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    Helem listened silently, a small smile on his face. "You needn't worry about your actions as long as I'm here. I'm experienced with healers after all. The class is like a breath of fresh air from all the fighters and such." He stated, looking around him. This certainly wasn't like any game he had played before however. "Do not be troubled, we'll find the way if we are meant to." He said with certainty, moving off toward a direction he had chosen at random. "I found you that way." He reminded Gabriel whilst he checked his surroundings as best he could through the darkness. It seemed he was really into his role...

    Helem listened, stopping in order to hear what he was saying better. "Yes, that's how it works. Neither of us are designed to be the targeted, so we are handicapped as of now." He explained, noticing a light in the distance. The same light Lea saw and Soul owned. "It seems fate has swung in our favor." He said, pointing his staff toward the light.

    His eyes flicked toward the steps, and suddenly he dashed towards the sound, taking refuge behind the trees in order to protect him from the spray cans. It wasn't an aggressive movement, but he wasn't about to admit anything like that to this guy. Besides, this was a one on one fight. He didn't need anything else interrupting his fight.

    Helem nodded, running down toward the players. "Hold your ground! Help has arrived." He said, arriving at the fire. He spun his staff, casting his minor buffs on the players with nary an explanation. He checked his mana, seeing it go below the half-way bar. He would need to save the rest of it after this. "Hopefully fate will be sympathetic." He said, readying himself for the approaching conflict.

    Oleander Draco Rauch
    Age: 145
    Sex: Male
    Sexuality: Hetero
    Species: Dark Elf (Drow)
    Town of origin: Sorah
    Description + Picture:
    Regular-

    Armor-


    Personality: Oleander is a rather curious character. While he is shown to be polite and rather kind on the outside, he will carry out his orders to the letter, regardless of what he has to do. Along with this, he has a very dark sense of humor that can surface, but often stays underneath his more businesslike approach. He loves animals and can't stand to see anything hurt, but he has the sense to end the suffering of something he can't save.


    Strengths: As a result of his need for precise results in his work, Oleander has developed a keen eye and great perception, and rarely do any details escape his gaze. He is adept in poisons, disguises, and many other skill-sets that help make his job easier.


    Weaknesses: While he is precise, he has little experience in the way of swordplay as he chooses to run instead of fight. As a result, he often resorts to more cowardly behavior in the face of greater odds and has a habit of leaving his partners behind to take the blame.


    Special Abilities: Oleander has the ability to turn his body into a smoke-like substance that allows him to seep through cracks. Anything on him is considered part of the smoke.


    History: Oleander is in a good position now, but a long time ago he was not in such a comfortable standing. As a boy, he knew not of his father or mother, and his only parent was the broken knife he had found on the ground. Thus began his work as a thief, cutting purses and robbing anyone he could to make a living. His only friends were the animals that made their way to his hiding spot, which he would talk to as he had no one else. One day, he cut the purse of a member of the Moldanni family. While he was living comfortably for a few days, he was tracked down and almost caught, but escaped. He was able to evade the family for a few more days until he was caught by one of the members who had recognized him running through the crowd after a recent heist. He was taken away and tortured for close to two months. During this time, he learned to keep quiet to avoid pain and to listen to whatever they said. Soon, they began to realize they could take his skills and use them for something else. His new loyalty, grown by pain and suffering, made him a good hitman and thug for the Moldanni, who more often used him to get their debts back. For years Oleander served them, and lived long enough to see their leaders change, all the while staying an important tool for the Moldanni. Now, he is allowed to leave, for they know he will always serve them when the time comes.
    Social Class: Pretty high up, but mostly in Norah. In most other towns he can be considered middle-class
    Anything else you think would be important to your character: I hope it's fine he's got connections to the Moldanni. Nice RP idea BTW :)

    K.


    Name: Tal'vergus. Usually known as Tal.
    Gender:Male
    Side: Empire (Mainly)
    Job: Bounty Hunter
    Appearance:


    Race: Human
    Equipment: Tal comes equipped with a variety of weapons, as expected of a bounty hunter, but his main weapon is a modified grenade launcher. He has changed it to allow it to shoot different types of ammunition, including a poison gas bomb he personally made. His optional weapons are two laser pistols he uses in case his main weapon is not adequate for the situation.
    Personality: Tal is a quiet man for most situations, making it seem as if he might not even be a real person to the casual watcher. However, this silence does nothing to disguise his strange love of poisons, and is sadistically intrigued by the effect it has on people. This became his main weapon as his experience grew and he adapted a different weapon in order to increase the versatility of his gas weapon. Tal doesn't take the mission for money, but takes great pride in hunting others down and being the last thing they see. All of this is under the shell of a quiet and seemingly shy individual.

    Tal'vergus waited, his form silent and without any movement save his breath, the only indication that the bounty hunter wasn't asleep or even dead. It had been a long time since he had received a mission, something that got under his skin. However, he did use this time to make more of his poison, so maybe it wasn't entirely wasted.


    His head turned, watching the blast doors that hid his client from view. The Empire had been his best employer, and he was used to these kind of situations. One officer asked his name, earning the Imperial a pointed, silent gaze in return. His armor bore similar markings to the old warriors that were the Mandaloriens, but he was no Mandalorien. Most of his armor was scavenged and improved upon, including his advanced filter that kept his own gas from killing him.


    "I have a job."


    He responded after he felt like the officer was going to ask him again, turning his gaze back to the doors. The man kept staring at him, then turned in the sharp, crisp style of walking that the Imperials so loved. "Fine then. Next time you should state your business Bounty Hunter. We can find numerous others willing to take jobs." He reminded Tal, stepping out of the room. Tal stared at where the officer used to be, then began cleaning his Grenade launcher. How long would he have to wait...

    Agh! Where in the world were you supposed to have fun here? He had suffered so much to get here, and it looked as if it was completely wasted. When he had first heard about the exciting nature of their journey into another country, he was ecstatic. Now, he began to look back on several hours of flight, waiting, bad bathrooms, and rude tourists with a great sense of regret. Even after sneaking out of the hotel that his family was staying in, and decided to explore the world around him. It hadn't proved to be very exciting, nor had he found any new friends. Or frankly anyone that could understand him. So, he reduced his excursions to walking on the sidewalk and looking at funny looking signs.


    Suddenly, he spotted two people. A girl and a boy around his age, who apparently disagreed about fashion. However, this did not stop him from running over, waving his hand at the two. "Hey! Hello! Do you need help?" He asked, arriving close by the literal fallen angel. He stretched out his hand, regardless of the response, as an offer to help him off the ground.