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Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Background: Alia was born into a family of Articiers (people in this world who gather and manage ancient artifacts). However because of this her parents died when she was 14, lost in an accident on a ruin site. As a memento of her parents, Alia uses a set of wooden tonfas, the very weapons used by her late father. Despite this Alia applied for her Articier license when she was 16, thanks to the training of her grandfather (whom she also lives with in place of her parents). After obtaining her license successfully, Alia met Zeron through her grandfather and became partners with him. It was during this time as well that Zeron gave her a silver pendant for her 16th birthday, a memento Alia never lets leave her side (she does the same with her tonfas) As an Articier, Alia's family name is only well known because of her grandfather who manages the largest museum of ancient reli
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Background: Alia was born into a family of Artificiers (people in this world who gather and manage ancient artifacts). However because of this her parents died when she was 14, lost in an accident on a ruin site. As a memento of her parents, Alia uses a set of wooden tonfas, the very weapons used by her late father. Despite this Alia applied for her Artificier license when she was 16, thanks to the training of her grandfather (whom she also lives with in place of her parents). After obtaining her license successfully, Alia met Zeron through her grandfather and became partners with him. It was during this time as well that Zeron gave her a silver pendant for her 16th birthday, a memento Alia never lets leave her side (she does the same with her tonfas) As an Artificier, Alia's family name is only well known because of her grandfather who manages the largest museum of ancient relics in the world. As an Artificier
A World Apart - Ch. 1 - Conflict*Jerome*
Running. He was running just about as fast as he could. Trees whipped past him, wind whistling past his ears as he bolted through the forest.
This was unknown territory. He had no idea where he was. He was lost on the wrong side of the river with no way to tell where that river even was.
He was terrified. I could practically smell it on him. As I watched this boy run by the tree I hid in, totally oblivious to my position, I couldn't help but wonder; what was this kid doing here? How old was he? Where were his parents? I couldn't tell but he looked like he was close to my age, maybe just a little younger.
He had light brown hair that stuck up on end, and wore a black tee shirt with dog tags around his neck. Other than that he wore red shoes and jeans and he appeared to have no weapon on him. Nevertheless he was still trespassing on Bacca territory. It was my civic duty to kill him.
I sighed and pulled my diam
The Potentially Mad Scientist It had been my dream to join the army ever since I first saw them fighting. I was at the Massacre of Shard City - I watched as my entire village was murdered when I was only seven years old. Me and my parents got out okay, but not many others did.
And the only reason I was still alive was because of them; the Sky Army. A bunch of recruits saved us. They were fast and strong and smart; they were heroes. And as soon as they knew we were okay, they all ran back into battle to try to save some more lives. One of them even saved my goat - Lucius (I call her Lucy).
That was the day I knew. I wanted to be just like them. I wanted to grow up and fight for Minecraftia just like them. I wanted to learn how to use a sword and do that jumping stuff they could do with the backflips and I wanted to learn how to protect my family.
From that day on, I spent almost the whole day every day researching; learning all I could about them so one day I cou
The Good Old Days At this point, Skylord Lysander found himself banging his head repeatedly down on the table in front him in boredom. Quietly, of course. He mustn't disturb the Admirals as they debated about the air lights on... And on... And on...
He let out a sigh and let his head rest against the large round conference table. He heard a groan from beside him. "Why do the annual meetings have to be so damned long?!" Lysander turned his head to the right as Skylord Amber looked to her left. Before the two even made eye contact, the knew they were thinking the same thing.
"I'll tell you what..." Lysander sucked in a quick breath as he straightened up, keeping his voice low so as not to attract the attention of the Admirals. "When I make Admiral, I'm gonna change up the meetings so they last one day and they'll have pizza. Shiploads of it."
"Ooh ooh, and those neat drink machines that they have in the movies!" Skylord Vimes added excitedly f
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 3
December 25, 2268
Sitting in his chair and listening to Lt. Commander Slaton give his damage report concerning the USS Bangkok, Garadun couldn’t help but notice the rather odd design of the central table in the briefing room. It was an asymmetrical, wedge shape with a total of eight sides, and included a sort of indented section at the wide end where a computer terminal was mounted. It was very retro. In fact the entire briefing room had a 1960s look to it. As did every other part of the ship he’d seen so far. He figured that whoever it was that was doing the naval architecture on behalf of Starfleet, had a thing for the décor which had been prevalent on Earth three hundred years earlier.
