Eyve follows alongside Idrassa, scanning the room as she does, in a constant state of threat assessment.
Search Posts
Remaining at the back of the group, hood pulled up, Eyve quietly studies the woman as she engages wit the others.
Agreed. Will get caught up later today
"Deployment of a disguise would require knowing what you need to disguise yourself as, would it not?" Eyve asks.
"Eliminating whichever is the most present danger first would make sense." Eyve comments
"We could just burn the place to the ground. Be long gone before anyone could sort out what happened." Eyve suggests.
As another ray blasts her at point blank, Eyve feels the energy wash over her like water off of an aquatic fowl, having nary an effect. For a brief moment the faintest hint of a smirk touches the corner of her lips, before she lashes out with a lightning fast combination, first with a strong jab, followed by a brutal twisting uppercut.
The sudden eyeblast surprises her, but has no other discernable effect as Evey stares back at the dwarf in disdain
Eyve takes one of the potions retrieved from the body of a fallen cultist and goes into the cell, attempting to rouse him with light contact before feeding him the potion if unresponsive.
"Hmm.." Eyve mutters softly, not interrupting but clearly recognizing the mentioned towers.
The woman seemed utterly convinced of this Manshoon's cause, clearly one who was fully devoted to her cause.
Eyve listens to the exchange. Though she was far from the best at reading emotions, she could recognize the woman's tone as one of building...enthusiasm, common to people who were likely to do something drastic. She wordlessly moves a few steps closer to where Idrassa stands, should the need arise to intercept an attack.
With all enemies within subdued or eliminated, Eyve proceeds to relieve the fallen of anything useful, before moving to keep an eye on the exit, ensuring no one else surprises them before they conclude their business here.
Eyve advances, throwing a punch at the remaining enemy, and missing wildly amid the chaos.
Last time it was months before I could log on with certain browsers.
Dropping the defensive stance, Eyve explodes into action, vaulting off of Zander's shoulder into a twisting somersault, culminating in a powerful snap kick to the purple-haired woman's face as she lands on the table.
Eve strides into the room taking a forward position as her eyes scan the room, taking in the opponents, mind already preparing responses for the most likely modes of attack.
"Bugbears. Daask to be specific. A criminal organization recently spread across Korvaire. Using violence and intimidation to carve out a niche in the underworld, the group is composed almost exclusively of monsters from Droaam. Rumors say that Sora Katra is the mastermind behind this group. In common, the name would translate to “The Monster’s Eye.” They are currently engaging in an underworld war with the Tarkanans and use bugbears as assassins and torturers. One may find a rare bugbear that isn't a serial murderer, but not among the ones that join Daask." Eyve relates to her companions.
Relaying her discovery to her companions, Eyve considers Declan's suggestion, cocking her head slightly to the side as Zander simply acts on the suggestion with no further discussion. She waits in silence, expecting violence in response.
The aura of this part of the city was substantially different from the rest, somehow making it seem logical to be more open about her appearance here, some unspoken...instinct to be...herself. Drawing her hood back, Eyve studies her surroundings as she moves through the crowd, noting the natural ease with which Declan moves through it, a predator, albeit a subtle one, slinking among the crowded streets as opposed to her own movement that would likely be best described as a prowl. Unlike many other areas of the city, her distinctive. slightly irridescent tattoos drew more looks of what she assumed was admiration or appreciation (difficult to discern), rather than surprise or unease. Her silver eyes take in the location, hard to follow without pupils, but somehow, clearly intent in their gaze.
"I will go in with whoever else enters. My skills are best suited to...protection of whoever else will be negotiating." she says calmly, without ego, simply stating a fact.
"Wine would be fine. Thank you." Eyve says with a nod, not wanting to stand out. Besides, the taste of wine was in fact enjoyable.
Eyve stands in the background, as unobstrusive as is possible, hood pulled up to somewhat offset her striking appearance.
Listening to the details of the gathered information, Eyve simply nods. "I follow your lead, and am ready to serve." she says calmly to Idrassa.
I'll go with the consensus. Too new to the situation to have a well-formed opinion that carries any weight.
Finally back home! Will get caught up and posting.
Eyve listens quietly, processing both the history lesson and the implication. It seemed that the questions to be answered were the specifics of the item of power, who would even know of its existence, and how they would manage to get a hold of it.
Her new situation was...eclectic to say the least, but the wide variety of colorful individuals frequenting the tavern made it far easier to blend in than most places. The work itself was relatively easy, watch the crowd, react to disturbances, remove those that couldn't be calmed or reasoned with, use force if necessary. Not unpleasant work, to be honest. As Idrassa gained her attention, signalling her to join her, she nodded, relinquishing her post to the hulking minotaur. Following up to the second floor, she silently takes a seat, wordlessly studying the newcomer.
