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I rolled my eyes at the tone that mocked my predicament as I lifted my head back into an upright position. How quaint of him to call me ‘dearest cousin’ in return. Don’t I feel special now? To be fair I never would have thought that Asbjørn would be the cellphone type of guy. He still spoke as an Asgardian and clearly has not resided on Midgard as long as I. Must have been the avengers that talked him into it. That Stark figure always seemed a pinch to bossy when it came to tech.

He walked over to me and I cranked my neck to view his tall mass. A giant in own right like the great Thor. The phone was taken from my grasp (more like passed on, but whatever) and I was not altogether pleased to release my dear device I’d spent so much effort to receive. Sure I could steal one, but then I’d have no way to turn it on anyway without a provider for service. These mortals were so complicated.

I was too tired to fight him. I just let me forearms drop down to rest against my thighs. “You mean to say ‘friends who will help after they have you caged like an animal’.” I corrected. The avengers wouldn’t let me roam free, not after all I’ve done and the plans I still have yet to complete. I tilted my head at my cousin and reached to take my phone back. “I will not go with you. On the other note, you are delusional. If some sort of device was attracted to me, my magic would pick it up.”

I took a minute to simply just breath. It was relaxing and allowed me to rejuvenate the energy I needed to fight on and go about my day. And get food. “I thank you for the escape, but you will be returning empty handed without your precious ‘mockingjay’.” I still didn’t know why he brought me out here in the first place.

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Janus Wilds

“As it is not to fool with the only person capable of repairing these ships,” I countered smoothly, the pain on my face chipping away with each passing second. I admit it felt better to have my arm bound than the bones pressing through each muscle as I moved about. It did not make for the most pleasant day so far.

I had no idea where I was to even begin repairing the ship with only one useful arm. I could hold a tool, sure, but these vessels were massive, even if I were just to reconnect the communication hub or navigational system it would take a while. Assuming we lived long enough to see it through. I doubt we actually made it to our destination, meaning we were without proper supplies and marooned on a foreign planet.

I rubbed gently at the biscep of my broken arm as I listened to them carry on about the reasoning behind the crash. I rolled my eyes at their silly alien notions.

“I’d be a terrible engineer if I did not know how to escape my own ship design,” I replied easily, lifting my chin slightly, then raising my eyes the same to look around. We were located within the quarter section, meaning where the rooms were held that we slept in. By my memory there were three main levels and then the command deck. The lowest level held the necessary cargo we would’ve needed to start a civilization; be it tools, seeds, food, etc. If that deck isn’t destroyed already.

The middle deck held the quarters for the first class, the cafeteria, and other essential rooms to pass the time or store items. The highest deck held the core of the ship and other important mechanisms, as well as more common areas. Finally, the command deck was self explanatory. Duh. I would have to go there to access the files and possible logs of the ship’s crash, plus the condition of the entire thing. Later of course.

The top floor and bottom both have boarding ramps. It would be safer for the higher deck. The floor beneath us could be on fire and we wouldn’t even know it. Besides, we needed a vantage point.

“If the elevators fail to function, we will have to manually walk up a level. I can find the hatch release for the boarding ramp and we can exit there. The stairs should be somewhere in this direction.” I pointed left down the hall. “I’ll have to return later on in order to discover what truly happened to the ship through the motherboard in command. Once we gather survivors, we must also see what supplies remain below.”

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Only had muse for Janus right now

The Lone Raven | The Traitor | Black Mystic

Name:

Röeno (Ru-eh-no)

Nicknames:

He prefers to be called by his full name, but others whom share the king’s trust tend to shorten it to Ro.

Age:

He is around 362 years old, but looks to be in his mid twenties.

Race:

Elven

Rank:

Healer for the dark king

Wanted Rank:

He has no ambition to rule, simply to help out where he can for his own personal goals and those he believes in.

Personality:

Still a wip

History:

Röeno was born within the Du Weldenvarden, in the Elven city of Ellesmera. He was born during an age where children were a rarity, though they still are one in a few to this day. As a young boy, he grew to love nature and was taught to connect to all living beings from his parents. He used to enjoy watching animals in the forests, or simply sharing a sunny day with the flowers in fields. Like all elves, he was and is still a vegetarian, preferring not to eat those in which he has connected to before with his mind.

He was always seeking to learn more from his peers and parents, whom had stopped being mates as he reached near his hundredth year. He lived a normal life throughout the remaining years he spent in the capital, and sought out the path of a healer. He studied healing magic rigorously and soon became capable enough to heal broken bones and serious injuries many could not bare. As many people lost too much energy or even died from healing as such, he's trained his body and mind to fight though a couple broken bones at a time. Sadly he could not practice on himself, as the magic only worked on others.

