Thomas Laythorpe
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Nuri’s eyes are wide open as he whispers far too loudly ‘Fucking Idiot.’
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‘Say! What a load of fish there are.’
Nuri turns away from the fallen firekin and walks to the door. ‘You got a new sofa. That was quick.’ He remarks to the young girl in passing before completely ignoring everything else in the room. Lying across it, he mumbles ‘That was very quick.’ before going to sleep again.
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The cold one was far too convenient. He was far too warm. He was running.
Why hide in a room full of people unless the outside was scarier?
Whoever is looking for him plans to kill him, that means violence and violence means a racket
Richard Penn once said ‘Never throw a long line when a short one will serve your purpose,’ and as the group of Firekin approach Nuri, he smiles at the reminder.
Nuri turns to face his aggressors. ‘Hey you! We’re looking for a Cold One! If you don’t want trouble,’ The firekin second from the back ignites his hands with a smile before carrying on, ‘you’ll tell us what you know.’ Nuri smiles back and a wave of flame spreads across the ground making a perfect circle of scorched earth around himself; his anger is disappearing.
He slowly takes a step forward and the crackling heat follows. ‘Or what.’ He replies with mirth. Before the firekin can open his mouth Nuri has disappeared, one dumbstruck moment later the closest head flies through the air.
Dr Seus once said ‘One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish,’ and as he carries the momentum of his first kick into the second firekin, throwing the barely ignited creature at his friend, Nuri smiles at the reminder.
He disappears into a cacophony of shouts from the leader-who-stayed-at-the-back. ‘What are you doing?!’ or ‘You idiots!’ his shouts are only permeated by the cracking of skulls as Nuri reappears dropping his heel on the two flailing firekin. The leader turns towards his terrified rear guard and screams ‘SHOOT AT THE TRAIL OF SCORCHED EARTH. THAT’S WHERE HE IS RIGHT NOW WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!’
He would’ve screamed more, probably, at least if it weren’t for the snap in his neck. ‘Correction. That’s where I was.’ Nuri laughs as the shocked corpse falls to the floor; some people never do look ready to die.
‘This one has a little star and… ‘ Nuri turns with the cold smirk of a hyena, a pure bred predator and this was his prey. ‘…This one has a little car.’ The last firekin whimpers and falls to his knees; Nuri Ya Zaheer with his trail of Scorched Earth approaches him with a proud swagger building up the pressure around his hands, he’ll end it with just a clap.
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‘Don’t fucking touch me.’ Nuri had being awake for the last 3 Hours, deliberately trying to block out everything going on around him. So much talking. Â ‘Why were you even still here? I’d run if I were you.’ He turns slightly to get a better look at Gekido, noticing a small band of ice, he checks his own wrist. ‘Shit.’
He gets up and walks straight past Gekido to the door. Once outside he starts trying to smash the bracelet off, he shakes it, he hits it against the rock and as he tries harder and harder her gets angrier and angrier until he finds himself generating heat to try and melt it off.
Every time he melts it, it just comes back in a rush of steam.
/I can’t believe she caught me/
He wants to scream. Instead he has to make do with this. Angrily trying to melt off an unmelting bracelet that just sends a plume of steam into his face.
/And she’s working with both the cold ones and firekin?!/
He starts punching the ground his fist getting heavier and heavier, making more and more noise.
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The sofa Nuri is on catches alight.
He carries on sleeping, although he appears slightly out of sorts; it could be the freezing cold water or the cold one at the door but either way something is not right with his world.
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The water pours over him in an instant and he screams. ‘Fuck!’ He is on his knees, swathed in steam and panting. He feels the cold caress his back and his muscles spasm into shivers. He tries to feel the warmth inside himself well up into a flame but it’s too late; he’s losing.
No. Not losing. He’s giving up. He has faced far worse, far scarier. But against this thing whatever it is he cannot seem to put up a fight. His body is surrendering itself far too easily.
And he is disappointed in himself.
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Some of the trees turn to ash before they hit him, the rest miss him as he moves into a Meia Lua de Rins to avoid Eni’s attack using the pressure around his body to propel him to the floor. He moves into a Meia Lua  Reversao to traverse back with a hint of aggression, he doesn’t expect either of the kicks to land but it’s worth a try. The main challenge here is to shore up defense and keep that circle around him protected.
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The pressure in the dome builds up quickly and the ground beneath them starts to crack. His stance shifts and as he puts his right foot down the ground gives way smashing everything around them. ‘Not like that I won’t.’
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Down came the rain and washed the spider out, he unconsciously finishes in his head. The burning rain was something he’d never seen before. It scared him. Just who was this person. ‘Just who are you?’ He asks as steam begins to rise off his body, the heat around him increasing and compressing the air into a protective layer.
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Oh great. An activist. ‘There is no shame in victory and I’m afraid this is where we part ways.’ A slight rain starts, more mist than drops, still he shivers. Rain has always messed with him especially this heavy, thick syrup of atmosphere, a natural inhibitor to his strength.
They used to call this an English Summer; the sudden rains after the bright sun; grasshoppers singing in the hedgerows. Nuri sings an old nursery rhyme softly to himself  in time to the pitter patter of the leaves. ‘Incy Wincy Spider,’ a sense of foreboding, ‘climbed up the water spout.’
