Melina Caedus
Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2021 9:23 pm
1. Are you 18 or older? We want to know if anyone is under 18 years of age. Being under 18 will not bar you from participating in our community. Rather, this will allow us to gauge who is acting inappropriately toward minors.
Yes, I am older than 18 years
2. Do you have past experience with collaborative writing or roleplay, and if so, roughly how much? You can be brief. This is intended to help us provide useful feedback in your approval.
Multiple years of experience.
3. You may include an optional Roleplay sample for people to read that gives a feel for your character in writing.
The airship was drasticly loosing height. The engine took critical damage. A wing has been ripped off. And the manned turret the ship had... destroyed beyond use. Hell, the gunner inside had been pierced through the chest by a feather from the Nevermore chasing them. There was no way out of this mess, no way for the pilot to safely land this thing and flee with the remains of the crew he had. Only thing he could do, was pray and hope they would survive the crash landing that would follow, the ship crashing down into the forest it was flying over.
When the pilot opened his eyes, his entire body ached and a searing pain burned in his chest. A strange warmth flowed down from his head down at his temple, blood. He was alive, but badly injured, no way for him to move his body beyond writhing in his cockpits seat. He could only stare forward to the other burning parts of the ship he once flew, scattered across the clearing they crashed into. Something was moving below the wing that chrashed down in front of him. It was another of his crewmates, stuck beneath the wing pressing down on their legs and barely alive. As the pilot moved trying to stand up from his seat, something shook the cockpit he sat in.
The Nevermore that chased them had sat itsself down on the cockpit and stared at the crewmate buried beneath the wing. Easy pickings for a monster of that size. It jumped down from its 'porch', aimed with its beak and...
BOOM
An explosive-shell hit the Nevermore right at its bone-like skull, staggering the creature. The pilot couldn't see from where the shot was fired and was stunned as another shell hit the Grimm's talons and froze them to the ground, preventing the monster from taking flight again. Then something in a white blur, rammed the Nevermore, staggering it backwards. Not even a second later a white figure finished the beast off by slamming their weapon's blade down onto the stomach of the creature. Just like that, the Grimm was slain. The body of the creature fading into thin air.
The white figure then went over to the trapped crewmate, lifting the wing so that they could crawl free with their right arm only. Whoever they were, they were strong. They then seemed to treat the wounded, so efficiently even that the crewmate were up and running towards the pilot a second later. As they came closer some more features could be made out.
The white greyish armor they wore suggested atlas military, but the attire was way out of the ordinary to belong to it. Was this saviour a huntsman? Not even close. This was Melina Caedus. She looked like an angel. Probably exaggerated in the heat of the moment, but its what it seemed like to the dazed man as he lost consciousness.
Melina herself followed a distress signal during her flight to Vale and told her own pilot to start following it, even if it meant for her arriving late for Beacon's entry ceremony. She was sure the teachers there would understand that she simply couldn't ignore human or faunus life in danger, especially if it was within her direct reach. And it appeared like she was just in the nick of time. With the strength of Solemn Vow she forced open the door to the cockpit, took the pilot out of his seat and carried him as fast as she could outside, in time for her own airship ot make its landing nearby. After holding her human hand to the pilot's head, the wound healing in mere seconds, she stood up again to investigate the rest of the wreckage. 'Surely these two weren't the only crewmembers' she thought to herself.
Yes, I am older than 18 years
2. Do you have past experience with collaborative writing or roleplay, and if so, roughly how much? You can be brief. This is intended to help us provide useful feedback in your approval.
Multiple years of experience.
3. You may include an optional Roleplay sample for people to read that gives a feel for your character in writing.
The airship was drasticly loosing height. The engine took critical damage. A wing has been ripped off. And the manned turret the ship had... destroyed beyond use. Hell, the gunner inside had been pierced through the chest by a feather from the Nevermore chasing them. There was no way out of this mess, no way for the pilot to safely land this thing and flee with the remains of the crew he had. Only thing he could do, was pray and hope they would survive the crash landing that would follow, the ship crashing down into the forest it was flying over.
When the pilot opened his eyes, his entire body ached and a searing pain burned in his chest. A strange warmth flowed down from his head down at his temple, blood. He was alive, but badly injured, no way for him to move his body beyond writhing in his cockpits seat. He could only stare forward to the other burning parts of the ship he once flew, scattered across the clearing they crashed into. Something was moving below the wing that chrashed down in front of him. It was another of his crewmates, stuck beneath the wing pressing down on their legs and barely alive. As the pilot moved trying to stand up from his seat, something shook the cockpit he sat in.
The Nevermore that chased them had sat itsself down on the cockpit and stared at the crewmate buried beneath the wing. Easy pickings for a monster of that size. It jumped down from its 'porch', aimed with its beak and...
BOOM
An explosive-shell hit the Nevermore right at its bone-like skull, staggering the creature. The pilot couldn't see from where the shot was fired and was stunned as another shell hit the Grimm's talons and froze them to the ground, preventing the monster from taking flight again. Then something in a white blur, rammed the Nevermore, staggering it backwards. Not even a second later a white figure finished the beast off by slamming their weapon's blade down onto the stomach of the creature. Just like that, the Grimm was slain. The body of the creature fading into thin air.
The white figure then went over to the trapped crewmate, lifting the wing so that they could crawl free with their right arm only. Whoever they were, they were strong. They then seemed to treat the wounded, so efficiently even that the crewmate were up and running towards the pilot a second later. As they came closer some more features could be made out.
The white greyish armor they wore suggested atlas military, but the attire was way out of the ordinary to belong to it. Was this saviour a huntsman? Not even close. This was Melina Caedus. She looked like an angel. Probably exaggerated in the heat of the moment, but its what it seemed like to the dazed man as he lost consciousness.
Melina herself followed a distress signal during her flight to Vale and told her own pilot to start following it, even if it meant for her arriving late for Beacon's entry ceremony. She was sure the teachers there would understand that she simply couldn't ignore human or faunus life in danger, especially if it was within her direct reach. And it appeared like she was just in the nick of time. With the strength of Solemn Vow she forced open the door to the cockpit, took the pilot out of his seat and carried him as fast as she could outside, in time for her own airship ot make its landing nearby. After holding her human hand to the pilot's head, the wound healing in mere seconds, she stood up again to investigate the rest of the wreckage. 'Surely these two weren't the only crewmembers' she thought to herself.