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Name: Claud Albert Hamilton Age: 22 Gender: Male Arcana: Tower Weaponry and Tools: His body. Skills: Claud has been groomed to be both quick in mind and body. Fairly intelligent, Claud has consistently been at the top in academic pursuits and is able to adapt quickly to most situations. His body has been trained to be rather fit, and he has a basic knowledge of self defense and spear use. Appearance: Claud possesses long, straight black hair that falls to around his shoulders, while not messy it is obvious that Claud pays little mind to status of his hair. He has piercing green eyes, that are always taking in the details around him, and a somewhat pointed chin. Overall his features tend to possess a downplayed sense of regality. He is rather tall, around 190 cm, and has lean muscles that, while not overly defined, can be noticed upon closer inspection. In terms of clothing, Claud tends to wear casual clothes such as jeans and shirts. He also has a tendency of wearing a light jacket over his shirt. His appearance often appears to be rather disheveled. Personality: Claud is rather introspective, preferring to keep to himself and merely observe others. Constantly being at the forefront of attention all his life has led him to despise the attention and left much preferring solitude. Despite this, there are times when he feels rather lonely, as he lacks the ability to truly connect with any of his peers. At nearly all times Claud feels like an observer looking in on his life and the lives of others. Despite his introspective nature, Claud was still groomed to be an eloquent speaker. He is capable of communicating with others with ease, just much prefers to avoid it. He is intelligent and possesses a cool head at most times. Claud possesses a strong moral character and refuses to back down in the face of what he sees as injustice, feeling a responsibility to help others. However Claud can be late to act in nearly any situation outside of an injustice, particularly those involving himself. In addition once he perceives an injustice, he can be adamantly stubborn and make wrong calls. His secrecy regarding his life and solitude tends to paint an air of aloofness that often leaves him alone and without any allies. Background: Claud has always been placed under heavy expectations and responsibilities. His parents told him that he was to always strive for excellence and nothing less was allowed. Be that in his grades or self defense training or whatever he chose to invest his time in, he had to be on top and he had to be exceptional. While this may have been hard on the young boy, it was understandable, as his family is long line of nobles originating in Northern Ireland. It was Claud’s birthright to inherit this position one day. For Claud’s family, it was their duty to lead the lower classes into the future. Their duty as nobles was to shine as a beacon of greatness and to illustrate their merit at every turn. As nobles, others would always follow their example, and as such they needed to make it an example worth following. Being good at something wasn’t enough, one had to be the best at it. However for Claud, such expectations were burdensome and difficult. He had little desire to excel at everything, or even inherit his birthright. For Claud such things were accompanied by too many hardships and disappointments. Truth be a told, a part of Claud was jealous of those who grew in a typical familial relations, instead of his overbearing and yet simultaneously distant parents. Parents who never seemed to be around, but were constantly telling him how he should best live his life. Yet despite his slight jealousy, Claud knew he could never live in such a setting. It was too foreign and unnatural for a boy who had never grow up knowing anything else. Hence his jealousy became more akin to an appreciation rather than a deep seated desire or longing. An appreciation that has carried on into the present. Claud’s early years consisted mostly of tutoring and self studying as he was thought at home. During these years, in addition to basic schooling, he learned a variety of self defense tactics and developed a proficiency for spears and other polearms. That said his inability to properly commit himself, led to this training having very less of impact. When Claud was eight, his parents enrolled him in a prestigious school in the U.K. It was here that Claud first began having daily interactions with other peers of his age. It was a pleasant experience for the young boy, but it turned out to be a short lived experience. His status as noble and the consistency of his high end performances, quickly led to the rest of his class deferring extra respect towards Claud. For Claud, who just wished to be on a similar level as others, this was troublesome to say the least. He knew he would stand out one day, but for now he just wanted to enjoy his childhood years. However short they may be. Thus, less than a year later, Claud approached his parents with a proposition: He wanted to study abroad. After presenting the case to his parents, saying things like it’d be a good experience for him to see the world, and that he’d be able to learn many new languages and cultures unavailable at home, his parents reluctantly consented. Claud stayed in many places, first living with servants as his caretakers but eventually transitioned to living on his own. He was glad to be away from his responsibilities and the pressure he faced daily, and in hopes of maintaining it he told no one of his background. In order to appease his parents Claud didn’t join any activities or sports, so that none of those records would have to be sent back, instead he just consistently remained at the top academically. In terms of locations, Claud spent a vast majority of his time in America, living a vast variety of states, and many different schools. It was rare for him to stay in one school for more than a year. He studied abroad for two more years, before returning to America for his senior year. While he underwent certain shenanigans during the year, he also made close friends for the first time. After graduating, Claud received to further his education abroad, and thus arrived at Al-Bareha, where he would also represent his family's interests. As such he has studied enough Arabic to hold a conversation with the locals and conduct any business that his family desired, in order to continue appeasing his parents. Weaknesses: Claud isn't great at connecting with others and always feels burdened by the responsibilities he's supposed to uphold. As such Claud often feels isolated and alone, but lacks any real skill in communicating his personal desires. Still, he has grown a little from his anti-social high school years and is now more quiet than anything else. In addition, Claud's preferred method of fighting often puts him in danger. Persona: Cú Chulainn Origin and Background: Cú Chulainn is an Irish mythical hero hailing from the stories of the Ulster Cycle, as well as Scottish and Manx folklore. The son of the god Lugh, he was originally named Sétanta until he killed the smith Culann’s fierce guard dog in self-defense, and out of obligation chose to take its place until a proper replacement could be reared. He is well-known for his warp spasms in battle, in which he entered a berserk state, and his usage of the barbed spear “Gáe Bulg”. Appearance: http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20080708183926/megamitensei/images/1/1c/CuChulainn2.jpg Powers and Abilities: Cú Chulainn is obviously skilled in the use of his mythical spear, but is also able to cast wind and lightning spells to deal with enemies. However Cú Chulainn most unique trait, is the spell known as Mystic Change, this allows Cú Chulainn to transform into a spear that Claud is able to wield.