It was only several years ago that he abandoned his people and joined up with the king of humans. While the king was dark, and it was madness to join him against all beliefs, Röeno pledged himself to Galbatorix. What he wanted? For one he wanted to help the new dragon riders, and he agreed with many of the king’s philosophies. He became an irriplaceable asset to them, being the only one who could fully comprehend the ancient language and all the magic behind it. As a healer, he advises the king himself even on magical matters, and instructs the riders.

Family:

He shares not his family with the people he knows, but both parents are still alive and he’s an only child.

Crush:

Open

Spouse:

None, as elves do not marry and he has no interest at the moment.

IC:

Röeno | Castle Courtyard | Training Area

The early day sun was hot in the sky, beaming down at me as I inspected my weapon. The sword was of elven craft, its metals and techniques to form unknown to the humans of this land. It was an extension of my arm and my faithful companion of years past and more to come. The ornate hilt was spun with silver and on the end of the pommel sat a ruby. As I twisted the weapon gently in my hands, it glinted in the light. The blade altogether was about three to four feet long; a nimble long sword that I could wield with one hand and still act quickly.

Holding the pommel in my left hand, the blade horizontal, I ran my finger tips across the flat edge of the blade. “Gëuloth du knífr.” I whispered. My own hand reacted by glowing a soft white from the palm, stretching to cover the blade and then dimming away. A simple dulling spell so that I would not hurt anyone while using it. I’d have to remember to take it off later.

I ran my pointer finger along the edge to make sure the spell did it’s work, not that I was worried it failed. Raising my sword vertical to myself, I tested a swipe through the air down to my right side, then brought it back up for a little twirl. I lifted my eyes from the blade to the dummy made of wood in front of me. I took a careful step back and readied my combat stance; feet light and ready to move, with blade pointed at the target.

Today I wore a sleeveless, dark jerkin that showed off the muscles on my arms and prevented me from getting overheated. I wore pants of similar color and my almost knee high boots. A thick belt sat around my waist, where the sheathe for my sword hung neatly. My black hair was pulled back in a small bun, but strands flew gently in the light breeze set adrift.

The soldiers in the surrounding area must find it silly for the king’s own healer to be training in such conbatic manner. I cared not. I had to defend myself and I excelled at swordsmanship ever since I was younger. Easily I could beat any soldier here in strength, speed and strategy. Not to even mention my magic.

The training area was a large dirt patch with scotches of grass here and there. Training dummies were set along the edges, like where I was, and the center arena was used for drills and fighting. The stables were nearby, so I could hear horses neighing about now and again.

With movements light and quick, I advanced on the dummy, bringing my sword in for a backhand slash, twirling in the opposite direction and providing a firm strike to the base.

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Röeno

The blade firmly met the wood, but never did pierce the surface. I pulled back to fluently twirl on my left heel for another strike. I went on practicing through my stances and techniques for the next couple minutes, and even with the dulling spell the dummy was starting to show wear from the strength I possessed.

In the background, in addition to the chatter and swords clashing from the soldiers, I heard a very specific whooshing of air and a thump. The dragons living at the castle were all but silent and I’ve tuned my ears to know when they touched ground. I knew not which it was, but that usually brought a rider along with it.

I felt the familiarity of the minds around me, even of the rider whom had just landed further down the courtyard. I have a feeling I know who it is. One specific woman always did greet me whenever I was training.

I pulled away from the dummy, breathing hard through my nose to catch my breath from the minutes of false combat. A light layer of sweat glistened on my skin from the heat. I lowered the sword back to my side and looked back over my left shoulder towards the voice that rang out. I was right. She was leaning against one of the training dummies. Roena, the king’s faithful little princess. She wasn’t that bad, I didn’t mean it in a mocking sense, but she was practically the princess.

“Kvetha fricai,” I greeted, my voice laced with the elven accent of my race. Frequently I spoke in the ancient language. One could not lie within speaking it and it felt good to go back to my roots. Most times I could say something and no one would understand me anyway.

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It means ‘greeting friend’

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“I am well,” I replied in the native tongue, dipping my head respectfully to the woman deemed princess. She had always been a kind young girl to myself and I appreciated the respect she returned to me, even if I was of lower status. Ranking? Perhaps. Strength? Never. I was obedient nonetheless on most occasions.

I rose my free hand to wipe at the sweat on my brow, releasing a sighing huff at the heat. Now on to the real question, why was she out here? Did she need something or was this simply a friendly visit? Perhaps the king needed something? My eyes slipped past her and inavertedly found the man himself leaning against the wall.

I did my best not to meet his eyes, and switched my gaze back to her almost immediately. I had nothing to hide, Galbatorix knew of my training habits of both magic and physical techniques. Still, I found it awkward to notice the king and not immediately fall to my knees. Not that I would ever do so.

I twirled my sword up in my hand, twisting it back to bury the blade in its sheathe neatly. “Have you come to join me for some extra practice?”

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