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The threat was pronounced. /rather it be pleasant for you/. He steps back slightly and watches her, he centers his line covers it but stays open to her conversation. He knows what comes next, up ahead her friends will be waiting, it’s an ambush and not the first in this area. Shame really that they haven’t quite learnt yet. But something is troubling him, the pressure she has is all wrong. ‘And what would this ‘acquisition’ entail? Because I’m fairly certain my duties lie elsewhere.’
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Her knowing Nuri’s name is not unusual, he has a reputation after all. Her wanting to meet him on the other hand is a worry; made worse by her confidence. ‘Trying to meet old Nuria of the Scorched Earth eh? Now would someone as charming as you… Eni. Try and do that? You must have heard the rumors, crunching bones, pointless killing. I shouldn’t be sought after by creatures, especially creatures as polite as yourself.’
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A wave of pressure is emanating. Curious but not aggressive, yet. The wave measures the girl behind him, or so it should. Every creature has a unique  way of interacting with the power Nuri exerts; the cold ones absorb it, the firekin reject it and humans crumple in it’s stead. This girl does none of these, in fact…. she seems to be… playing… with it. He turns to face this mysterious interloper, interest piqued. ‘You found me, little one. However I have no idea who you are, so before we continue,’ he smiles the smile of a soldier, controlled, reserved and professional, ‘An introduction would be nice.’ He subtly increases the pressure around the two, a subtle intimidation that should be barely noticeable. He doesn’t want a fight but in his experience odd people mean bad situations and bad situations usually mean someone getting hurt.
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((Omg what’s that a new character. Yes, yes it is. Given it was a year since the last one was made I thought a new one would be cool, or not. Hot damn those puns.))
Name: Nuria Ya Zaahir Or Nuri for short
Age: Appears to be about 19 – 21
Species: Firekin
Appearance: He has short, tousled hair through which only brief glimpses of his bright golden eyes sparkle; his glare is like the sun and just as brilliant, scarring those who stare for too long. He wears a fairly thick button up v-neck white t-shirt which shows off his muscles and a pair of loose fitting trousers rolled up at the ankles. After burning through too many pairs of shoes he has now decided to go barefoot, the heat he produces has hardened the soles of his feet so he doesn’t have problems navigating his way around, except if there’s lego on the floor.
Personality: Nuri is light hearted and jovial most of the time; able to pull a joke in the most dire of situations. However he is often considered a fool by others, especially for not taking situations like the war seriously, a sour and unjust reflection on his intelligence and not at all indicative of his cleverness. This demeanor however changes when he is in a fight and he often loses control of himself, to the point of which he offhandedly destroyed a township while trying to hunt down a cold one; thus earning him the title Nuria Ya Zaahir of the Scorched Earth.
Background: Nuri is a pure blood firekin and is a part of a guerilla-style platoon of Firekin that travel hunting down the cold ones in the Sunbeast Territory. The group is fairly autonomous but still follow a chain of command as well as taking part in the occasional big battle.
Abilities: Nuri manipulates fire and heat on his hands and feet and uses predominantly close quarters combat to take down enemies. He uses the fire and heat to dramatically increase the pressure and force of his limbs and can drastically increase the power of his hits as well as the speed and range of his movements. He can create a lot of pressure quite quickly however it should be noted that every hit diminishes (only very slightly) the power of future attacks. It should also be noted that on the flipside of that by biding his time he can create even more pressure than normal to unleash far more devastating attacks. His fighting style is mainly capoeira inspired Jeet Kune Do, fast, fluid and brutal but observant at the same time, however he can use the force of the pressure to direct both flames and waves of force over fairly short distances (his proudest accomplishment is destroying a tree at 3 metres) ; the downside being the further the distance the less effective this ability is.
((And now in honour of that fantastic quote at the end of @maratwashere ‘s character I’m gonna put my own in from Murukami’s After Dark))
‘To the fire they’re nothing but scraps of paper. It’s the exact same thing. Important memories, not-so important memories, totally useless memories: there’s no distinction – they’re all just fuel.’
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Name: Artifex Intemperia
Breed: Letalis
Age: Fairly YoungPhysical Description:Â
Armed with a Sadistic Smile, Artifex (Art to his few friends) takes physical pride in his derision of the lesser beings. With his thoughts hidden by the mess of carefully constructed jet black hair this Purebred Letalian stands tall and regal even among members of his own race.
Personality:
Capricious, cunning and cruel Art is someone whose ambition and conviction know no bounds; he is willing to sacrifice everyone around him for the sake of his own self-entitlement. However it is this arrogance which leads to self important naivety and the fits of jealous rage people have come to regularly expect from him.Background Story:
Artifex Intemperia was born to a relatively wealthy heritage and as a proud purebred has since birth had everything handed to him on a plate. His sickly charm, brilliant strategising and disdain for lower beings has seen him rise rapidly in the Aristocratic Society of the Letalis.
He currently works as a Consultant on Agricultural Opportunities for the Upper Echelons of Dominatus. It is a job he thoroughly enjoys.((Jesus what’s up with all the HTML suddenly showing up when I posted?!))