Selva "Mjolnir" Bladecross
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"Char..." Disant son nom, Selva a presque senti sa voix craquer. Non... il ne l'aurait pas fait, il était le plus loyal d'entre eux. Mais ses pensées ont été écartées dans l'incrédulité alors que l'homme aux cheveux blancs a quitté l'ombre, teintée de la marque diabolique qui marquait sa peau. C'était comme un cauchemar que Selva ne pouvait pas se faire croire. Elle a regardé son ex-comrade, la trahison aiguisant ses traits.
"Ne vous excusez pas. C'est moi qui devrais être désolé d'avoir toujours pensé que tu avais de la morale ou de la loyauté." Les mots empoisonnés ont laissé sa bouche dans des poignards tranquilles, les yeux un charbon de bois qui cloque.
Avant que Selva puisse protéger son nez et sa bouche de la poudre, il était trop tard. Sa vision s'estompait alors que l'énorme femme tombait à genoux, et finalement de son côté, la dernière image de Char et du culte qui brûlait sa vue avant qu'elle ne s'évanouisse.
Se réveillant avec un mal de tête fougueux, Selva a commencé une tentative de lever la main à sa tête d'une manière robotisée, mais a été coupée court par la corde serrée la liant. La soldate regarda frénétiquement autour d'elle, semblable à un animal sauvage encerclé qui tentait d'évaluer son environnement. Selva clignait le brouillard au-dessus de sa vision, voyant les trois avant elle. Si quoi que ce soit, c'était plus surprenant qu'ils aient été capables de traîner la femme de muscle pur jusqu'ici, peu importe l'attacher dans une chaise. L'autre point d'intérêt était son équipement, Selva s'assurant de garder un oeil sur le Fist de Dieu en garde. Si je pouvais me détacher...
"Maintenant, pour vous éviter des ennuis que nous vous avons amenés ici, je sais que la Vault est quelque part liée à cette pièce. Char m'a dit que chacun de vous avait un morceau au puzzle et le vôtre est le dernier dont j'ai besoin. Maintenant tu dois juste me dire ce que j'ai besoin de savoir."
Ses yeux de noisette tirèrent à Char avec haine, retournant lentement au troisième culte. Un smirk défiant a touché les coins de ses lèvres, les yeux se rétrécissant alors qu'elle donnait sa réponse courbée: "Drop. Mort."
Ensuite, tout semblait arriver en un éclair. Les bruits effrayants éveillent l'attention des cultivateurs et l'attirent loin de Selva, la femme se préparant déjà à vomir. Même si elle n'avait pas tout le mouvement ou les mains, elle pensait qu'elle pouvait encore s'occuper de petits punks comme ça... c'était Char qu'elle hésitait davantage à combattre les mains nues... ou plutôt les pieds nus.
Ses yeux s'élargissaient comme le flash d'argent le reflétait pour elle. Une lame. C'est comme ça qu'elle est morte? Au moins, elle ne partagerait jamais le secret. Selva a fermé les yeux, se préparant à l'impact. Mais, au lieu de cela, elle a senti les cordes tomber à ses chevilles. La femme blonde a ouvert les yeux, levant les mains pour les regarder dans l'incrédulité.
"Désolé Mme Bladecross, je n'ai pas pu m'en empêcher..."
Soudain, la voix s'est arrêtée. Selva l'a sautée aux pieds, frappant par-dessus la chaise avec insouciance pour s'agenouiller par son camarade ensanglanté, larmes lui tapant les yeux. "Je savais que tu n'aurais jamais... Dammit, Char, n'oserais-tu pas mourir sur moi! Attendez, je vous sortirai d'ici bientôt. Je ne peux pas... perdre tout le monde... » Ses poings serrés comme elle se tenait, éblouissant de la partie dans ses cheveux blonds. "YoU... YoU bOTH wILL pAy FoR tHIS."
