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  1. #11
    Ram's Avatar

    Attribute (Strength)
    (Barrel Chested)
    Merit (Arcadian Body:Str)
    (Huge Arms)
    Attribute (Dexterity)
    (Bull in a China shop)
    New ID (Andrew Sarcacious)
    Mantle (Summer)
    (+1 Athletics, Sounds of Battle)
    Ram

    Mask
    Six foot, barrel chested, and didn't skip leg day. Ram is a muscle bound behemoth. His face and body are scarred from numerous injuries and his movements look stilted with pain occasionally. Still, his craggy face does soften occasionally.

    Mien
    Ram looks like he could knuckle walk if he wanted. His arms and chest are enormous. More akin to a gorilla than human. His skin is an amalgamation of stony hide with fire cracks running through it and pieces of Fey machinery grafted at the joints. Segmented pieces of metal are bolted to run down his spine legs. Wood covers his skull with willow leaves providing hair, while curved bone horns sprout from the foliage.

    (Stone3Catch met, Stone1, Blessing2, Will)Glamour 3 Willpower Spent
    2
    PRE

    “Alright. Sera.” Still felt strange. “Cities been okay.” The Hedge was the Hedge but he didn’t mention that right now.

    “Buckshot?” he responded to Circe contemplatively. ”Hadn’t thought of that.” Given his normal dexterity, it wasn’t a bad suggestion.

    “Alright to so go all out at least once,” he said with a cheeky smile, deciding he should probably test the course at least once. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He twisted his neck from side to side and cracked his stoney knuckles while taking assessment of a dummy. In his mind he gave it a face. Twisted and angry. He imagined how it taunting him. An agent of the Fey. A loyalist sitting atop their high horse looking down on him.

    Ram’s smile twisted as his jaw clenched and the power of the Stone flowed through him. He knew this wasn’t the enemy. There was nothing to prove. Yet, in a way, that made this all the easier. Hit as hard as he could. Show what he could do.

    Rend!

    Ram took a slow stance, feeling the earth beneath his feet. Steadying himself. Bracing.

    In a real battle he definitely wouldn’t take this much time to make a hit. There wouldn’t be enough time to do it. However, Circe had given him permission and the anger that he normally let lay in a placid pool occasionally needed to boil over.

    The attack breaks the dummy and several chain links clean off the arm. The sandbag swung slowly around. Even with the force Ram had hit the other side, most of it had been directed into the target itself and down. Not a bit of hit wasted.

    The sandbag bumped gently into the Orge as he reigned in his panting. Regained control of his breathing. Stopped imaging the red and pink of brains splattered on the floor.

    After a few seconds he looked up to the Summer Queen with the same cheeky grin.

    “How was that?”

    Since this really isn’t a combat scene I went ahead took several turns worth of action. Hope that’s okay.

    Ram also takes one point of bashing for breaking an object unarmed.

    Ignoring 3 points of hardness Ram breaks 5 points of structure. Enough to destroy a person sized object
    Render | Strength 6 | Mantle 1 Distant sounds of battle

  2. #12
    Seraphina's Avatar
    Seraphina
    Presence
    (Magnetic)
    Striking Looks
    (Enthralling)
    Distinctive Voice
    (Angelic)
    New Identity
    (Sarah Jones)
    Mantle (Spring)
    (In Mini Sheet)
    Seraphina

    Mien

    Softly shimmering gold flakes catch the light whenever she moves, delicate gilded gold and diamond scales extenuate the rare greenish blue color of her aquamarine eyes. In the right light, or when her mood changes, her eyes seem to illuminate from within, it’s a very gentle glow. This is the ocean lives in Sera's eyes. The scales trail up to her temples and forehead. Her hair reaches down her back, brushing the ground, spun silver and emerald. Perfectly placed tiny pearls can be seen woven throughout her hair. Very fine diamond dust falls loose from her hair when she moves, reflecting rainbows from the light. The scales on her hands are dulled by the simple fact that her hands are translucent. There is an iridescent scale like skin that pulls delicately up from her ears. The membrane shimmers and has three curly points.
    Seraphina

