TryOut: Nanea Merto; Diaveras [APPROVED]

Try-out Role-Player: Diaveras
Try-out Character's Name: Nanea Merto
Try-out Character's Race: Fullbringer

(Thursday, May 10th. 11:42 PM)

It was completely dark at the moment, in this room no light could be found. It was deep within a large building that had been abandoned and was soon to be torn down for construction, thus this place could not serve as home for much longer. The only resident of this building, sat hugging her knees against the wall of the room lacking light, this was how she slept today. She was still asleep now, a chain running behind her on either end of it a gun. The air of the room was cool and there was only the smell of blood in it, though it was feint. Within the room, in a corner of the wall opposite of the sleeping girl one would see the remains of an unfortunate teenager who had come in and awoke Nanea before dawn after she had just returned from her "rounds" in the city. One wall of the room, adjacent to the body, was lined with ruined shelves bearing tools of all sorts. The shelves were all slightly slanted and decayed showing how old they had become since the abandonment of this building. The wall across from the shelves bore the doorway that led out of this room, the door was missing yet the hinges remained appearing untouched except by age. This was the room that Nanea has been using as her hideaway the rest of the building mattered little in comparison most she actually hasn't seen yet, needing only a dark place to sleep in the day.

Now Nanea was shifting around a bit as she was exiting her sleep, her arms becoming slightly looser around her legs and her head rising a few inches behind them. Her right arm came down and her hand slid across the floor until it met the chain at her back which it followed to the first gun. Now she opened her eyes and put her left right down to look around the room, her eyes were completely adjusted to the dark and she could see most of the rooms details, the body in the corner still bore the cuts she had placed on it with her knives and the large gash through the neck that had killed the boy when she pierced his throat with her sword. She looked to her left to see that very sword in its case resting against the wall, she let go of her left leg and placed her hand on the ground as she stood up. She tilt her head to each side, a few popping noises coming from her neck as results. She took in the smell of blood in a long breath, she was ready to draw some more tonight. She threw her right arm up, the chain of the gun in her hand pulling on the second gun and causing it to rise up in front of her, she plucked it out of the air and threw the chain around her back before placing the weapons in the sides of her shorts, she didn't have anything else to put them in when she needed to free her hands up though it didn't matter to her. She grabbed the sword now and put the strap around her left thigh the blade hanging behind her leg at an angel that wouldn't disrupt how she moved it in most cases. She checked to see her knives still in their cases on her right thigh before she felt prepared to leave. She turned to face the doorway and slowly walked towards it, turning around when she heard a small sort of click but in this darkness she didn't see whatever it was. Perhaps a small piece of the wood from the old shelves fell and hit the ground, no this wasn't it either. She heard it and this time she remembered the all too familiar sound of ticking her mouth opened as she took deep breaths. The sound was coming to haunt her, the ticking of the clock that drove her to the life she has now. Nanea turned and quickly walked through the hallway, following the path to leave this place and begin her rounds.

Outside the lights of the city kept all exposed areas illuminated, endless rows of white dotting the roof line and the streets in the distance. It hurt her eyes a bit to see all those lights she moved her hand to block it out until her eyes were adjusted to it. She rubbed her left arm a bit as the wind hit it, tonight was colder than normal and she was not wearing much. She wore her usual short shorts and red top that covered little more than a training bra, the fingerless gloves on her hands provided them with protection from the wind. She could handle the average cold of the night in this city but tonight it seemed to have dropped past her tolerance limit. It was also disadvantageous to her that she was on one of the higher floors of the structure where the wind could more easily reach. Her skin crawled as she felt the cold air rushing past her when she launched down to the lower floors. She hugged herself a bit and let out a small groan, this was in no way going to work if she kept getting so cold like this. She shivered a little until her body warmed up again after just a few seconds, she was going to need more covering as this was just unbearable for her. The ticking noise came back and she knew she would have to hurry before she had a panic attack.

Trying to keep her thoughts off of the cold air she rushed down one of the streets, she normally avoided the shopping district of the city but it couldn't be helped tonight, she moved mostly through alleyways to prevent being spotted as she mapped her way to the shopping district of the city, at this time of night most of the stores would be closed which was ideal seeing how she couldn't pay for things she needed anyway. She stopped in an alleyway now, hiding behind some piled up junk as she looked out to see if they were any clothing stores to break into. To her luck there was one just on the other side of one of the building behind her, she circled around and found a back door, fullbringing the lock to allow herself into the store. It was warmer in here and that felt nice her skin crawled when she realized just how cold the air had gotten her to feel. But now it was time for some relief from that as she searched around for something that would suit her needs. She found a black shirt which would not only shield her from the wind but also make it easier to stay hidden in the dark areas that she went through. She also decided on a pair of boots that went up to her knees, the insides of them were filled with a fluffy material to make them warm and this would protect her lower legs, though she till felt the need to cover the exposed parts of her legs. The ticking came back and she had to find something quick, she spotted a black knee length skirt and grabbed it throwing it on, this would hide her knives which could be advantageous for her during her rounds though the sword was presenting a problem with this. She unstrapped the sword from her thigh and decided she would have to carry it for now, seems this would become her primary weapon tonight. The extra covering felt nice as she could feel herself warming up again, sh let out a slightly contented breath now and smiled sadistically. now she could finally get started. She left through the door she had entered and locked the door with fullbring, as soon as she heard the click of the lock she vanished and was on her way to her first area, the park. She couldn't feel the wind now, she wasn't getting cold at all she'll have to find a place to keep these as she would leave them on nights that weren't too cold for her, so as not to sacrifice the ease of moving around she felt in her normal outfit.