"Yes I believe the necessary paperwork has all been settled." Eyve replies to Idrissa, as Gavrin confirms. It takes a moment, but she returns the harried student's smile with a slight one of her own, nodding her affirmation and giving Idrissa a nod of thanks for her acceptance.
Eyve studies the other woman silently for quite a while...long enough to make it a bit uncomfortable before taking a deep breath, glancing over at Gavrin, before responding, her voice pitched low enough that only the other two could hear her. "My...status in the city is...complicated. Everyone knows at least the basics of the Treaty of Thronehold, the moment when Warforged were essentially declared…people, and given the same rights as everyone else.” she says, pausing a moment for acknowledgement of the fact. ”Nimblewrights and other….constructed entities are not.” ”I am..different…something in between. Much like a human, I eat, and sleep, and breathe, though I am by the estimation of any who have studied me, artificial. And yet, I am alive, and as far as I know, unique, and as such my status is…awkward…to say the least.”
"Security primarily." Eyve replies after a moment of careful consideration. "Most of my...training pertains to keeping others safe...or dealing with dangerous situations." Her words seem carefully chosen.
Sorry had oral surgery, will post in a few hours
"Eyve" the other woman replies, extending her own hand, also covered with the same silvery tattoos, in response to momentarily grasp Idrassa's in greeting. Her grip is firm, in fact alluding to surprising strength, while being controlled enough not to exert more pressure than would be comfortable.
Sitting across the table was a woman, apparently human, though definitely a bit exotic in appearance. Drawing back her hood, reveals an attractive face with somewhat sharp features, short-cut dark silver hair complements a flawless, coppery complexion, a complex pattern of intricate tattoos lining the sides of her face, though the most starkly noticeable feature was her silver eyes, studying Idrassa with a sielent intensity, the faintest hint of a glow from within them evident in the dim thematic lighting of the corner booth. She nodded in polite acknowledgement, waiting for Gavrin to make introductions.
Somewhat. There's definitely some philosophical detachment there with the muted emotions of androids, though once she gets into combat she's all Winter Soldiery without the being under someone else's direct command. Her growing and developing personality gets put on pause in combat mode.
I'm for the most part done! Other than backstory that is.
Still a work in progress
Congratulations to those who are picked. Feel free to reach out if you are ever need another melee person.
Okay here's Eyve, the embodiment of the phrase "I was built for this". Calm, unassuming, and hits like a truck Skipped equipment and starting gold
Congratulations to those who got in.
You gonna finish that sentence?About Candlejack? Candlejack reference ... don't say his name out loud
As an Android with no memory of her past or purpose, Eyve could easily pick up firearms proficiency for ranged combat flavoring it either as "I have no idea what this is or why I know how to use it, but apparently I do" or suppressed/erased memory unlocked, triggered by handling a technological weapon. I really dig the fun you can have with RP for an Android
I present Eyve. Andriod Brawler
Okay will check back on Friday
If posting on the cutoff date counts, I'd like to apply with Eyve. Her details are in profile, but her's her description and background. She's a bit unique in that instead of the typical regeneration of an Andriod, with a ner personality after the body has been inert for a while all indications are that she's never been online before. She's a practically perfect physical specimen, but due to minimal personal experience has pretty low mental scores, not really due to low intelligence so much as an utter lack of general information. Appearance:
Tattoos (like this but everywhere) Only glow when she uses her surge (technically NSFW-ish) While appearing human at a cursory glance, Evye is definitely exotic in appearance. The first thing an observant person notices about her is that she embodies the athletic side of physical perfection. Were an idealized statue of a human female warrior to come to life, it would look very much like Evye does, sleek powerful lines and flowing curves that highlight both form and function. Her silvery hair stands out in sharp contrast to her flawless coppery skin, a complex pattern of intricate tattoos lining her entire body, her grey eyes glittering with an odd metallic shimmer in a certain light. Tall for a woman, she stands at just under six feet in height, her frame a perfect balance between power and gracefulness, her movements effortless in nature. . Background: Evye has no idea where she initially came from, though she has come to learn that is something many of her kind share. Found wandering naked and confused in the wilderness of Numeria, she was taken in by a small band of android travelers, given shelter and guidance on what live as an android in the land of the Technic League meant. who to be wary of, how to avoid drawing undue attention to oneself, lessons they hoped would stick for her sake. She stayed with them for a few years, but her wide eyed innocence of so many things coupled with a curiosity to learn and experience things lead her to forge out on her own, something met with little resistance since the girl also seemed to possess another unique feature. Unlike those who had wandered centuries, being reborn time and time again, Evye appeared to be not only a newly minted android, but one gifted with exceptional physical ability and a knack for adapting to situation in a way that seemed to belie her otherwise limited knowledge.
|