Novus Militant
The Maiden of War
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Dies
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Novus 2nd In Command
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Novus Militant
The Noble Eagle
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Commander-in-Chief
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Post by Hilda Havoc-Masu on Mar 28, 2015 16:09:39 GMT
NOVUS
To create is to Destroy; to Destroy is to Create.
Alchemy. The greatest of sins all fall back to this one singular source; alchemy is the fall of man, the temptation that crushes humanity under its foot, sweeping all in its path to the side, destroying all that opposes it. Alchemy gives rise to monsters, chimerae and homunculi, mass murders and warmongers- alchemy is the root of all evil, and at the source of all problems. When was the last war fought without alchemy? Without alchemically crafted weapons? Would there have been wars for Philosopher's Stones without it? Would there have been genocides to use as human sacrifices without it? Would there have been any wars at all? Novus is an organization devoted utterly to the creation of a "new world," a world without alchemy. Seeing alchemists as the greatest of warmongers, having been in positions of power so many times before, they desire to eliminate the threat that leads to bloodshed; to kill alchemy is to kill war, and there are many ways Novus goes about doing this. Primarily, there are three sectors within Novus, each dealing in different fields. The Soldiers, directed by the Generals, are in charge of launching attacks and doing much of the heavy footwork for Novus, leading raids and other military strikes. The Agents, under the authority of the Operatives, are charged with the most delicate and covert of the field work operations, such as sabotage, reconnaissance, and any heists required. Meanwhile, the Media Team, led by the Ambassadors, is in charge of the public appearance of Novus as an active, productive, and highly respected political party and activist organization, as well as defaming alchemy at any given opportunity. These jobs, combined, make up the force of Novus; a political regime, carried out in shadows and in daylight, but never seen breaking character- no, Novus has not been ousted as having anything to do with any of even the most outlandish crimes it has committed. And that's exactly how they like it.
For a bit more insight on Novus, we really must begin with the coup d'etat in Drachma, year 2017. With RIOTE removed from power, the remaining forces of the infamous terrorist organization fled to the Great Desert, soon after, pledging fealty to Xing, in exchange for funding and a base of operations. Operating from out of the shadows, of course, Novus rose from the ashes of RIOTE, forming out of sight in Xing, and growing to the point that agents could be scattered around the globe, wherever needed. And thus, an antagonist the world once knew had become like one the world had never seen before. Dangerous. Discreet. Darkness shrouding their every step, allowing them to place tender fingers against your wildest fears, the fears of the unknown; dreadful. Novus. LEADERSNOX (Goddess of Night) : ---, The overall leader behind Novus, leading from the shadows. DIES (Goddess of Day) : Hilda Havoc-Masu, The figurehead of Novus, and recognized publicly to be the leader. The direct superior to Mors, Helios, and the Generals. MORS (God of Death) : Open, the first of Dies' lieutenants, and in charge of the actually killing of Alchemy; the direct superior to the Operatives. HELIOS (God of Sun) : Open, the second of Dies' lieutenants, and in charge of garnering media attention and publicity; the direct superior to the Ambassadors. GENERALSJUPITER (God of Sky) : Open, the commander of any airborne troops, such as fighter pilots, bombers, helicopters, or otherwise. MARS (God of War) : Open, the commander of infantry and armored units, such as tanks and the like. Leader of the Generals, aside from Dies. NEPTUNE (God of Sea) : Open, the commander of naval forces and supply ships. OPERATIVESCLIO (Goddess of History) : Open, in charge of gathering information from the past; uncovering scandals, digging up old dirt that could be used to assist Novus' goals. JANUS (God of Transitions) : Open, in charge of gathering information from the present; current events, maintaining spy networks and the like. Leader of the Operatives, aside from Mors. PORRIMA (Goddess of Future) : Open, in charge of the actual actions undertaken, using information gathered by Clio and Janus; sabotage, scheming, and other discreet methods of destruction are her domain. AMBASSADORSMINERVA (Goddess of Wisdom) : Open, in charge of presenting positive information about Novus, and recruiting. DISCORDIA (Goddess of Chaos) : Reserved, in charge of presenting negative information about Novus' enemies, and propaganda. VULCAN (God of Fire) : Open, in charge of diplomatic relations between countries, serving as leader of the Ambassadors, aside from Helios.
