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Post by Wake on Jan 21, 2016 19:18:18 GMT -5
Type of Faction: Scholar Faction.
Emblem: A blank Diamond.
Location: The Capital Wasteland / The Commonwealth
Faction Leader: The Head Archiver, The Librarian.
Goals: The main goal (and the reason why The Curators were created as a group) of this group is to claim lost knowledge and restore it under a massive database and library called "The Archive." Pre-war books, history of the world before and after the war, designs for weapons, technology and vehicles, logs of journals, holotape recordings and games, a bestiary of creatures and threats all over America. One very notable objective of The Curators is to not produce anything on a mass-scale, only for "experiments." This makes factions such as The Institute different from The Curators. This is not a group of scientists, but a group of like-minded people with a goal to preserve and protect knowledge itself. For example, if given a deceased synth, The Curators would use the body to find out how it works (if they can) and put detailed information about the synth structure into The Archive. They would not recreate a synth. This system applies for weapons and vehicles also. It is the long-term goal of The Curators to educate. But before The Curators can educate anyone, they must first become teachers by collecting the information in The Archive, which they will protect.
All in all, the main goal of The Curators is to collect knowledge, bring it to The Archive to be added to the stockpile of information and then, in the near future, share the knowledge with the uneducated Capital Wasteland and, maybe in the long-term, beyond.
Beliefs: To get to the ultimate goal of The Curators, they work in secret to protect The Archive. While not violent in nature by any means, The Curators will protect The Archive (their lives works) if it means life or death. Ultimately, the main belief of this is to collect all types of knowledge in the most discreet way possible. If approved by the Head Archiver, the Curators can actually open up to certain people / groups, but to most, The Curators doesn't exist (yet).
Allegiances and Enemies: Because of The Curators discreet way of working, the relations with other factions haven't actually taken any progress, let alone started. However, this doesn't stop Curators from having an opinion:
Galaxy News Radio, Three Dog - Allies. When Three Dog helped The Curators with the long-range transmitters (see history, 2288), The Curators agreed to help the "good fight" by giving knowledge to the Wasteland. They also got Three Dog's absolute agreement to not tell anyone about them until the time was right. This time... is soon. Three Dog is the only real ally and known friend of The Curators outside The Curators themselves.
Raiders - Hate. The backside of the new world. They will destroy everything given the chance, disorganized and a mess. There's nothing to like about Raiders.
Outsiders / Scavengers / Settlements - Like. The Curators was founded by oddjobs from Megaton, Bethesda and Little Lamplight. Why wouldn't The Curators like these sorts of people? These are the people The Curators hope to aid one day by educating.
Brotherhood of Steel (east coast) - Wary. It's difficult to predict the Brotherhood, mostly for their gun-ho attitude and codex. When The Curators become ready to teach the world, The Curators hope to have good relations with the BoS and aid them by giving schematics and technology information in exchange for Brotherhood History and data.
The Outcasts - Wary. Understandable that the Brotherhood would have civil debate, especially if one prefers "old ways" to "new ways." The Curators will stand out of Outcasts way.
The Institute - Wary. No one knows anything about The Institute in The Commonwealth. That gives Curators reason to stay extremely wary of them and careful not to judge them for what others say. Gary Gotham gave quite the insight into The Institute life and location, but only one account is simply not enough for The Curators.
The Railroad - Like. They sound very noble in their goal. Gary Gotham gave them a glowing reference and their presence in The Commonwealth and Capital Wasteland, though secret, is known to The Curators who will allow them to do as they wish.
The Enclave - Dislike. While depicted as 'evil', it is hard to see this from The Enclave's side of view. And until that view is found, The Curators cannot decide if they can like The Enclave. However, the issue with The Enclave is how they destroyed quite a lot of The Capital Wasteland's culture with their war against... well, everybody during Project Purity.
Super Mutants - Hate. The creation of evil, created to simply be a plague upon all lands as a destructive force that never stops. There is nothing to like about the Super Mutants. Unless the Mutant is sentient enough to stop and speak out terms, they are to be avoided or exterminated.
Vault Dwellers (in general) - Like. If a Curator meets a Vault-Dweller, the information on Vault-Tec is invaluable, as well as the tale of the Vault-Dweller themselves.
The Pitt Slavers - Hate. Slavers are just as bad as raiders, only slightly more organized.
Talon Company - Dislike. The Merc group has no morals. People with no morals or restrictions will expose The Archive.
Diamond City - Like. A giant city inside a baseball stadium... they allow outsiders in. It's extremely rare to find within places like The Commonwealth to find kindness, even if there is a hidden evil inside of it, it's still hidden. Much like The Curators secret goal.
Regulators - Like. A group devoted to law and order. The Curators can respect that and aid with collected knowledge in time, hopefully.
Littlehorn & Associates - Dislike. Assassin's who murder for caps. A horrible trade. The Curators hope they do not come after any member of The Curators and discover The Archive for whatever reason.
Reilly's Rangers - Wary. While they do have morals, they are still Merc's.
Treeminders - Like. A strange, yet peaceful tribe living out, protecting... trees. If they allow The Curators in one day, the Archive will certainly appreciate their data.
