adult began to stroke her head in slow movements, helping her drift off to sleep. As the tabby finally fell asleep, Jack gently picked the blanket and her up, and set her safely on the bed. About four other kittens were there, dozing in little round balls, each about the size of a softball. Standing up, Jack moved towards a stone fireplace, set in the opposite side of the wall. Stumbling a few times over a few rugs that he had salvaged from the wreckage, he finally slipped on the floor and landed with a soft thud on the stone floor. His back aching from the fall, Jack lay there for a few moments, trying to collect his thoughts which whirred around in his head. A few seconds is all it takes to get attacked, though. Immediately, something heavy fell on Jack's chest, laboring his breathing. Mayhem reigned as Jack attempted to throw off his enemy, as all he saw was a huge, white, long furred animal with piercing blue eyes and long, pure white fangs. The creature was of gargantuan size, and very desperate, but living on the outskirts of Cillion and having to deal with many hostile people, while working in the steel mill for three years had given Jack enormous strength that contradicted his appearance. Pushing off the huge creature, Jack moved quickly, pinning it down by the throat with one arm, while reaching for his short sword. Finding the smooth handle without looking away from the creature, Jack ripped the sword from its scabbard, but before trying to kill the creature, he gave it a long look, and then a long sigh escaped his lips as he relaxed, putting the sword back in the scabbard. "Tagg! How many times do I tell you not to do that?!" Jack groaned as he gazed at the dog, which was still on his back, with his tail wagging madly. Tagg the Joyful, named by Jack, was a huge Tibetan Mastiff at about two years old. Jack found him as a month old pup, an orphan like him. He had immediately fallen head over heels for the optimistic pup, who followed Jack everywhere. Though Jack had always worried about how he would take care of Tagg, but fortunately the mastiff found food himself, stealing from anyone who was careless enough to leave their food out without supervision. Jack often mused over how such a large dog managed to do such a task so nimbly. "Sorry about that, Tagg, but you shouldn't really sneak up on me like that... you're not listening, are you?" Jack glared daggers at his dog, who was sniffing around eagerly, pushing rugs around and sometimes picking them up and shaking them viciously, until he grew bored of that particular rug and continued exploring. The "love attack", as Jack called it, happened at least twice each day, whenever Jack woke up and whenever he was falling asleep. Tagg always wanted to sleep with Jack, but with his enormous size, it was impossible, so he always ended up sleeping on the floor, on top of a huge pile of rugs. Throwing two logs unto the smoldering coals resting in the fireplace, Jack warmed himself by the fire, deciding he would find some odd jobs to perform, and then go shopping to restore his food supply, which had mysteriously quickly depleted ever since Tagg had come into his life, two years ago. As if he had heard his name, the mastiff walked over to Jack and settled next to him, his enormous head resting on Jack's lap. (Sorry that the writing is kinda hay-wire stuff...) |
Ashe had bypassed the ship on the river, deciding the was too lazy to try and negotiate a ride back. Politics weren't her strong point, and if the crew had prooved to be unfriendly her hot temper might have taken over, and she didn't need the trouble. She continued on to the city, one hand resting easily on her sword as she went. |
(^^ I was thinking about that too, but I don't think I would know what to do with a Sentinel O_o.)