    Fairest

    Nix/Treasured
    Mantle

    Cherry blossoms gilded in gold bloom from her hair, tumbling down as a warm rejuvenating spring breeze gently kisses the air with the scent of freshly cut grass. The sound of birds singing can be heard as the wildflowers grow and bloom in vibrant colors where she walks, swaying and lively in the breeze.
    Sera's hands and lower legs are translucent while the rest of her has cracks
    Seraphina

    Mask
    A fairly tall woman, roughly 5'11 with long, wavy dark brown hair. Her eyes are an intense, deep bright blue, reminding one of sapphires. Her lips are full and her skin is flawless. With that perfection comes a body that men fawn and drool over, and women envy.

    Health Tracker

    Haunted House
    Items

    Hedgespun Items

    Tear dropped shaped pendant, form fitted waterfall jacket

    Misc.

    -3 to any rolls involving Presence
    Seraphina Scenes
     
      Dreaming, -1 WP to analyze, WP to hold Dream together, Dreamscape
      -1 Glamour into Wyrdstone

    +2
    SL
    +2
    DV
    5
    PRE

    Wyrd
    •••••
    Treasured Nix

    Putting the coffee down, “That’s up to you, but it’s here for you.” She personally felt like water, not quite sure what they were going to be doing.

    “And that’s why we always go to you for such items.”
    A wink and smile. "You make some badass weapons, high quality craftsmanship."

    Laughing, “I certainly was! Though I’m not as good as Sonnie is, and I learned for self-defense. I lost a lot of what I learned when I escaped. Fawkes was teaching me how to properly kick and throw a punch.” At the mention of coffee, the Nix moves to pour Circe a cup.

    “Okay is better then bad, so a win.” A nod, “But if you have the time, I’d enjoy sitting down for coffee or something and just chatting.” She always made an effort with the newer faces.

    When Ram appeared to be getting himself ready, Sera takes out her tape and begins taping her translucent hands. Watching the Orge.

    There was a low whistle from her as she watches him strikes, eyes wide.

    “Damn. You’d be one hell of an opponent.”
    She compliments.

    Treasured/Nix Wyrd●●●●

  3. #13
    Circe's Avatar
    Scene Stats
    Striking Looks
    (Exotic)
    Presence
    Mantle Dry Heat
    Circe

    Merit-Striking Looks (exotic)
    Mein:

    Her skin turns a slate-blue and her hair bone white. The whites of her eyes are blood red, the irises are purple with cat-slit black pupils. The helix of her ears elongate out 2" inches ending in a tip. Her features sharpen and her figure has an unnatural, inhuman litheness that can be intellectually disturbing.
    Scenes

    IDK
    CSbb
    Mask

    Her skin brings to mind Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, or Asian races, though her high cheek bones and sharp facial structure don't match. Most assume she is of mixed ancestry given the pale blonde hair. Alias Mary Maniscalo.

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    "Use a double barrel and all ya need is a compass heading," was her way to reassure Ram that buckshot would work.

    "Ya ain't wrong,"
    she accepts the compliment from Seraphina. She accepts the coffee from Seraphina, "My thanks." Then turns upon Ram, "She makes good snacks ta go with the coffee if ya don't like the wondrous mundy ambrosia."

    Circe made a mistake. She moved closer to see how much damage Ram could do. The result? Circe had to cover her cup and close her eyes as the punching bag wasn't quite up to Ram's all out. While it wasn't beyond repair, it certainly would need a refill at the minimum. Circe keeps her eyes closed until she brushes the sand off her face. When Ram sees her blood red eyes once more, they are sparkling. So are her teeth in that happy smile on her face, "That. Was. Cazzo impressionante! Oh ho ho ho, great punch Ram!" Circe turns upon Seraphina, "Think we could work that inta a show fer the kiddies."

    Circe herself decided to show off with a BB gun on the target range. She twirls it whilst sipping coffee, "I'll fix that later. Maybe. Anybody want ta try shooting?"