Headquarters: The Archive.
"The Archive" is actually the name for an underground library and large database under the Georgetown Public Library in the Capital Wasteland.
(The Georgetown Public Library building, modern day)
(Inside the building itself. Imagine this is now a wreck. Under the building is The Archive)
(Imagine some terminals and more faded wood. This would be The Archive) The Archive's primary function is to house all collected knowledge in all fields of information by The Curators. The Head Archiver is a person who devotes themselves to The Archive, knowing the layout inside out and being able to look after all the data and books, keeping them from becoming glitchy or decaying.
Locations: There aren't actually any locations The Curators use as a group apart from The Archive. Each Curator is entitled to their own private locations, of course, but they mostly spread themselves out over the Wasteland(s).
Armaments: No set weaponry. Each Curator, however, is given a quill as a token of being a member. A Raven's feather, sharpened into a quill, of course. There's nothing special about the quill, other than it being sentimental.
Armor and Uniform: There is no set uniform.
Vehicles: Theoretically, they could have vehicles if they built them with the schematics, but the chances of such a thing happening is extremely slim. So no, they have no vehicles.
Technology: Aside from the typical holotapes (logs, songs and games) and terminals in The Archive to keep documents of all natures on, The Curators use long range transmitters to communicate with one another. These items, while extremely scarce, are almost The Curator's only real key of communication other than going to meet in person. Note: Long range transmitters only limit across a single wasteland. No like the Deep Range Transmitter.
Other: The Curators collect many things for The Archive: -Pre-war books. -Historical items, pre-war and modern. -Schematics for buildings, weapons, vehicles, tools, components, technology...anything, really. -Holotapes of all kinds (logs, recipes, games and songs). -Information of any kind. Tales spoken to a Curator is often recorded, either by mouth or written, onto a holotape and later added to The Archive.
Numbers: At least 50 members, some more devoted than others, scattered across the Wasteland and a tiny amount in the Commonwealth, bringing in information from time to time. These people are absolutely devoted to the secret location of all knowledge, The Archive, and believe in the goal. Imagine how many members there would be if The Curators went public?
Ranks: Ranks? Among scholars? There are no ranks among The Curators, only the joined agreement that The Librarian is the Head Archiver of The Archive. That is the only position- aside from, of course, the five founders.
Symbols: The Curators use symbols (much like The Railroad in the Commonwealth) to mark different locations. Symbols and meanings are as follow:
Mark of Interest. This generally means that the location is of interest. That doesn't mean it has more scrap than anywhere else, it often means The Archive has quite a bit of information on that location and it has significance of some sort.
Danger. This means the immediate area beyond or around this symbol is a threat.
Curator. This is often marked on the doorways of Curator member homes. It means any other Curator member is welcome in that area. When questioned by a non-Curator on the mark, the member is often encouraged to make a white-lie to say something like "it is symbolic."
Archive. There is currently only one of these made as a symbol, and it is marked on the entrance to The Archive.
History:
-In the year 2285, The Curators were formed.
2280: Lucy was a girl from Little Lamplight who had an obsession with understanding how the cave worked. She didn't quite grasp the idea of living in a cave and always dreamed of growing up and going beyond, into an unknown world. When she finally came of age, after conquering knowledge of many kinds inside Little Lamplight itself and being called "nerd" and "little scholar" a lot by the other children, she left for Big Town. But she never made it. Instead, Lucy began to explore the Capital Wasteland in all it's glory.
Around the same time as this, Corvus Blackwater from Megaton and Jessica Rose from Bethesda met by accident. Corvus was a trader who had an obsession with collecting rare and antique "scrap", being known as Megaton's eccentric for collecting items that even a thief would leave alone due to not understanding what the pieces of paper, little figures or flags meant or represented. Jessica Rose, on the other hand, was quite the same- known as Bethesda's eccentric for collecting pre-war books and holotapes she could get. They met by accident in the nearby Super Duper Mart, both having a hint on an intact magazine that both wanted to get and happened to get to it at the exact same time. From that moment on- they became extremely good friends and often traveled together, trading and collecting new artifacts everyone else found useless.
Mr. O'malley and Mrs. O'malley are ghouls. They had seen what the world was like before the war and compared it to what it is now, staying alive through staying low inside The Georgetown Public Library, skillfully setting up traps over the decades.
2285: Lucy stumbled upon Corvus and Jessica Rose inside the ruins of the Arlington Library. After it was completely locked down by the Brotherhood of Steel, there wasn't much to get from the library other than the sneaking lessons taught by getting around the Brotherhood themselves who now resided there. The trio managed not to get caught after a long moment of confusion of bumping into eachother in the darkness. When they got out, empty-handed, they discussed and realized the three were there for the same reason and decided to travel together into the big city, hoping to find something with eachother, to have better chances.
When the trio came across the Georgetown Public Library, they thought they had struck gold... that was until Lucy fell into one of the O'malley traps and began bleeding out by getting shot in the knee. The O'malley's, realizing they were not Super Mutants, Raiders, Talon Company or any big men in power armour (BoS), deactivated most of the automated traps to help the wounded bystander. This is when the trio were introduced to the underground library in which Mr. O'malley and Mrs. O'malley resided in. It was well preserved, but worn with age.