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Novus Militant
The Maiden of War
Character Class
Dies
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Novus 2nd In Command
Occupation
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Tag me @hemera
Novus Militant
The Noble Eagle
Ability Name
Legendary
Combat Training
Commander-in-Chief
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Chaotic Neutral
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Post by Hilda Havoc-Masu on Mar 25, 2015 23:04:33 GMT
ABILITIES & ARMS HILDA HAVOC-MASU'S
BIO-MODIFICATIONS
A Voice in the Wilderness Fights a Futile War
NAME:→ Eaglesight TYPE:→ Bio-Modification LEVEL:→ 1 METHOD:→ Cretan Bald Eagle VISUAL:BRIEFING:→ At the first Tier of her abilities, Hilda is gifted with the sight of an eagle; the bald eagle is a powerful bird of prey, capable of maintaining an impressive line of sight, due to its dual foveae, allowing it to look forwards and sideways at the same time. She is also capable of seeing through many illusionary forms of camouflage, as her eyes have a more extensive spectrum of visual light than most; as humans have three primary colors, eagles have five. And lastly, and perhaps most important, an eagle's eyesight vastly exceeds that of a human; Hilda can clearly and effortlessly identify a figure in nearly full detail from up to a mile away- at three miles, she has trouble distinguishing details, as a regular human would have trouble from a distance of say, five hundred feet. HILDA HAVOC-MASU'S
EQUIPMENT
Because the Strong are Deaf, More so than before...
NAME: Caelus Cuspis TYPE: Trident BRIEFING: A four foot long polearm, Hilda's trident is forged from titanium-alloyed steel, and is a pretty basic trident, to be honest; how fancy can you really get with a trident, let's keep it real. It's red, and the points are very sharp, for stabbing things and sometimes stabbing them in half. NAME: Infletus Affligo TYPE: Glock 17 Pistol BRIEFING: "Designed for professionals, the GLOCK 17, in 9x19, is the most widely used law enforcement pistol worldwide. Because of its unsurpassed reliability, above-average magazine capacity of 17 rounds in the standard magazine, and its low weight, it is trusted by law enforcement officers around the globe." This is basically what Infletus Affligo is, and it's her last resort; if she can't stab it, she can shoot it. NAME: Alekto TYPE: 1965 Jaguar XJ12 BRIEFING: Alekto is one of Hilda's most prized possessions, and a true testament to her enjoyment of the old times; a well-preserved Jag, she likes to ride around in style, with tinted shades and a cool black paint job, anachronistically standing out amongst the more modern vehicles on the roads. Despite it's age, it doesn't have more than 90,000 miles on it, and aside from a sometimes difficult steering wheel and the passenger window's controls not working, it is in great shape; a carriage fit for royalty. TEMPLATE MADE BY ERIS FOR MDA USE ONLY
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Novus Militant
The Maiden of War
Character Class
Dies
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Novus 2nd In Command
Occupation
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Offline
EST
Tag me @hemera
Novus Militant
The Noble Eagle
Ability Name
Legendary
Combat Training
Commander-in-Chief
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Chaotic Neutral
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Post by Hilda Havoc-Masu on Mar 23, 2015 5:02:18 GMT
CHIMERA/NOVUS
HILDA HAVOC-MASU
The Divine Conspiracy. Opens up the reality. Time is not the entity. Like it claims. to be.
FULL NAME: → Hilda Evelyn Schwartz von Havoc-Masu
AGE: → 17
RACE: → Gen. 6 Chimera → Cretan Bald Eagle
SEX: → Female
BIRTH PLACE: → Burya, Drachma
NATIONALITY: → 1/2 Amestrian, 1/2 Ishvallan
DATE OF BIRTH: → July 29, 2022
HEIGHT:→ 5'5" WEIGHT:→ 136 lb PICTURE:DESCRIPTION:→ Fragile. The word that comes to mind when first meeting Hilda von Havoc-Masu is fragile; pale skin and white hair give her the appearance of a porcelain doll, so delicate, yet this couldn't be further from the truth; upon closer inspection, Hilda's build is slender, just a tad underdeveloped, but athletic. But of course, this is seldom easy to see, given her propensity for wearing elaborate, very princess-like, dresses and gowns; frills, ruffles, and bows as far as the eye can see. She rather much enjoys her fashion, indeed, though they certainly do little to dispel the image of her as a doll-like figure. Nor does her voice for that matter, child-like and sweet, no matter what she says. Indeed, she exudes innocence and fragility even in her step; a graceful and dainty stride, each foot placed precisely along the ground, calculated and measured; but underneath, one can also sense a sort of boldness; despite her appearance, Hilda is, of course, at heart, deceptively strong in both physical condition, and in her indomitable will.- a will that can be felt in the piercing gaze of her ruby red eyes, all attention diverted to them. But even they can seem deceiving; framed by a rich gray hair, even eyes with such intensity are softened, and the facade is not broken; fragile. Yes, fragile indeed... PERSONALITY: → To be a child born into an ideal, an ideal she'd grown up with her entire life; this is who Hilda is. Hilda and Novus are one, their views, the same. So to examine Hilda's thoughts, one must first delve into the ideas behind Novus, as a group. Novus is a band of extremists whose sole goal is to end all alchemy in the world, for it causes nothing but trouble. They believe in the use of any means necessary to achieve that goal as well, and that is a strong aspect of Hilda's own personality.