    1 success


    She hits the target at mid range for the BB pistol.
    Fairest: Larcenist | WYRD 2| Mantle: Dry Desert Heat |Health: 8 | Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7

  4. #14
    Ram's Avatar

    Attribute (Strength)
    (Barrel Chested)
    Merit (Arcadian Body:Str)
    (Huge Arms)
    Attribute (Dexterity)
    (Bull in a China shop)
    New ID (Andrew Sarcacious)
    Mantle (Summer)
    (+1 Athletics, Sounds of Battle)
    Ram

    Mask
    Six foot, barrel chested, and didn't skip leg day. Ram is a muscle bound behemoth. His face and body are scarred from numerous injuries and his movements look stilted with pain occasionally. Still, his craggy face does soften occasionally.

    Mien
    Ram looks like he could knuckle walk if he wanted. His arms and chest are enormous. More akin to a gorilla than human. His skin is an amalgamation of stony hide with fire cracks running through it and pieces of Fey machinery grafted at the joints. Segmented pieces of metal are bolted to run down his spine legs. Wood covers his skull with willow leaves providing hair, while curved bone horns sprout from the foliage.

    2
    PRE

    Was it bad that Ram was a little bit glad that Sonnie wasn’t here? She also tended to ignore pain. Physical. Emotional.

    Ram did his best to hide the pin he felt when thinking of memories that the monkey brought to mind.

    “Fawkes?”
    He didn’t recognize the name but given how often the Freehold changed… that wasn’t really unexpected.

    “I’m.. I’m sorry,” Ram said when he saw the blood stained eyes and teeth of his Queen. At least, he assume. He’d spent a lot of glamour after all. The sounds of war still echoed in his ears after all. And sometimes other Matless responded. Heard the drum beat of war and showed within other resonate mantles. "Everything okay?"

    Without Sera it would be fine but with the Antlered crown present, Ram hoped that he hadn't made a mistake in demonstrating the power of Summer.
    Render | Strength 6 | Mantle 1 Distant sounds of battle

  5. #15
    Seraphina's Avatar
    Seraphina
    Presence
    (Magnetic)
    Striking Looks
    (Enthralling)
    Distinctive Voice
    (Angelic)
    New Identity
    (Sarah Jones)
    Mantle (Spring)
    (In Mini Sheet)
    Seraphina

    Mien

    Softly shimmering gold flakes catch the light whenever she moves, delicate gilded gold and diamond scales extenuate the rare greenish blue color of her aquamarine eyes. In the right light, or when her mood changes, her eyes seem to illuminate from within, it’s a very gentle glow. This is the ocean lives in Sera's eyes. The scales trail up to her temples and forehead. Her hair reaches down her back, brushing the ground, spun silver and emerald. Perfectly placed tiny pearls can be seen woven throughout her hair. Very fine diamond dust falls loose from her hair when she moves, reflecting rainbows from the light. The scales on her hands are dulled by the simple fact that her hands are translucent. There is an iridescent scale like skin that pulls delicately up from her ears. The membrane shimmers and has three curly points.
    Seraphina

    Fairest

    Nix/Treasured
    Mantle

    Cherry blossoms gilded in gold bloom from her hair, tumbling down as a warm rejuvenating spring breeze gently kisses the air with the scent of freshly cut grass. The sound of birds singing can be heard as the wildflowers grow and bloom in vibrant colors where she walks, swaying and lively in the breeze.
    Sera's hands and lower legs are translucent while the rest of her has cracks
    Seraphina

    Mask
    A fairly tall woman, roughly 5'11 with long, wavy dark brown hair. Her eyes are an intense, deep bright blue, reminding one of sapphires. Her lips are full and her skin is flawless. With that perfection comes a body that men fawn and drool over, and women envy.

    Health Tracker

    Haunted House
    Items

    Hedgespun Items

    Tear dropped shaped pendant, form fitted waterfall jacket

    Misc.

    -3 to any rolls involving Presence
    Seraphina Scenes
     
      Dreaming, -1 WP to analyze, WP to hold Dream together, Dreamscape
      -1 Glamour into Wyrdstone

    +2
    SL
    +2
    DV
    5
    PRE

    Wyrd
    •••••
    Treasured Nix

    “We probably could, they would love it! Though his opponents would not.” This was why Summer did what they did, they could.