After two days of meeting one another, the five decided to make The Curators, realizing they had similar interests in helping the fallen world.
2288: After the incident of Lucy being permanently damaged in the knee and unable to travel large distances, she was named "The Librarian" of The Archive, the underground library of The Curators. By this point, the other members were collecting knowledge for The Archive with the end goal of having enough knowledge to share to the world. Corvus, Jessica and the O'malley couple were the founders of The Curators and gained memberships in secret by friendships with outsiders who also believed in the goal of collecting knowledge.
2288 was an eventful year for The Curators growth. Gary Gotham came into contact with The Curators in this year. Many people in The Capital Wasteland also joined The Curators in this year through word of mouth. Gary was special in the sense that he was from The Commonwealth and came to the Capital Wasteland after the events there. He bought with him information about that wasteland which proved invaluable to The Curators, which encouraged an expedition to The Commonwealth itself. Gary refused to be on this expedition, stating "he escaped for a reason." He remained in The Capital Wasteland, collecting information personally for himself and The Curators, despite not being a member.
The expedition, led by Mr. and Mrs. O'malley, consisted of 12 people. They arrived in The Commonwealth in the same year, but only with 7 people.
Luckily, The Curators in this year also came across the long-range transmitters through a pact with the famous Three Dog on the Galaxy News Radio. Jessica Rose and Corvus Blackwater had a very large discussion with the radioman about their plans and how they were ultimately inspired by his speeches. Three Dog, convinced The Curators are going to aid in the future in "the good fight", gave The Curators a couple of long-range transmitters that the Brotherhood of Steel gave him access to "back in the day." The Curators use these transmitters on a regular basis. Three Dog is also The Curators only ally outside The Curators themselves, since they have not yet established themselves among The Capital Wasteland.
2289: The expedition to The Commonwealth was rather tragic and did not end very well. Upon the death of Mrs. O'malley, one of The Curator founders after getting shot by Raiders, the team was reduced to 4 people. Mr. O'malley, the leader of the group, was extremely disheartened by the death of his over-200 year old lover. He began taking risks, thinking that death would bring him back to his lover, uncaring if he died or not, putting the three other Curators before himself. This, however, actually improved the effectiveness of the group and got them into The Commonwealth and established a rather nice, quaint presence there after reaching Diamond City. They remain in The Commonwealth today.
More members from The Capital Wasteland joined The Curators through a discreet recruitment program. The program was not public, but it often starts through tests... such as, when someone takes an interest in pre-war books or the symbols The Curators use. When a normal, sane person (non-raider) begins showing intelligence around a Curator member, they are often reported to The Librarian through the long-range transmitter and evaluated through a risk assessment and personality assessment. If they person doesn't pose that much of a risk and the personality matches that of an open-minded intellectual (or something close to it), the person is often given the chance to become a Curator and will always see The Archive before their duty for collecting knowledge begins.
The Librarian (Lucy) remains in The Archive, comfortable with The Curators work and success.
2290: The current year. It is often discussed among The Curators when they will actually open up and begin teaching people, now that the group has become quite large in numbers. The Librarian promises "soon" and encourages individuals to begin their work teaching, but not in the name of The Curators, only themselves- this is so when they announce their presence in The Capital Wasteland, the teachers will already be known.
But The Librarian is still awaiting word from Mr. O'malley in The Commonwealth...
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Post by Wake on Jan 21, 2016 17:03:35 GMT -5
Swindon blinked a few times. It's very rarely she hears he own voice, if ever... having her own repeated to her was extremely strange. But she gave a soft smile, realizing how useful of a feature (at least for a helmet and armour) that would be. If anything, her smile hid her doubts and uncertainty about this man- if it was a man at all, could be a woman.. or robot. Or... both? Swindon's mind wondered into imagination for a short time before she watched him leave, waving slowly. "See you later!" she said happily. When she watched him go, she breathed out softly, rubbing the back of her neck and looking down as Cuddles (the cat) rubbed itself against her foot. Systematically, she knelt down and stroked the cat. "You might want to get comfortable, little one... I got a lot of work ahead of me..."
In reality- it doesn't matter how old you are (unless you are too old to be a Jedi, which in this case, isn't the point). Swindon was, if anything, a hard working young adult with a lot of motivation for doing what she enjoys. . .and at this very moment, she enjoyed the idea of making a crazy bounty hunter looking guy smile when he comes back, seeing his wreck of an advanced vehicle, which she guessed was both expensive and sentimental, fixed and polished. Never ever did she do it for the money. Credits never got Swindon far (though in theory, she would get far if she realized it did) because she was always stuck in the same life of crappy jobs for little pay. It became a way of life- normality. She did what she did for the smile on the customers face. So when it came down a speeder bike, destroyed from obvious battle, a machine obviously built for battle, she began repairing it instantly. Though it was quite difficult. The turbothruster especially. Repulsorlift was easy. But the turbothruster was quite difficult due to the model of the speeder itself. That is when Swindon realized that her junk speeder had the parts she exactly needed to repair the one for the Mandolorian.