She made it to the park and looked around, no clocks of any kind to stimulate her phobia. Such hindrances were fortunate to have a lack of at night, she breathed in the air and kept her sharp smile as she drew into the trees of the park, her targets would all be coming by on the pavement that served as the paths through the parks, lined with benches and street lamps that kept the way illuminated, yet the trees on the sides were thick and not spread out making it easy to hide within thanks to the blockage of light. She could move freely in the trees and not worry of being spotted. She didn't move fast, she didn't run she walked so that the grass being crushed beneath her feet wouldn't make any noise and give her away. She moved to a specific tree that would give her a perfect place to watch from, she would be very difficult to spot but she could see between the trees placed right next to the edges of the pavement. There was a nearby bench that if an unsuspecting person were to sit at, would have the honor of bearing the first corpse of the night. She drew placed her hand on the tree and leaned out to watch the area, waiting for anyone to come by.

Percival had been minding his own business, enjoying the night sky and cool breeze, when some jerk-off from god knows where had shown up at the park. God how he hated thugs. He'd dealt with them every fucking night.

Perci was sitting on a bench, just in the center of the park, his back against the wooden panel. His arms were crossed, waist high and wrapped around his torso. His hand's dangled just beside both his right and left thighs. Strangely, one of his hands was of fair skin. The other was a bit darker, almost with an orange hue. Very tan indeed. It bore a strange tattoo in the center of the back of his hand. He wore a long sleeved, red shirt, blue jean pants and black shoes. He was of fair skin and complexion, which gave his darker hand an abnormal appearance.

But well, his fun filled-night had spiraled down into the pits of Hell. He lay his head back on the tip of the back, wooden panel, his arms still around his waist. His eyes were rolled to the right and his expression was sour. This fucking idiot, the thug, just stood there, in front of Perci, babbling on about how he wanted Perci to give up his belongings. Percival honestly didn't give two shits about this guy, but then, the unspeakable came forth from the baboons gape, "And give me that stupid lookin' necklace."

Rock's expression shifts to display his complete rage. This man was truly an idiot. Did he not know what he spoke of? His heart races, almost as if it wanted to jump out through his chest in order to shield his eyes from the tragedies to come. His hands clench, unintentionally puncturing both palms with nails and causing them to drip with blood. He turns towards the victim quickly with clenched teeth, but only for a brief moment. Not caring for what the thug had more to say, Percival lunges forward at the soon to be dead man, fists clenched and right arm retracted.

Nanea waited patiently, watching the area for anyone to arrive. This was not long as two people approached the bench she had been keeping an eye on. One of the men was being quite noisy and, from what she could tell, obnoxious in the eyes of the other man who appeared to be ignoring him. Listening to the loud one she could tell he was just a common thug trying to pretend he is tough and taking things off of people. The other one showed little signs of life while he sat on the bench, until he lay his head against the back of it panel. The person on the bench wasn't as irritated as she thought, simply just shutting him out from the looks of it.

She moved slowly behind the tree as she lifted her skirt to pull out a knife with her free hand, if either of these two were to become her target she should be prepared to kill the other so they don't go to the police and give her description or if they should retaliate. She came to peak out again from the other side of the tree, moving slowly as she kept in consideration that the brain perceives movement far faster than shape. She moved just enough to have her eye and she heard the thug make a demand that seemed to cause the other man to snap. A fight was going to break out at this rate but that wouldn't really matter. Every chance she got she was glancing at their wrists, please one of them fill her requirement the sound of the clock was driving her mad. She clenched the knife in her hand as she became aware of the ticking again, slowly her sword was being moved back and forth over the same inch of the tree cutting into the bark. She kept looking at their wrists hoping she'd find them wearing one.

Try-out Profile Evaluation Section - Sub-Total: 12/18

General -Total: 4/6
Thoroughness - 1/2
Organization - 1/2
Cleanliness - 2/2

Character - Total: 4/6
Originality and creativity - 2/3
Character depth - 2/3

Fullbring - Total: 4/6
Originality and creativity - 2/3
Fullbring depth - 2/3

Try-out Post Evaluation Section - Sub-Total: 22/32

Creativity - Total: 6/9
Setting - 2/3
Action scene - 2/3
Character reaction - 2/3

Grammar and Sentence Structure - Total: 4/8
Punctuation - 1/2
Sentence structure - 1/2
Readability - 2/4

Storytelling Ability - Total: 2/2

Flow and Overall Structure - Total: 4/4
Post flow - 2/2
Post organization - 2/2

General Detail - Total: 6/9
Setting detail - 2/3
Character action detail - 2/3
Character interaction detail and integrity - 2/3

TOTAL: 34 points

Ranked: Competent
[33-38 stat points]

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