    “Well, I’ve not shot anything, but I’m willing to give it a try.”
    It wasn’t like, a real gun that would cause any real damage if she missed. So she walks over and picks one up, after watching Circe, she tries, she really does. But she was not the gunbunny Smurfette, and doesn’t hit anything.

    Shrugging with a laugh, “Think I’ll leave this to the professionals, might accidentally hit someone.” Laughing, not worried that she just failed.

    Looking to Ram, “He was a Summer that was here, when was it?” looking to Circe, “Last year? But he’s moved on.”

    With him seeming concerned about Circe, Sera moves closer to look at the blue elf. “Well, she protected her coffee, and that tells me she’s ok.” But she still studies her.

    failure
    Treasured/Nix Wyrd●●●●

  6. #16
    Circe's Avatar
    Scene Stats
    Striking Looks
    (Exotic)
    Presence
    Mantle Dry Heat
    Circe

    Merit-Striking Looks (exotic)
    Mein:

    Her skin turns a slate-blue and her hair bone white. The whites of her eyes are blood red, the irises are purple with cat-slit black pupils. The helix of her ears elongate out 2" inches ending in a tip. Her features sharpen and her figure has an unnatural, inhuman litheness that can be intellectually disturbing.
    Scenes

    IDK
    CSbb
    Mask

    Her skin brings to mind Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, or Asian races, though her high cheek bones and sharp facial structure don't match. Most assume she is of mixed ancestry given the pale blonde hair. Alias Mary Maniscalo.

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    "I mean it is right outta all comics," Circe giggles, "Ka-pow! And who care about his," she laughs, "Opponents. I mean that punching bag didn't whine when it went pop." She points to it for emphasis.

    "Nothing ta worry about bro,"
    Circe reassures Ram as she walks over to him, BB gun twirling, "A lil' sand in the eye?" she laughs, "Of coarse I can handle it just fine," hopefully that was the most punishment Ram could expect. "But in my coffee? Tsk tsk tsk," Circe shakes her head as she refuses to spare either of more punishment, "That is NOT how I want ta grit my teeth."

    As for the gunfire, Circe has a suggestion. "Well the rifle with the 3 on it," she points it out, "Has a lil' extra trick ta it. Fiber sights," she points to the colored iron sights on it. Well not iron they were probably plastic, "Helps folks ta aim faster. A bit of a cheat but fun."

    "The glass psycho," she says in surprise as that old name comes up. Then the elf nods to Seraphina's question, "Yes he was wrathful. And moved on? That is a charitable way ta put it."

    Fawkes had been part of the change in leadership against Circe before he'd tried to kill a Cole and then skipped town.
    Fairest: Larcenist | WYRD 2| Mantle: Dry Desert Heat |Health: 8 | Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7

  7. #17
    Ram's Avatar

    Attribute (Strength)
    (Barrel Chested)
    Merit (Arcadian Body:Str)
    (Huge Arms)
    Attribute (Dexterity)
    (Bull in a China shop)
    New ID (Andrew Sarcacious)
    Mantle (Summer)
    (+1 Athletics, Sounds of Battle)
    Ram

    Mask
    Six foot, barrel chested, and didn't skip leg day. Ram is a muscle bound behemoth. His face and body are scarred from numerous injuries and his movements look stilted with pain occasionally. Still, his craggy face does soften occasionally.

    Mien
    Ram looks like he could knuckle walk if he wanted. His arms and chest are enormous. More akin to a gorilla than human. His skin is an amalgamation of stony hide with fire cracks running through it and pieces of Fey machinery grafted at the joints. Segmented pieces of metal are bolted to run down his spine legs. Wood covers his skull with willow leaves providing hair, while curved bone horns sprout from the foliage.

    2
    PRE

    Ram beamed at the praise as it helped to drive away the nervousness.

    “Fighting flesh and blood is a bit different,” Ram admitted. “Squishier and armor plays a bigger role when you’re not aiming to tear it apart. And then there’s grappling. Though you’re wanting to teach that, we should have some mats,” he mentioned to Circe.