Quite quickly, the garage became a mess of parts, wires and components from two different speederbikes. She was taking apart her own junkspeeder, taking the good working parts and putting it in the customers speederbike as it hovered quite happily, still bent and burnt in some areas. But she intended to fix this afterwards. As soon as she thought the turbothrusters were repaired, she began to work on the shape, hitting the dents with a simple hammer from the inside, making it look as good as new as the dent went back out, forming a more organized shape. The left stabilizer was just as simple, a mere replacement job.
When Swindon took a moment to breathe, realizing she hadn't taken a break, Cuddles was staring at her, licking it's lips. Outside the garage door, it actually began to get dark. She had been working all day. Rolling her eyes, she made her way over to a cupboard, unlocked a secret compartment full of tins and opened one, pulling out a dirty bowl and letting Cuddles eat some type of meat made for cats. She smiled warmly as she took a small break, watching the cat eat, having nothing for herself. It wasn't like she could continue anyway. She needed those slave circuits more than anything to fix the controls and heatsink.
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Post by Wake on Jan 20, 2016 15:58:40 GMT -5
Watching the scene unfold before her bright teal eyes, she was hesitant to move as he came in. When his hand was near his blaster, she may have been even more hesitant to breathe, thinking she was about to get kidnapped or forced to work for free or something of the like. The armour was truly intimidating and the Mandolorian wasn't a normality. Even when he began speaking, she watched him uneasily, not looking away, hesitating. Then she heard what he had to say.
"Re-repulsorlift, heatsink and t-turbothruster..." she repeated after he said the words, being sure of herself. "Left stabilizer and altitude control... Got it. I'll get it done... as soon as possible." Her confidence was gifted back to herself when Swindon looked down at the broken machine before her. It's not as if she's seen worse. And, unlike most other mechanics, the amount of credits didn't click to Swindon's mind. She was good with maths, yes, but her money was given to her almost always by the boss. And the boss wasn't in. Five-thousand credits would easily go down to at least two-hundred credits for Swindon's wages. "As for parts, you'll need new power pack, a couple of slave circuits and a new seat... you... may want these if you want to..." she paused, her smile weakening as she looked at the blank gaze of the helmet. "...ride it again. As for the repulsorlift, I can easily replace that-" she said, walking over to a tool cabinet on the side, against a wall, opening it and looking at all the spare parts, bulky and tiny, giant and microscopic "-and fix the stablizer and the turbothruster shouldn't be any trouble at all, if I just install a new one, we should have one or two laying around to scavenge parts from" she lied.
On the tool cabinet, a small (but very noticeable) ginger cat watched the stranger in armour, tail flicking from time to time.
"I believe I can repair it by tomorrow morning" she said softly "have no doubt. You chose the only mechanic insane enough to not sleep over this." She gave him an assuring smile and walked back over, holding a few tools. "You may want to enjoy your day, though. This is, no doubt, going to take me a long while to get fixed. It'd be a very boring show!" she giggled happily. "...I'm glad none of your weapons aren't damaged. I can't fix them."
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Post by Wake on Jan 20, 2016 15:28:39 GMT -5
That night, Octavia didn't sleep very well. Not that anybody had noticed- she tried to sleep just out of the way of everyone, ending up sleeping on the floor, in fact, against the wall, not looking passed out from drunkenness, but rather, peacefully meditating... and sleeping, of course. She didn't want to ask anyone to share a room, since the house was already packed- she didn't want to get in anyone's way either. But she also didn't want to sleep outside. So, just out of the way, comfortable in the corner, she slept, surrounded by sound. This also meant she woke up quite early soon, before the Nord decided to wake everyone else up. The only reason she didn't sleep very well is because of a bad dream. Wasn't anything of ill mentality- Octavia simply had a bad dream.
While sat with a rather large piece of bread and a tankard of milk, refusing the soup, stew and ale, Octavia blinked as the Elf appeared seemingly out of nowhere. "Octavia" she said in a cheerful tone. "Of course you may. Last night? I simply wanted a clear mind. Too much alcohol would make me soft in the head....in a strange, well-mannered village such as this full of strangers? I couldn't possibly get drunk. Not that I don't trust anyone here, I just simply don't know who I am sharing the expedition with." Octavia gave a soft smile to the Elf. "Being here, seeing all these people for this purpose... it's overwhelming." She finished with a bite into her bread, watching the Elven stranger for a reply. Her voice was soft, gentle...yet well collected. No 'uhm' or 'ers' anywhere. She simply spoke after thinking what she was going to say.