After his breakfast, a small loaf of bread and a fried egg, Jack got ready for the day. Pulling on a pair of worn jeans over his boxers, and slipping on his black jacket over his white shirt, he set off with a small amount of money, for whatever occasion might call for it. Stretching momentarily, Jack began to climb the rubble up to his homemade entrance. Suddenly, a rock pierced Jack's unprotected underfoot, giving a long, but very shallow scratch. He had forgotten his shoes... or he had lost them. Jack couldn't remember where he had put them, as he cast his eyes about the room. A cold, wet nose nudged his arm, and Jack turned to see Tagg carrying his boots and a pair of socks in his mouth. bemused, Jack took them gratefully, and rubbed Tagg's soft head fur. "Thanks, buddy. I hope you weren't the one who hid them." At this remark, the mastiff avoided eye contact, to which Jack chuckled light-heartedly. Pulling on his socks, and then his boots, Jack continued to his climb to the outside. The pile of bricks, furniture, and fallen beams wasn't big, and was sturdy, so Jack didn't have any trouble in reaching the entrance. Stepping outside onto a terrace, that had somehow survived years of war, the young adult took a moment to observe the scene. Vegetation forced its way through the building and into the light, growing and taking over the outskirts of Cillion. The outskirts were beautiful in Jack's eyes; war being turned into nature, as he saw it. Cracked, ugly buildings that had signs of bloodshed tracked across their walls were being turned into perfect homes for animal refugees, supporting a whole ecosystem. Walking over to the side of the terrace, Jack jumped down, carefully absorbing the shock in a roll. Just as soon as Jack righted up, he was brought down again as Tagg bravely leaped from the terrace, like a heroic hero. Though, in a tangled mess with his master, Tagg's special moment was over as he was pushed away from his master, who was thoroughly exhausted. "You don't have to come every time, Tagg... though I suppose it's worthless telling you that." Again, Jack chuckled, shaking his head in mock exhaustion. "Well, come along then, you great lump. We have some work to do." Sprinting off, Jack left a confused Tagg behind, who, after a few seconds, righted his thoughts and followed the rambunctious adult to wherever he lead. Not too far away lay Riviera's trading route, the river (sorry, I don't know its name). The river was Jack's favorite path, even though he hated water, he knew that because of the vegetation surrounding the river, there would be animals. Jack had made many friends there, and so he took that path whenever he could. Slowing down to a fast-paced walk, Jack moved onto an old, worn trail, used by travelers who's destination is Cillion. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a match box, and with a simple flick of his wrist, opened it. Hesitating, and then picking a slim, short match, he fitted it into his mouth, like a toothpick, to be chewed on thoughtfully... or for fun. As Jack moved along the path, he stopped ever so often to listen for any creatures, if they were dangerous or not. He felt the weight of the claymore on his back, and the movement of the short sword at his waist. A sudden bark reminded him of one more asset; Tagg, his Tibetan mastiff. Though, any person who met Tagg would know he's a gentle giant, unless someone he cares for is threatened. Jack remembered once when a couple of thugs were harassing him, pushing him around and threatening. They wanted him to sell Tagg to them, as he was such a beautiful and healthy dog. Tagg would've fetched a high price, for his coat and eye color. But Jack, obviously, would never sell Tagg, or give him away. They were like brothers. So, as the situation got more violent, and one of the thugs were beginning to draw a knife, Tagg went berserk. It was the first time Jack had ever seen the mastiff become this way. He jumped on the first thug, who had the knife, and almost tore out his throat. The thug's accomplice was already running away by that time, leaving a huge snarling dog to his "friend". Jack pulled Tagg off of the thug, who fled in a very undignified way, whimpering in fright. The Tibetan mastiff returned to normal once the villains had been lost to sight, becoming his joyful self once more. Jack turned to Tagg, who was currently chasing butterflies like a kitten, snapping his jaws and jumping around with ecstasy. It was so nice to see someone who was as carefree as that, one that didn't care what people thought of him. Trees began to thin out, and a wide plain sprang up, with the real Cillion in the distance, the river running in looping lines towards it. Jack yawned, the match almost falling out of his mouth and into the river. It was a nice day. The sun was out, but a light breeze stirred. He never expected to see what he did: A girl fighting a large wild cat. It was pacing her with its teeth bared, ears back and hackles raised. Stopping immediately where he was, Jack tried to think what was his best options. He could leave the pair alone, but that would be cowardly. He could intervene, but the cat would attack him and force him to attack it, and Jack didn't want to hurt the wildcat. The only option Jack could see would be to tackle the cat, and try to calm him down. 'Wait, isn't that the same as intervening? Wait, shut up brain!' Jack growled mentally, as he took a few steps towards the fighting pair. A white streak flashed by, and Tagg was suddenly play fighting with the wildcat. The cat didn't know it, but Tagg was being playful, and wasn't even using his teeth... yet. He yowled and hissed, scratching the mastiff's face with his sharp claws. Now a little annoyed, Tagg began to growl and bark warningly, daring the cat to attack him. Jack didn't want both Tagg and the wildcat to die, or be seriously injured, so he decided to intervene. He ran a short distance, and then jumped over Tagg, and unto the wildcat. It was mayhem. The wildcat began to be desperate, fighting like a cornered animal. Jack clamped the cat's jaws shut with his hands, while receiving many blows from his claws. The young adult suddenly didn't know what to do, as the cat struggled with immense power. Tagg hovered in the back barking maniacally, unable to come to his master's aid. (Sorry if I intervened and you didn't want me to :(.) |
[No, it's perfectly fine C: And the river is just the river, I never named it XD |
(^^ Okay, thanks :D :D. I think I'll make one too, now that I know about them :D. Thanks :D!)