The retro feel wasn’t limited to interior design. Although Garadun had seen more than his share of Starfleet officers, he’d never really made the connection until now. Not only was the ship a stylistic throwback, but so w
SWtCW: Broken Home pt. 1Star Wars
The Clone Wars: Broken Hearth Broken Home
Having completed their mission to Nar Shaddaa, Jedi Master Kahan and Commander Aira-ty Nokta rejoin their command to find Kahan's old friend Master Guo-Jia waiting for him, having taken temporary command of the 13th Assault Corps after losing most of her own forces. The reunion is tarnished however when Aira-ty finds that her sister, Shaira-na, is aboard the Guardian having been rescued by the Wolf Pack from slavery. Confronted with a reminder of her long forgotten family, Aira-ty learns that her homeworld is no longer the paradise it once was and much has changed.
Torn between duty and a feeling of needing to prove herself, she resolves to return to her homeworld in an attempt to set things right only to find that she will not be alone on her personal quest. The allies she has made in the past months of combat stand fast besides her in defiance of orders and embark on her private mission alongside her into contested territory far bey
Glad You're Here - Chapter One (Rytho) Rythian laid in a hammock that was tied between two trees, reading a book with his reading glasses sitting upon his nose. The sun was low in the sky, but he still had quite a few hours left. He loved nights like this; nights when the sky was clear and the air itself around him appeared to be an orange color. It was a beautiful night; and it was about to get better.
He heard footsteps, and a shape pulled itself up into the hammock. The figure looked at him in alarm and squeaked, "Rythian!"
Rythian jumped and dropped his book in surprise, but didn't fall off. "Seto-?"
Seto glared at him playfully. "My turn." He growled.
Rythian raised one eyebrow. "Who said we were taking turns?"
"And when was that?"
Rythian winced. "I thought we agreed that anything I say when I'm drunk is forfeit."
"Yeah but you weren't drunk, you were just
SWtCW: Broken Home pt. 2Republic space, aboard the Republic star destroyer Guardian
Aira-ty palmed open the door of her quarters and stopped in the doorway to star at the woman sitting on her bunk. The flaming red hair curling around her features looked nothing like Aira-ty's own long sea green hair though and she looked at Aira-ty with a pair of vertically slit green eyes. Aira-ty had only seen her adoptive sister once just after leaving the Jedi Order, years and years ago. Then she'd seen her parents playing happily with their new daughter and it had broken Aira-ty's heart. Instead of coming home to her family, she'd fled. Maybe that had been a stupid decision, but she'd made it and here they were.
Shaira-na stood up from the bed and looked at Aira-ty with a frown as she examined the red beskar'gam Aira-ty wore.
“I can't believe it.” she murmured as she shook her head. “After all they'd told me...everything they'd said about you...and this is all you are.” she waved her hand. “
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 4
Open Space, USS Cassini
December 27, 2268
Captain Trent Weller sat behind his desk and studied the crewman standing at attention before him. She was the only Orion in the ship’s complement; and despite what the men on the Cassini might prefer, she was not wearing the popular miniskirt, nylons and calf-high boots version of the female Starfleet uniform. Instead she wore black slacks and low boots in addition to her red tunic with black collar. Her long black hair was twisted into a simple knot at the base of her skull. She wore no makeup apart from a bit of eyeshadow, and didn’t need any.
Standing to the right of the young Orion was Commander Darrin Yates, the Cassini’s first officer; on her left was Lt. Commander Carl Billingsley, the ship’s chief medical officer. Both men wore very grave expressions.
“At ease, crewman,” said Captain Weller. “What’s this all about?”
The Change of Sides - Ch. 15 - The Journey Begins "It's not far to the ender portal." Seto said as he picked up his satchel. "Less than half a day's travel. And if we go by horseback, we'll make it by dawn.
"Horseback?" Duncan asked. "Where the hell are we gonna find horses? We're in the middle of the bloody desert!"
"There are some flatlands a few miles north of here. It'll be out of our way, but it'll still take a lot of time out of our journey."
"Well what about after we go through the portal?" Duncan asked. "How will we know where to go?"
Seto stopped. "Oh." He thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers. "The map."
He strode quickly over to the table at the center of the camp. Duncan followed after him as Seto looked around for the map that commonly laid rolled out on the table's surface, only now it was missing. "What map?" Duncan asked.
"I saw Rythian looking at a map before I left for Hannah's earlier." Seto replied as he conti
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My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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