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Post by Wake on Jan 17, 2016 21:21:18 GMT -5
In the darkness, outside Chorrol, Loredas 5th In the darkness of the night, a figure moved quietly along the road, quiet enough not to be noticed, loud enough to have a presence. It shifted, walking down the cobbles, boots clicking after every step, metal clinking at every movement. The traveler peered into the darkness at the large wall of Chorrol, blinking at it's fortified design. Slowly, a Guard by the gate on duty, holding a torch, watched as the figure came closer to reveal a High Elf, smiling happily as bright green eyes come into view, the woman's curved blade, worn bag and leather armour showed she was quite clearly someone who's been places and seen things beyond the Guard's comprehension. He nodded towards her as she entered the city- and the first place Octavia sought was somewhere to rest her head. Her footsteps bee-lined to the Grey Mare Inn. It was never Octavia's intention to come across another adventure. In fact, she had just come from a rather large adventure which lasted her many years- an adventure of knowledge, leaving home, studying at the College in Winterhold then travelling across the north of Tamriel to find someone to teach her how to use a blade. Her journey had no real goal to it, other than to learn. Chorrol was meant to be a rather small stop on the way home to Anvil, since she hasn't seen her parents in those many years since she left.... but there was a rather curious piece of paper hanging in The Grey Mare Inn which caught Octavia's bright green eyes. After she had rented a room with what was left of her coin (which wasn't a lot to begin with), she approached the poster with a curious gaze and read it, interested. Once it was read- Octavia knew she couldn't ignore the challenge. She wasn't exactly qualified with anything of the Heartland Elves, they being, after all, a rather ancient race that enslaved the Imperials...nor was she at all experienced with anything of such advanced magick. But she knew history. And she knew how to fight. How hard could it be? Octavia curled up into the bedroll the tiny, bare room offered her, sighing sadly at the uncomfortable feeling it gave her. She promised herself, childishly, one day she'll be so rich that she won't need to sleep in uncomfortable beds. Closing her eyes, Octavia also swore to herself she will take up that challenge.. she will go on that expedition, she will find Insebrook and Lord Torsil... she promised herself. That night- she slept well.
Sundas 6thOctavia got up reasonably early and asked the Innkeeper which direction Insebrook was. After being told it was along a fairly normal 'dirt road', it was what Octavia looked out for when exiting the north gate, heading out on another adventure. With no gold on her, a curved blade, a backpack with a few supplies and a bedroll, the High Elf was merely stumbling in the dark, seeking adventure to keep her going. It wasn't long before, while lost in the complex palace of her mind, Octavia came across a rather innocent dirt trial...
When the High Elf arrived at Insebrook, she was drawn to the tower like a spriggan to nature. After a few moments of inspecting it and being rather amazed by it, she quickly turned to find the Inn. The poster didn't directly state they needed to meet inside an inn, but Octavia knew well enough that no one was hanging around the tower, the smithy made no sense, the farmers wouldn't house scholars... but an inn certainly would. She entered the inn, keeping herself to herself for now, sitting nearby to people who would arrive... from time to time, she might get involved in a conversation, to make people aware she was there for the expedition, but until someone spoke to her directly, she wasn't going to put herself in the candlelight.
That wasn't to say Octavia was at all depressing. She was actually very noticeably upbeat around the happy atmosphere, being merry with everyone else. Though she didn't drink much- one bottle of mead lasted her the entire night.
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Post by Wake on Jan 13, 2016 20:34:14 GMT -5
Thank you so much <3
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Post by Wake on Jan 13, 2016 14:29:46 GMT -5
I can't wait to arghh-peee with this character! ;O
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Post by Wake on Jan 13, 2016 14:26:52 GMT -5
Gooood, gooood. Also: I love that song :D I also love that game. MY GOD ITS SUCH A GOOD GAME! Oh god, Tales from the Borderlands! I played the Demo for my parents and they decided to buy the game! But we had to wait a looong time for all the episodes to come out, since we played it from Episode One. But it was well worth it! ;D I miss Tales from the Borderlands. The story, the characters, the humour- it was too good!
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Post by Wake on Jan 12, 2016 17:48:03 GMT -5
Well, after finding out what happened to Rivet City from HuniepopDawg ThreeDawg, I've given this ANOTHER update to make Lana even more simple. Now she is a simple, cheerful scavenger! What a downgrade =C ... At least she's happy.
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Post by Wake on Jan 12, 2016 11:12:13 GMT -5
:DThanks Dawg! I've updated the history to say Dragonstar =D
I've played Skyrim! D= Spent almost 2-3 years of my life on it! Yes, I know Octavia may be subject to lots of racism. I'm actually looking forward to it x3
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Post by Wake on Jan 11, 2016 19:40:24 GMT -5
Somewhere on Coruscant... Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The horrible noise of an electric machine telling her every morning to get up. Swindon loved her dreams and to be torn away from them so suddenly by the alarm was like waking up to a nightmare.... except life wasn't a nightmare. It was too mundane, tiresome and dull to be a nightmare... because a nightmare is still classed as a dream and life wasn't a dream. Swindon sat up, breathing out softly as the lights came on automatically around her as she lazily hit the top of the alarm, pushing comfortable bed covers away from her. The room was dimly lit by the light, surrounding her, the small apartment- a single room, a single door, a small kitchen and bed in the same room and (Swindon's favorite feature of the apartment) a giant window. Slowly, the blinds opened as Swindon flicked a switch by the bed, the oversized window scaling the entire room revealing it's true beauty- the wondrous world behind the glass, thousands and thousands of different shapes and sizes of spaceship silhouettes moving in the organge morning sky, massive buildings scaling the skyline, the structures beautiful and lit up like moving, never-stopping fireworks, flashing in delightful colours to never fade. In the sky, two of the three moons were in view, slowly disappearing as light took over the planet. Swindon's slender figure stood in the darkness of her tiny room, looking out upon the massive world in which lays but a few inches from her, behind the glass, the core planet Coruscant....The Galactic City awoke once again for another day.