In a short instance, the cat had Jack pinned, still with his hands clamped over its jaws, but in result suffering many long scratches from the cat's claws. Suddenly, the weight lifted from Jack as the cat went tumbling over the grass. Looking up, he spotted the girl drawing her gun. "Wai-" his yell was cut short as she fired. The bullet fell near the cat, missing it, who growled and hissed before bounding off over the hills and towards thicker vegetation. Standing up and brushing off the dirt from his pants, Jack took her proffered hand and shook it heartedly. His face beamed with a huge grin, gratitude written all over it. "You have an amazing aim! I've never seen anyone so good with a gun!" He chattered on, promptly releasing her hand as he bent down to inspect Tagg. "Tagg and I would've been in quite a fix if you hadn't come along... er, helped us... um... whatever happened, thanks for helping us." Rustling Tagg's soft fur, Jack checked the thin scratches along his flanks, making notes that they seemed fine, but it would be best to treat the wound. Better safe than sorry. "Are you going to Cillion as well? We are as well, to get some errands done... wait a second, are you in the army?" Cocking his head to one side, like a dog, or like Tagg who immediately followed Jack's lead and did the same, Jack put forth the question. The girl seemed familiar... maybe a commanding officer. (Yes! Three hip hip hoorays for short posts XD!) |
Ashe listened blankly as the boy chattered away, one eyebrow cocked quizically. Where had this kid come from? And how did he talk so much? She was surprised his tongue didn't explode; then again, Ashe had never been one for talking. |
When Jack saw Ashe cock her eyebrow, he laughed openly. It wasn't the first time someone looked at him like that. Things like that happened all the time, and Jack took it as a compliment. He would rather be called strange, abnormal, weird than normal and average. Insults were ranked from comments like average ranking 10-10, and things like (excuse the language) bastard ranking around 2-10, ten being the most atrocious.
Jack listened intently, falling strangely silent as Ashe talked. Now he recognized her; a commanding officer he had barely seen, only occasionally. He had had a few run ins with her, but not many, and they had barely talked. Being out of the army for a year already, Jack doubted she remembered him. "Jack Maire. Glad to make your acquaintance. This here is Tagg the Joyful, a sweetheart." Letting go of Tagg, Jack watched him bound over to Ashe and begin to sniff her, his tail wagging with so much happiness dust and stray leaves and grass blades swirled in disarray. "I used to be in the army, but I dropped out about a year ago." Jack fell silent for a moment, the memories rushing into his head. They weren't exactly unhappy, but they weren't something you would want to remember all of the time. Suddenly grinning, he stood up and walked over to her, slightly stooping to pet Tagg, who was currently trying to jump up on Ashe's shoulders to lick her face. Grabbing a handful of Tagg's long soft neck fur, Jack pulled him back slightly, wrapping his arms around the mastiff's chest, to prevent him from jumping on Ashe. "If you were worrying, don't. I'm not a hater of the army. I mean, they are keeping us safe. If you want to stop them, you have to stop the war, I guess." Bowing his head in a sign of embarrassment, Jack fell silent. He felt awkward talking about what other people should do. Feeling hypocritical, he tried to avoid it. |
The inside of a Sentinel Camp is rather drab. It should be, really. It was war they were referring to here, after all. Glyn didn't mind. He just wished for a change every once in a while. Along with most the soldiers of their race.
Plus, the cot was uncomfortable. That just made things dreary. Groaning, the assassin rubbed his forehead, finding a small amount of sweat dribbling down on his hand. He blinked...most, as well as him, were unaccustomed to the drastic differences in temperatures as well. It was much colder from where they were...even in the tundra of this place was just warm to them. Other areas were unbearable... But these were just preferences, not interruptions. Sighing heavily, Glyn opened another package of sweets, consuming them quickly. This helped with the weather, for him, at least... Also the occasional sniping and assassinating. Maybe today was the correct time. |
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