Selva a arraché la Fist de Dieu en furie, les bijoux semblent refléter sa passion avec leur éclat lumineux. "YoU scuM!" Le marteau tomba sur la terre comme un tremblement de terre, toute la grotte semblait secouer de la force du coup et un grand cratère gauche dans son sillage. Le marteau s'est levé de nouveau, un cri féroce laissant la femme douloureuse alors que la tête de l'arme grondait sur les côtés des cultes. S'il frappait, il enverrait l'un dans l'autre avec une force inhumaine, seulement pour finir comiquement écrasé dans le mur. Selva a préparé un autre coup avec l'arme puissante, les yeux flambant de haine.
Name: Selva "Mjolnir" Bladecross
Gender: female
Age: 29
Appearance: Selva has a very strong appearance, one that some find quite intimidating, especially men. She is a little over six feet, and is pure muscle from the shoulders down. With thin light blonde hair down to her shoulder blades and a snarky expression highlighted in dark makeup (obviously to enhance her threatening appearance) she's pretty but in a "I-can-and-will-rip-your-spine-out" sort of way. Selva has deep brown eyes that are small and narrow, with a long thin nose and thick lips. She's quite... thick in all places due to the buildup of muscles, and with her training hard everyday her clothes don't always fit properly, happening to be on the tighter side. Selva is always in some sort of armor, whether it be her casual look (shown in image) or in her true fighting armor which includes a chest plate, helmet and a removal of the material by her hips to leave her in a more functional outfit.
Bio: Selva was born as the eldest child of two into a family of warriors under the Empire. Her younger brother, Elvin, was supposed to be the family heir but he was scrawny and weak with no fighting instincts to save himself. At the time, it was unheard of for a daughter to take over for a long and prestigious line of knights, but no one could doubt Selva's obvious affinity to the battlefield. She was fearless, trustworthy and obviously powerful. At just eight years old, she lifted her father's war hammer with ease, something most grown men could not accomplish.
Like her father Bal, Selva's strength was of what appeared to be almost inhuman. Bal was one of the top officers of the Empire Knights at the time, and was a well respected if not feared fighter. Selva was much like him, they even shared the same fighting styles. Bal's friends referred to his daughter as "Mjolnir", a fearsome weapon capable of leveling mountains. Of course the nickname was heavily exaggerated, but it stuck and now many refer to her as it.
Selva's mother passed away when Selva was 19, leaving her father in distress. He was so traumatized, he wouldn't eat or speak, and refused to leave their home. Selva stepped in for him as his replacement and was a perfect match. They have not requested Bal return since. It has been 10 years and Bal now works as a cook in the city square, he still having trouble with his mind so Selva often returns to care for him. Elvin disappeared around the time of his mother's death, and Selva hisses his name as a coward who wouldn't stay with family through hardship. They haven't heard word from him, and do not mention him.
Fighting Style: Selva fights using a berserker fighting style, relying mostly upon her strength with enough defense to keep her strong against attacks. She is a slow fighter and close range, but if she gets a hit on you, you better bet you will feel it.
Equipment: Selva's main equipment is her 7 foot, who-knows-how-many-pounds two handed war hammer known as God's Fist which her father used to iconically use in battle. It also has a form as as a war axe, where the blunt edges sharpen and thin into sharp blades, but to do this she must really be in trouble because it absorbs all of the little amount of mana she contains in her body. She usually passes out after using it in a fight. This form of the hammer is referred to as "God's Strike."
Her armor, as described in her appearance, is the only equipment besides her hammer she really enacts. She carries a small rapier at her side, but it is almost completely for show. Hidden in her bosom is a money stash used mostly to buy pints of ale for her and fellow team members.
Skills/Abilities:
Tough as nails- A huge resistance to pain this often mistaken as defense, but it is more she is simply blind to the wounds she has until her mission is complete. That being said, trying to torture information out of her is a no-go.
Boulder breaker- An almost inhuman level of strength, Selva can lift, throw, pull, push and break most anything with or without her hammer. She's a scary broad, man.
She-devil- When angered or annoyed, Selva is practically twice as terrifying as usual. Don't ask me how. When she glares at you, it will feel like the devil himself is threatening you silently.
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-=Rules=-
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC.