Name: Colonel Victoria Wolff

Age: 24

Personality: Victoria is decisive, and driven woman. While young, the entirety of her adult life has been serving as a solider, serving the Custody. Paired with a rigorous and austere childhood, Victoria has grown into a hard woman. Truthfully, her career almost defines her. Outwardly she is almost cold; yet respectful to her superiors, and fair to her soldiers. As an unfortunate side effect, she comes across as stiff, unfriendly, through a reluctance to drop formality. She holds a constant desire to ensure things are done properly, both by the book, and morally correct; justice was instilled in her from a young age.

To those who know her well, who she lets in, Victoria is warmer. The formality relaxes somehow, revealing a high strung, yet still confident, mood. Even in her hobbies, Victoria mostly keeps to herself, mainly exploring both a love of reading, and playing the piano, a memento of her youth.

Appearance: Victoria is slightly taller than average, at 5'9", with the body of a solider; lean, well toned, and fit enough to carry her packs and drag a man out of fire if needed. She stays at practically peak physical condition. Victoria refuses to be seen as weak compared to her men, especially as a frontline officer. She is attractive, in a harsh way. Grey eyes that carry the same piercing, hard look many soldiers have, and a fair complexion a result of her German heritage. She keeps her light brown hair short enough, to the shoulders, and usually tied back.

When out of uniform, her clothes are always practical; commonly boots, canvas trousers, and a jacket that will hide a holster. She will occasionally wear makeup, but it is usually a matter of forgetting. Not something she has on campaign. Her weapons are nothing fancy; the standard rail gun and side arm the rest of her troops are issued with.

Djibouti - After the public execution last week of President Hikmat Abdulrashid at the hands of General Imram-Ali, all semblance of organized resistance to the spreading extremist group Al janyar has collapsed. Seven freelance reporters have lost their lives in the most recent round of executions, which has included what seems to be the last of the outspoken 'old guard' religious and social leaders in the country.

Eritrea - Al janyar forces have succeeded in capturing the last government-controlled base, leaving the Al janyar forces mere hours from taking the capital. Three private jets, believed to be owned by rich foreign nationals, were destroyed on the tarmac or within minutes of take off, thanks to the capture of a Nigerian supplied arms shipment earlier in the week. President Meles Aregay is expected to offer an unconditional surrender to Warlord Taddesse Tsegaye, leader of the Eritrean based Al janyar forces, within the next few hours.

Somalia - The fighting in Mogadishu continues today between an alliance of formerly bitterly opposed district warlords and Warlord Seef Khilafada's forces. Red Cross and other NGO's have begun to withdraw from the region, with most of their remaining personnel on the ground having successfully evacuated the beleaguered country by plane. In a surprising and heroic turn of events, the disparate Warlord alliance opposing Seef Khilafada's forces made a daring raid on the national airport, in an attack many are saying was inspired by that of Legion Premiere's forces in Jeddah early last year.

Ethiopia - Remnants of the Ethiopian government has sought asylum in Kenya, despite that nation's refusal to allow Ethiopian refugees across their border. Kenyan military forces have begun digging in heavily along the Sudanese and Ethiopian borders. In a last-ditch effort to hamper the efforts of Al janyar, the Ethiopian National Defense Force began to systematically destroy industrial complexes throughout the country, especially the remnants of the Derg Regime's military-industrial sector.

Sudan - A formal declaration of emergency has been declared in much of eastern Sudan, along the Eritrean and Ethiopian borders. A string of suicide bombings in the Sudanese city of Al Qadarif has left dozens dead and hundreds injured. Reports are unconfirmed, but it is believed that both the provincial director and General Bakri Saleh are among those killed in the bombings. If true, it would mean most of the senior leadership tasked to the defense of eastern Sudan were killed in one organized attack.

Not sure how we want to do this.

There are four of us.

Grand melee? Everyone against everyone.

Or do we want to set up a winner takes on the next one?

We can assume a winner or do something random for each match. Or even if all four are against each other.

“Within you is a great potential. A potential for good, perhaps. Or bad. I have seen both in my years. I feel it, though. You will become greater than even I. Will you use it for good or evil?”
- the words of Elise Sierra Ciare, spoken to Katya Alokhin

Titanus Pallas was the only son of the Pallas family who ruled alongside the other Channelers in the captial city of Olympias, a massive city with skylines piercing the clouds. Born at the end of the 5th Age, Pallas grew up in a world where channellers were at the height of their dominance and power. From Olympias they ruled the world. With the use of Gateways and Portal Stones, it was easy to keep the populace in check.

His childhood was unremarkable. Until the Power manifested itself, the children of the Gods learned the history of their ancestors and of the duty of governance they would one day assume. Pallas was particularly enthralled with the annals of history which recorded the feats of the Age of Heroes, and aspired to become a strong and just ruler. He was also keenly interested in the fragments of history that mentioned a time when a great darkness lay across the world. However, little history was preserved from that era and the true nature of the darkness had been forgotten.

Pallas did not spark naturally. At the age of 22, the Power echoed and was brought out by his parents. Under the tutelage of Megamedes, his father, Pallas spent half a century learning the mysteries of the One Power. He was a competent student but excelled at nothing in particular. In this period, he married the Lady Atharen at the age of 30. His studies suffered for it as he payed more attention to his family who he adored. Together the couple had seven children. Kratos, the eldest, Selene, Nike, Bia, Eos, Zelos and the youngest, Athene.