Happy Belated Birthday by the way. Always a pleasure to read these entries.

Who's that? I only see Ornac. Also that Drive looks sweet.

I'm still waiting for that last minute village rally. Cause this is sad.

Club Penguin?

Day V: Chuck out of Luck The next night a fierce debate raged on between the villagers. A large group of villagers wanted Tyler killed, believing that he truly was Mafia, but yet another group refused to listen and believed that Chuck was Mafia, and then there was a small sect who just wanted to kill what they say as an incompetent Toa. While the Lloyd timers wanted to merely guide him, many believed it was too late for him to repent. Eventually they settled on dragging Chuck up to the gallows, and while the man tried to raise his heads up, exclaiming that he was just an "average-computer-whiz-next-door," the village didn't buy it and quickly chucked Chuck to his death. Of course, gallows aren't that high up, so all the process really did was allow the opportunity for a dumb pun and nursery rhyme to spring up. Little old Chuck wasn't too quick. Sometimes he was as slow as a brick. The computer-whiz-next-door. Was to us a great big bore. So we chucked Mr. Chuck. And watched him run out of luck. Namely the villagers stabbed him while he lay on the ground. Toa Chuck, Toa, Lynched.

Internet is down but voting is closed. I'll have the scene up when I can fix my internet.

IC: Silvanni "Hence why I said we build up power first," I sighed, "I swear no one listens, you build up enough power and you can force him into a situation where he either helps makes things go faster or I kick him off this facility and we get out of here on our own."

IC: Silvanni "And you know, if we build up enough strength, we can just force the Host to work with us."

IC: Silvanni "Kthxbai."

IC: Silvanni So fun fact. Did you know Vortixx can also use Kanohi, go ahead and check BS01 neets. Don't know why so few of us do it in these games, but hey, guess that means more reasons for me to be a trendsetter. Truth be told, I've been in love with this mask ever since I saw in the war games, and if they owner had passed, may as well carry on the legacy. Who's more charismatic than little old me? Do you know the kind of things I can sell with my own words? Plus things were getting a little tense, a little charisma should lighten the mood. There was also the added benefit of few people knowing a thing about this mask, I'd assume Noroi knew, and the organizers, but seeing as I'm the only person who can read these things I had a secret weapon of sorts. Thus I donned the mask, another power added to my admittedly weak arsenal. Shopkeeper A was having fun alright. "Ladies and gentleman, please give Mr. Kale and I a minute of your time. Do you really think any of the organizers, especially that host, will just acquiesce to your demands? You scratch their back, and they'll start reading a book. They are above us chimps willing to scratch one another, but if you want change. True change you can believe in." vote for Obama My mouth curled into a grin, "Why I suggest you pay attention to the full plan. It's quite simple you see, we're not attacking them first. No no no, first we build up our power, beat a few heralds. Put them in our debt and in no position to argue against our demands. Then we force them to return us to our homes. If you don't like that plan, you're free to leave." Already I could feel the mask working its magic. Magic that no one else knew about. I love my job.

IC: Silvanni I'm chopped liver. I really am. I mean apparently he shook my hand off screen. But no one even knows I'm here. Wasn't I supposed to be the co-conspirator here? Always forgotten. Like Van Buren. "Kale buddy, you grabbed that before I could. Would you mind showing me that mask in your hand?" Odds of being forgotten again?

I mean if FTL was any indication. A space RPG can work pretty easily if properly set up.

IC: Silvanni How in the world did I become chopped liver? Right. Demigod!Kale. Screw Kale. IC: Onaya Onaya wasn't pleased with the situation, the tournament had looked to be fairly interesting, and the tactics shown by his team during the War Games had been quite formidable. Personally, Onaya had been looking forward to a chance to test his own abilities. Yet here he was, stuck in a foreign island surrounded Nihilistic Cultists whose very foundation was illogical. Again, this wasn't the ideal situation. He still remembered the deaths, and while his blood didn't start boiling like his friend's probably would have, he was still visibly agitated. An extreme for a person who always had a calm front. Their deaths had been so pointless, and quite frankly maybe he was starting to buy into his friend's ideals of heroism and justice. Either way, he wasn't happy with the situation. That's when he saw it, a staff lying next to the smoldering remains of one of the facility walls. From it's appearance it was obviously a Rahkshi Staff, fragmentation if Onaya recalled correctly, but it felt far more important than that. Curious, the Vortixx walked over to grasp the staff and instantly felt the presence of it's former owner. "Boomstick." The name came naturally out of Onaya's own mouth, he wasn't sure how or why, but that was the name assigned to this weapon. Looking out past the destroyed wall, an odd realization crept over Onaya. A certain clarity regarding the status of things. No, the original owner was not dead, they had been the one to destroy this wall and following some ridiculous feat managed to escape the tournament. Logically, Onaya knew it to be impossible, but just like his buddy did on a daily basis, the former owner was able to defy logic. I guess you were right buddy, there are some things in this world that can't be explained.

I'm dead.

Still shorter.

*1533.(3)% Ara ara Kray, get the math right.

Votes: Chuck - 3 Tyler - 2 Updated the first post.

GoT is shorter to type.

Funny, that's how all our interactions go. Wait...

Oh god. What did Hubert/Tyler St. Francis do to you? I apologize on his behalf.

I also just don't see GoT working from the basis of how political it tends to be. Sure you could turn it into some sort of hack and slash fantasy game, but then you've sort of lost the point of GoT. Plus there's nothing differentiating itself from other fantasy adventures. Ashfall in particular. If you go the political route, well you could end up with a similar situation as Kentoku with a climate that favors that sort of thing even less. At least if recent games have been any indication.

IC: Etov Assistance? Gems? Thoughts? I wasn't sure what I could do. Still, I owed him. "Meg a dnif uoy pleh lliw I tub, won thgir reffo ot sthguohts on evah I." Others were talking now. I observed. IC: Silvanni I'd been in the back of Engineering room for a little while now calming plotting and looking for materials. Make no mistake I was still absolutely livid , but a calm mind was needed to take down all these s. Already another body had gone to waste, and while I made note to collect the weapons later, for now I let them rest as I searched. In particular that Kanohi would be useful, and that knife would be deadly in the hands of skilled wielder. Still, I didn't exactly know how many allies I might acquire, if any. That's when I heard the clap, and someone talking some sense. Slowly, I emerged from the back of the engineering room, "Well, well, well, seems like there's someone else around who isn't some deadbeat. I take it you and I had similar intentions?" My eyes then took note of the fact that the weapons and the mask were now missing. "Already snagging the goods I see, I guess great minds really do think alike." Now I'm still a little polite, despite being off, so I held out a hand. "The name's Silvanni. How about we team up?" And that neets, was what I figured would be the start of a beautiful partnership.

IC: Etov Llun wanted help. I hadn't observed this village. Should I still help? Or should I watch? No. The Nulls deserved some help. They always suffered. I could help them now. "Od ot em deen uoy od tahw?" I asked.

IC: Etov My eyes awaken. I survey. Memory unclear. Wait. There was a video. I am in a tournament. Well I was. They called it Landfall? Odd name. I was supposed to end the bloodshed. Or was I supposed to observe. The Watcher wasn't here. Wait. I heard a voice. Llun was here. I saved him. Perhaps I should help him. I get up. "Ssucsid ot tnaw uoy od tahw?"