Coruscant....it was all Swindon knew. She had dreamed of... going beyond. But what may seem the norm for someone else, the normality of seeing the planet from space- it was alien to Swindon. She has never seen her homeworld from space. In fact- she has never even seen space. Tales of wondrous worlds and near death situations were... impossible when you lived on a planet in which opportunity passed too quickly to even blink. What adventure was there for a mechanic and her cat? One could dream. The dream that one day ... opportunity of escape came to her.
Swindon slowly ate her breakfast out from a lowly bowl while staring out of that window. It was all she did. She couldn't afford any kind of entertainment in her small space, with her tiny wage.... the world beyond the glass was beautiful to gaze into. Her eyes peered down at her meal. It was something of a marvel, her 'meal', solely made by protein and some sort of wheat to give it an illusion of bland flavor. By her feet, a purr was emitted, breaking the silence of the room. "Hello boy" Swindon giggled as she gave Cuddles a small stroke, the ginger cats tail flicking, enjoying the feeling. Swindon slowly placed the bowl by her feet, allowing the cat to enjoy what she could not. Cuddles, without a care in the world, began eating away at the food. "Wish I was as lucky as you, little one" she said softly, followed by a sigh. Cuddles looked up at Swindon, licking it's lips. "You got an easy life...not bound like me. You could walk away anytime you wanted...away from me...." The ginger cat stared at Swindon blankly. It then began to, absent-minded, lick it's paws. Sighing happily, reassured that her only friend in the entire universe (and Swindon's universe wasn't that big yet) wasn't going to leave her anytime soon. "Come on then boy" she said happily, standing. "Lets... go to work."
An hour later, a few miles away...
The speederbike pulled up at a mechanics- a rather empty mechanics- a large room where a small speeder, spaceship, starship or even speederbike, like her own, could fit and be easily repaired within a matter of hours, days or weeks depending on how bad the damage to the machine actually was. As the hovering bike pulled into the building, the ginger cat, Cuddles, hopped off the back seat, stretching, shaking to get it's air-blown fur back down. It gave out a small mew in approval of the destination. Swindon got off the bike slowly, breathing out, looking at the large, empty room. "Where's the Boss, boy?" she asked Cuddles, not expecting an answer for the life of her, expecting only self-comfort if someone magically appeared and answered her question. This, sadly, was not the case. The boss was out on business across the city (in which case, across the planet) and she, for today, was alone at work with her cat. This usually happened- and the boss never told Swindon when he'd be out on business... Walking over by the entrance of the large room, passing cabinets of tools and spare parts, past a ramp- Swindon flicked a switch and the giant sign outside the mechanics was suddenly lit OPEN.
And so, another day on Coruscant began...
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Post by Wake on Jan 11, 2016 15:49:53 GMT -5
Good evening Madame, I will be your waiteeeerrrr this evening. Let's start from the top *corrects glasses like a librarian*, Elder Scrolls is my favourite: The name's a little odd for an Altmer, but given that she was raised in Imperial lands it makes sense to take the Latin name Octavia. After all, Imperials naming convention follows Latin routes. For that I'll let D'Angelo slide, although it is Italian and not Latin. But Athena is cutting a little too close to the edge for my tastes :P There's no hint of Greek culture throughout all of Elder Scrolls, so a Greek name doesn't... Sit well with me. Hope ya don't mind :) Now. Another character that doesn't weigh that much. However you can't fall back on ye olde "lithe elf" stereotype here :P Mer in Elder Scrolls are not particularly more lithe than Humans. Altmer are the tallest race, after all, and are particularly well muscled. They would of course weigh a fair bit. Bosmer are more likely to weigh less, but no less naturally than a Human. Altmer are certainly not "weak in strength", as the Aldmeri Dominion's soldiers can attest. Next is her age. Now, according to the only definitive source we have on Mer age (http://www.imperial-library.info/content/interviews-alvur-relds) 130~ is about the age Mer become elderly. One can assume from the answer Alvur gives us that Mer age (and appear to look) like this: 25~ reach full adulthood, 60~ middle aged, 100~ venerable, 130~ elderly, 200+~ positively ancient. Few survive, particularly poorer Elves, past their 130s. Rich elves who don't put themselves in harms way and lead an opulent lifestyle may reach 200. Of course powerful mages, those Elves with access to said mages or Elves with particularly pure bloodlines may reach their thousands. Queen Barenziah reached around 800~ before the Red Year cut her short. Unfortunately I'm unsure about your use of a Kukri. Far more than a curved blade, the Kukri came from the Nepalese in our reality. Now Redguard in Skyrim and ESO seem to primarily favour curved blades, you're right. However these curved blades are of the scimitar family, Arabic-derived weapons like the North-African/Middle Eastern inspired Redguards themselves. Equipment, if she's a traveling scholar/mercenary she's going to need supplies and a backpack :P Especially in Hammerfell there may be days before you come across another village. If she's Imperial born, respects Imperial law and believes the Empire is the best hope for Tamriel I'd argue she was affiliated with the Empire xD But alright, I can understand not wanting to put all your eggs in one basket. Odd that she worships the NINE Divines though, given that throughout most of Cyrodiil belief in Talos has faltered if not disappeared. More power to her though if she does choose to believe in Talos. Now. On to history: The Mage's Guild is long gone, it dissolved into infighting and its charter was revoked during the tumultuous warlord period following Ocato's assassination. What replaced it were two Imperial sanctioned guilds called the Synod and the College of Whispers, which both approached magic (the use of magicka) from a different perspective. The Synod is much more akin to the Mage's Guild and opposes necromancy and conjuration while the College of Whispers doesn't have such stipulations :P The Arcane University itself houses the Synod and College administrative bodies, but the halls of these guilds exist across the land. Sadly there is no longer a training body in the University, they're purely scholarly now :/ So knowing the average lifespans of Mer in Tamriel and that the dissolution of the Mage's Guild occurred in early 4E... Sorry about all the edits that's require to fit our setting :( Alrighty, I'll do this update style and tell you how I fixed these issues =)
-Removed Athena. Sorry, this was an overlook on my part.