    Ram listened idly to the gun talk and went over the BB bin and gingerly picked up one. Plastic sights maybe cheaper but to Ram the entire thing was already as fragile.

    “Banished?” he asked a bit hesitantly, hoping it wasn’t a tender subject.
    Render | Strength 6 | Mantle 1 Distant sounds of battle

  8. #18
    Seraphina's Avatar
    Seraphina
    Presence
    (Magnetic)
    Striking Looks
    (Enthralling)
    Distinctive Voice
    (Angelic)
    New Identity
    (Sarah Jones)
    Mantle (Spring)
    (In Mini Sheet)
    Seraphina

    Mien

    Softly shimmering gold flakes catch the light whenever she moves, delicate gilded gold and diamond scales extenuate the rare greenish blue color of her aquamarine eyes. In the right light, or when her mood changes, her eyes seem to illuminate from within, it’s a very gentle glow. This is the ocean lives in Sera's eyes. The scales trail up to her temples and forehead. Her hair reaches down her back, brushing the ground, spun silver and emerald. Perfectly placed tiny pearls can be seen woven throughout her hair. Very fine diamond dust falls loose from her hair when she moves, reflecting rainbows from the light. The scales on her hands are dulled by the simple fact that her hands are translucent. There is an iridescent scale like skin that pulls delicately up from her ears. The membrane shimmers and has three curly points.
    Seraphina

    Fairest

    Nix/Treasured
    Mantle

    Cherry blossoms gilded in gold bloom from her hair, tumbling down as a warm rejuvenating spring breeze gently kisses the air with the scent of freshly cut grass. The sound of birds singing can be heard as the wildflowers grow and bloom in vibrant colors where she walks, swaying and lively in the breeze.
    Sera's hands and lower legs are translucent while the rest of her has cracks
    Seraphina

    Mask
    A fairly tall woman, roughly 5'11 with long, wavy dark brown hair. Her eyes are an intense, deep bright blue, reminding one of sapphires. Her lips are full and her skin is flawless. With that perfection comes a body that men fawn and drool over, and women envy.

    Health Tracker

    Haunted House
    Items

    Hedgespun Items

    Tear dropped shaped pendant, form fitted waterfall jacket

    Misc.

    -3 to any rolls involving Presence
    Seraphina Scenes
     
      Dreaming, -1 WP to analyze, WP to hold Dream together, Dreamscape
      -1 Glamour into Wyrdstone

    +2
    SL
    +2
    DV
    5
    PRE

    Wyrd
    •••••
    Treasured Nix

    She had to laugh, “I believe that would be a good way to see her tear someone limb from limb. Get something in her coffee, or spill it.” Circe loved her coffee more than Sera did. And Sera respected it.

    Looking at the BB gun, “So taking more time to aim? Maybe I’ll hit something?” she asks, looking to the Summer. “Or maybe I just leave the guns to the professionals and stick with hand-to-hand combat.” A wink.

    She sighs to herself, she didn’t see him as a psycho. “I suppose you saw a side of him I didn’t.” Cole claimed Fawkes tried to kill him, but they never really got to look into it. Was it true? She didn’t know. But she didn’t see the same Fawkes the others did; she saw a more caring and gentle side. Shrugging, she was prepared to drop it.

    Looking to Ram, “I’d be up for some grappling training. I’ve never been very good at it, so I would love to learn more. Especially from Summers.” You want to learn to fight, you ask them.

    “Eh, I don’t know if he was Banished, that would fall to either the Summer Monarch or the Director. But I believe Rhodes wouldn’t step into Summer business. He just kinda left.” Another shrug.