Two hundred and twenty years after their union, Atharen died giving birth to Athene.

The child was the last gift his wife gave to him, and Athene looked exactly like her mother. Thus, Pallas doted on his youngest daughter.

As he had no Talents or great affinity for any area in particular, he served as a minor official in Olympias for a century.

At the age of 172, his parents died in a dispute between a rival family, and Pallas was left to govern the estate. As the head of an influential family, Pallas was thrust into the middle of Olympias' political spectrum. He held one of the highest offices of the realm, serving as a Governor of Auriga, a province in the heartlands of the Pantheon, partly because of the power he now held as the head of his family and partly because of his tenure as an official in the capital.

The city of Capella, a city renown for the fierce storms that brewed in it's mountainous peaks, served as Pallas' home for the next 200 years. In this time, tensions began rising amongst the channelling rulers. A group of young men and women rose to prominence in the capital who began stirring the currents of political stability.

Pallas in his capacity avoided the early stages of the conflict, taking no interest in upstarts. It was in these years he started to change. Early in his 200 year reign of Auriga, he spent a great deal of time investigating the mysteries that intrigued him in his youth. He poured over the histories and learned much of the Fourth Age, and even pieces of the fabled Third Age, however, it was never enough.

However, it was enough to give him avenues to explore. Not a natural Dreamwalker himself, Pallas entered Tel'Aran'Rhoid physically and under the guidance of his daughter, Selene, attempted to seek further answers to the question of what the dark past that had been insinuated in the histories actually was.

The more time he spent in the World of Dreams, the more his demanour changed. This change took centuries to manifest. It was not until his 193rd year of governing Auriga that these changes became noticable to his family and friends. He had become harder and more cynical. Most notably, he was increasingly sure that a dark haze hung upon his heart.

At this point, he went even further. He sought out the Tower of Ghenjei. In this Age, few used the famous Tower, those who did rarely returned, and those that did said nothing except to warn others from following in their footsteps. Determined and prepared for the challenge - as he had discovered much of the workings of the Tower in his search - he entered.

Pallas was in the Tower for a month in total. Multiple times he was almost destroyed by the tricks of the Aelfinn and Eelfinn, but eventually he found his way to the Chamber of Bonds, where the Finns were forced to abide by the mysterious covenant that had been established with mankind. Here he asked three questions:

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1) Who am I?

2) What is the darkness in my heart?

3) How can I remove it?

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1) You are Pallas, son of Megamedes, heart of battle and the twisted blade. Betrayed and Traitor, he who brings war to the world.

2) An ancient oath, a shadow bound but ever waiting! We shall speak no more!

3) None can change what never happened to them. Time is an arrow, the way is forward. Beware the Three, a Great Storm brews!

Dunno if anyone pays attention but the Mythos blog has a new creature, there are several more plot blog posts...

And if you have facebook you REALLY should like the First age so you can see all that new stuff pop up!

Haha. Damien is a dick. Elias doesn't seem so bad now eh?

Been fun. Had no idea this would turn into such a thing.

So I was wondering what was the policy here on solo threads, meaning a post that you just do yourself. I'm pretty sure I've seen a few of them with a person going back and forth between their own alts, but I don't think I've seen anyone by themselves. I ask because I want to have Cain do a little practicing with the power. I could of course just have it happen off screen and mod it, but I'd like to have it posted somewhere so that I can reference it and go back to review what he should and shouldn't know.

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When she emerged at all, it was almost as though she were translucent. Her existence shrank to the blink of an eye. And how often she awoke here in tears! The dread followed, a thread that tied her to her other self, and in her flashes of cognisance she began to worry.

Something had shifted, and slowly the tendrils of it pushed into Nimeda's world. She tried to follow the insidiousness back to its source - to try and contact her Other for the first time in aeons.

It only seemed to make her snatches of consciousness more fleeting. Until finally Nimeda began to panic.

Who could help?

Her first thought was Little Bird, Little Bird. Jon Little Bird. He would help, she knew that deep in her ancient roots, with a warmth and familiarity that she could not explain. But she also knew - and remembered! What novelty! - that her other self feared him, and fear was the thorny problem. Nimeda could not take the risk of making things worse. They were separate, she and the Other, but intrinsic to each other.

There was the girl she sometimes watched. Mundane dreams, to be sure, but how fondly she lingered anyway. But the girl could not walk freely in Nimeda's world, and there was no guarantee that she would remember or take seriously a dream.

Who did that leave? This turning was still young, and so many of the familiar faces slept or wandered in ignorance.

How she longed for a father's guidance. A name on the tip of her tongue, then lost to darkness.

There had to be someone else.

The thoughts that formed this plan were fragmentary. Strewn out over long distances. Wound together so desperately. It was the yellow eyes of the wolves that sometimes watched her that finally stirred the idea.

Calvin. The wolfbrother. Hardly an acquaintance, really, but Nimeda knew where to find him.

More time passed while she searched for his dream. Each snatched second precious.

Until she found him.

Damien is using the OP to hide his identity. Marcus knows this and sees through this (I'm assuming I only skimmed the threads I missed this weekend)... Marcus mentions that Damien's presence would have been noted.

We've had the discussion already that OP threads weaves etc can't be seen by camera's and tech. So in theory would they see Manix as Manix when he was disguising himself? Same with Damien?

It's not a physical transformation but how far do we go into the fact that camera's can't see weaves...

A camera can see fireballs as it's a physical manifestation of power. How does the mask of mirrors and other such illusions translate to the camera?