-I've removed the "stereotypical Elf" problem and simply stated that Octavia is of an athletic build =)
-Oh dear... I didn't realize Elven age was like that. I did a small google search and found that "oh this is the oldest Elf" and considered a young, age old for a Human, age. I've changed Octavia's age to 37, being that she spent most of her years learning =) I hope this works.
-Bah. Easy fix. I've changed her Kukri to a Scimitar, like from Skyrim!
-I've added a backpack and what it contains =) Not very much. Just food, a bedroll, a waterskin and clothing changes.
-Oh damn you are right! It's not the nine divines anymore, Talo's was outlawed by the Dominion. I completely overlooked this because the last Elder Scrolls I played was Oblivion where "nine divines" is shouted every ten seconds. I've fixed it to eight divines! Also! I've put that she is more lenient towards the Empire. But Octavia is very neutral. There are things about the Empire she won't like, especially after reading history behind Emperors and Empresses... for example, the Wolf Queen.
-Oh dear. Oh well. I've edited the backstory! I've still put that they went to the Imperial City, but added what you said about the Arcane University being unable to teach, thus, more reason to go to Winterhold =D I've also put that her mother was not Mages Guild, but synod. I've even added a new part of the story on why half her face is somewhat burnt ^_^ I realized I didn't add it before. I hope this isn't too much of a problem, it's very basic of a story. The main issue I have with making this character is trying to find reasons why she is a warrior-scholar.... having a legitimate reason on how she can travel and actually survive. I hope this isn't an issue ^_^
That's all the points you made covered I think =) Sorry for being such a pain in the backside!
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Post by Wake on Jan 11, 2016 14:44:19 GMT -5
Woo! Thank you! <3
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Post by Wake on Jan 11, 2016 14:42:04 GMT -5
I'd advise changing her outfit. Whilst a red dress would serve her incredibly well in settlements, she could do with an alternate outfit out in the waste. I mean what if she gets stung by a radscorpion or something? She'd have no resistance to it. Oh dear. Well without ballistic fiber, you are right, per usual~
Alright. Edited it a little again to state what she wears when outside settlements! ... I even gave a picture! :D I'm sorry for all the problems this character has caused. By this point, I'm just looking forward to Roleplay x3
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Post by Wake on Jan 9, 2016 12:45:16 GMT -5
Octavia D'AngeloCharacter Name: Octavia D'Angelo
Nickname(s): Octy
Race: Altmer, High Elf.
Sex: Female.
Age: 37
Birthplace: Anvil, Cyrodiil.
Height: 6'5
Weight: Octavia does not weigh that much.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Jet black
Hair Style: Long and straight
Skin Color: Slightly tanned
Build: Octavia is slender, healthy and.. somewhat curvy. She is healthy and of an athletic build. Her strongest part of her body is her feet, being able to kick well and run quite a distance, having more power in speed than strength.
Distinguishing Features: One side of her face is burnt, not seriously, but enough to be more red than the other side of the face.
Profession: Octavia is a mercenary, though prides herself in being a scholar on travel.
Skills: Octy's two primary skills work together wonderfully. Due to her training in Hammerfell, Octavia is well trained in the uses of a Scimitar and the art of acrobatics alongside it.
Magic: Despite being an Altmer, Octy has had little interest in Magic ever since her lessons with Magic at the College of Winterhold. She became an Apprentice in Alteration and Restoration.
Training: Octavia was trained in apprentice in Magic (see above) at the College of Winterhold. She was taught a lot about Tamriel and Oblivion's history, cultures and geography as a Scholar travelling around Cyrodiil for a few years, reading in The Arcanaeum in the College of Winterhold and the tales she heard in Hammerfell. She is constantly learning new things as she travels.