    “So, what’s next? I know I’m eager for some practice with a human with hand-to-hand combat.” And she did look quite excited. "Or even learning a bit more with my dagger."
    Treasured/Nix Wyrd●●●●

  9. #19
    Circe's Avatar
    Scene Stats
    Striking Looks
    (Exotic)
    Presence
    Mantle Dry Heat
    Circe

    Merit-Striking Looks (exotic)
    Mein:

    Her skin turns a slate-blue and her hair bone white. The whites of her eyes are blood red, the irises are purple with cat-slit black pupils. The helix of her ears elongate out 2" inches ending in a tip. Her features sharpen and her figure has an unnatural, inhuman litheness that can be intellectually disturbing.
    Scenes

    IDK
    CSbb
    Mask

    Her skin brings to mind Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, or Asian races, though her high cheek bones and sharp facial structure don't match. Most assume she is of mixed ancestry given the pale blonde hair. Alias Mary Maniscalo.

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    "Or mess with my guns," Circe quips to Seraphina, "Or dynamite that it kinda a self solving problem oh ho ho." Circe sips her coffee carefully. "Eeeeh spoil by teaching fun, I'll just hafta settle fer being a student."

    "Oh," she nods in understanding at the explanation. "I am guessing ya mean more high school wrestling and not professional or luchadore. At least I think that is how grappling works. Luchadore sounds like more fun but less practical," she leans forward to give a stage whisper, "Plus I don't want ta hafta bedazzle ski masks."

    "Yeah what she said," she answered Ram's question. Circe and Cole had been firmly aligned against the soldier regime that ousted Circe. So Circe took Cole's word over that of the Summers who ran, "I wasn't in charge at the time. Dude that was?" Circe scoffs, "Supposedly chased after Fawkes but never came back. And," she looks to Seraphina, "Yeah I saw him crack plenty. I'll take Cole's word fer what happened."

    "Well,"
    she points to a large plastic trash barrel full of foam handles, "I have a shit ton of foam swords and knives. Shouldn't hurt if ya don't get hit in the eye. But," Circe crosses her arms, "I'm ignorant of pig stickers and not a pugilist," the elf extends her arms out so they are crossed at the elbows as she points to her comrades, "You two are the experts there. I personally need ta know ta stab people properly. So," she unfolds her arms, "Who wants ta play effective human whack-a-mole with foam knives?"
    Fairest: Larcenist | WYRD 2| Mantle: Dry Desert Heat |Health: 8 | Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7

  10. #20
    Ram's Avatar

    Attribute (Strength)
    (Barrel Chested)
    Merit (Arcadian Body:Str)
    (Huge Arms)
    Attribute (Dexterity)
    (Bull in a China shop)
    New ID (Andrew Sarcacious)
    Mantle (Summer)
    (+1 Athletics, Sounds of Battle)
    Ram

    Mask
    Six foot, barrel chested, and didn't skip leg day. Ram is a muscle bound behemoth. His face and body are scarred from numerous injuries and his movements look stilted with pain occasionally. Still, his craggy face does soften occasionally.

    Mien
    Ram looks like he could knuckle walk if he wanted. His arms and chest are enormous. More akin to a gorilla than human. His skin is an amalgamation of stony hide with fire cracks running through it and pieces of Fey machinery grafted at the joints. Segmented pieces of metal are bolted to run down his spine legs. Wood covers his skull with willow leaves providing hair, while curved bone horns sprout from the foliage.

    2
    PRE

    Ram gave Seraphina a half smile, ever so slightly warming to her. Not to mention the wink.

    Though when the conversation turned to the different impression each of the stunning women had of a man he’d never met Ram instinctively clamed back up. For a second he ws afraid he’d have to chose between attack a Queen. One he knew, easy on a joke but with fire underneath; and one he hardly knew.

    It was… tense for a few seconds. Or at least that’s how Ram perceived time. Ram knew, unfortunately, how easily such perceptions could be meddled with.
    “I mean,” he said hesitantly “For safety. Basic forms and such I could show but all grappling eventually goes to the ground,” he stated “Especially if the opponent knows what their doing.” Disclaimer. “I could show basic… very basic counters…. But unless you’re very good a grapple is going to end up in the dirt and shit.” Ram raised an apologetic eyebrow to Circe “You’re going to want give to the ground for more than the basics.

    Ram hefted his gun and tried to take careful aim at the targets while listening for a response. And he missed.

    failure
    Render | Strength 6 | Mantle 1 Distant sounds of battle

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