Other Abilities: Walking long distances. Octavia is not only good at hiking, but certainly good at making camps during long journeys.
Apparel: Octavia wears leather armour alongside a leather jacket. Her most notable article of clothing is her long red scarf.
Weaponry: A Scimitar ("curved blade"), a one-handed weapon. She doesn't use a shield, relying on speed when using this weapon.
Other Equipment: Octy doesn't like to carry much with her when travelling aside from a single bag for clothing changes, food and a bedroll. She also carries a waterskin for drink.
Companions: Octavia hopes to become someone else's companion...but she doesn't see herself a leader type.
Affiliation: Octavia is not yet affiliated with any faction. She was once a part of the College of Winterhold and agrees with neutral factions. It could be argued she is more lenient towards the Empire, having grown up in Empire lands.
Religious Belief: She follows the Eight Divines. She mainly worships Julianos and Mara.
Sexual Preference: Octavia simply doesn't know yet.
Relationship Status: She has never been in love. Single.
Personality: Octavia is a neutral person. She enjoys the company of others, but to a specific taste... big warriors she avoids, devoted Mages she avoids, priests she most certainly avoids and bards she avoids- yet she likes all of these occupations. While travelling alone most of the time as a personal choice, Octy would like to one day find someone she can travel with. She is lawful neutral- she doesn't like Daedric Gods and certainly has no likeliness for the Night Mother...she respects Imperial law and order and finds The Imperial Empire the best choice for Tamriel, having grown up in Cyrodiil.
History: Octavia D'Angelo was born in Anvil on the most western part of Cyrodiil on the Gold Coast. Her father was a Bosmer hunter for the Fighters Guild, her mother an Altmer Mage for the Synod. She grew up in much hated comfort and read many books as a child, constantly told that when she would come of age, she would travel to a place where she could learn almost anything. Her parents supported this, mainly because her mother was passionate about Magick and her father wanting the best for his daughter. When she came to age, she traveled the Gold Road with her father (past Kvatch and Skingrad) until she made it to the Imperial City to study. But to vain, all she found was a bookstore and the Arcane University who wouldn't let her in, not out of rudeness but simply because they do not teach magic anymore. She and her father sat and pondered on how to further educate her from books... where they found out about the College of Winterhold through a rumor and suggestion. She and her father traveled North until they reached Bruma, where Octavia had to continue alone, her father stating he had been away from home for too long. After he paid for her to travel to Whiterun in Skyrim, he left to return to Anvil. Octavia was, for the first time in her life, alone.
Skyrim was a strange land to the Cyrodiilic Altmer, it's strange Nordic customs and coldness. When she arrived at Whiterun, she instantly paid for transport to Winterhold- but certainly not before buying some clothing in Whiterun. The road was long and weary, but when Octavia arrived at Winterhold, she joined without hesitation. It was here she learnt the basics of Magick, as her mother would've wanted her, in the schools of restoration and alteration. Sadly, her studies didn't go that well... she was always distracted by The Arcanaeum, a giant library inside the College itself. After developing a slow relationship with the librarian, she read most of the books in the library for a large part of her life, learning about Gods, cultures, factions and- most importantly to Octavia herself- history. After failing to learn Magick as an advanced level due to her mind being set on scholarship, she was inspired through tales and books of epic heroes to find a swordsman or swordswoman to teach her how to fight. And thus, Octavia left the College of Winterhold after many devoted years of study for Hammerfell, where she had hoped to find a master to teach her.
The journey to Hammerfell was possibly the hardest part of Octy's life. Through endless mountains, ice cold plains, avoiding Forsworn in The Reach, the massive journey through High Rock, only to be sent around High Rock due to inability to travel the giant mountains, she found herself reaching Hammerfell after almost a year of travel. It was only in Dragonstar that Octavia found Redguard warriors, Breton's training and people from all over the Empire flocking here....Octy knew she found the right place. Octavia exchanged her knowledge for gold as the locals would take interest and used this gold to pay a Scimitar-wielder to train her privately. She spent many years of her life here, in Dragonstar, learning how to fight. It was only a few years after she started her training, through trail and error, that she beat her master that she knew she had completed what she had gone there to do. When he could teach her no more, she left Dragonstar with a smile.
It was actually here that Octavia had her face half burnt, despite it not being that bad of an injury than it looks, Octavia took it as a major development in her life. There was a boastful Breton in Dragonstar one day that disturbed her night and, much unlike Octavia's normal passive attitude, she got agitated by his constant boasts. She challenged him to a duel, Scimitar on Magick. The Breton wasn't as good as he had boasted (as per the norm of milkdrinkers), but he did manage to hit a fireball spell on Octy's face which enraged her. The Breton did not die- but he did have severe deep cuts and didn't leave Dragonstar's tavern for a long time.
Octavia has spent a few years of her life, travelling, seeking a greater purpose for her life. She has considered going home, back to Anvil, but fears her failure to learn Magick to an advanced level at the College of Winterhold will be to the negativity of her parents. She simply wonders from place to place, seeing the beauty of the world.
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