As well, she bears no true sway towards good, nor evil; right and wrong are abstract concepts to her, concepts that she was never taught, as her entire life, she's only known the goals of her organization, and the means to which they may be achieved. However, she isn't just ignorant of everything going on around her; she knows that sometimes one must do unspeakable things for the sake of the greater good, and she believes thoroughly that it is her inability to recognize what is morally acceptable or not that enables her to defend her principles with such vigor and full force.
But she doesn't just live to do what Novus needs done; she is her own person as well, after all, and she has her own personality. Hilda is particularly known for her charm and natural charisma when communicating with others, and the fiery passion she has for whatsoever she chooses to go on about at length. And boy dos he do that a lot; he is highly opinionated, and definitely not averse to letting others know what she thinks. A revolutionist, her ideas are novel, dreams, big, and her bright confidence is a glittering spark of flame that seems to verge on igniting the entire world ablaze; she is as living in a dream.
And this depicts well her views on material matters, as well; as lofty her ambitions, equally lofty, her enjoyment of the finer things in life. Loving things of elegance and class, she finds herself often in the past; she is a fan of archaic fashion, rustic architecture, old cars, and pores over historical texts in whatever spare time she has.
LOVE: → Her mother, father, and grandfather → The goals of Novus → History → Melee Combat → Dressing Up → Juice of any Sort → Cretan Accents → Tambourines → Her swank car
HATE: → Bright Lights → Publicity → Carbonated Drinks → Alchemy → Corruption → Getting Wet → Chewing Sounds
ALIGNMENT: → CN
STRENGTHS: → Physically fit; agile and quick, as well as fairly strong for her age and size. → Extremely proficient with any polearm, but particularly with her tridents. → Fantastic strategist; easily adjusts her plans mid-battle, to capitalize on any new information. → Flawless eyesight at up to three quarters of a mile. → Charismatic, and quite an actress, when need be. → Naturally authoritative; strong team leader. → Puts her cause first and foremost; unwaveringly guided by her principles.
WEAKNESSES: → Naive; as easily manipulated as she can manipulate others. → Not very good with feelings. People, she can handle, but she avoids attachment. → A slightly skewed moral compass; her views on right or wrong are related to Novus' cause. → Bright lights temporarily blind her, and she can't focus well in wet conditions, like rain. → Rash, quicker to act than to think. → Plans for the short-term, but not the long-term. → While strong enough to allow her to perform well in combat situations, offensively, her bones are slightly hollowed out, and thus, break more easily; two or three strong enough hits should easily incapacitate her. → Due to the nature of her birth, she sometimes suffers aches and pains from strenuous activity, and lacks the stamina for prolonged combat; further, she will very likely not live past 35, 40 at best.
HISTORY:
→ Birth. To come into this world, the sum of the parts of one's joint creators, the additive total of each side of your chromosomal foundation, the very combinatorial slurry of genetics and DNA that lends itself to our very entry into this world, a thoroughly grandiose and spectacular entrance indeed.
Birth. The horrible Shelley-esque massacre of one's humanity, replacing that which was once man with nothing but monstrosity and hideous, repulsive, ungodly mangled flesh, the terrible destruction of all that is sacred, the travesty of sundering the bounds of that which makes us distinct from the beasts and the savages, that which holds us firmly apart from the very heart of the darkness that threatens with ultimate finality to envelop us, to cover us, to shroud us in its pestilential embrace, to smother out the flame of human life as we know it.
Birth. The revolutionary rise of a phoenix from the ashes of humanity asunder, the soaring of a lone eagle over the vast unknown, over the lands of the savages, over the river between man and beast, over the civilized world of humans and law and order, the creation of something beautiful, something mystical, something magical, something that death itself dare not tarnish with unworthy hand, the genesis of an idea, a novel and new idea, the beginning of the beginning of all things past, present, and future, the tender and wary first stroke of the brush on the first painting of the world's first painter of canvas, a well and true novelty, something new... The Tiberians might have used the word "Novus." And I, Nylia Havoc-Masu, better known as Nyx, would wholeheartedly agree with their elegant diction.
Birth. It is something I know better than anybody, and it is the beginning of the most important story ever told... The birth of the future of all mankind.
The birth of Hilda Evelyn Schwartz von Havoc-Masu.
I need to emphasize the circumstances of this birth, so as to put everything into perspective.
The year was 2017 when the traitorous Red Ribbon Rebellion and those backstabbing legions of a man who'd previously offered an alliance, Wolfgang Murinyo, stormed the Kremlin. I was young and foolish then; I couldn't see the storms on the horizon, and my father was too weary and weak at the time to predict the omens of things to come, either. Helpless to fate, I was forced to defend the throne room with poor, sweet, Kit- the vile beast of a man who so fiercely attacked him very nearly killed me as well, breaking my bow arm and leaving a nasty scar on my right shoulder to this day. In the end, countless scores of our loyal men were slain, and I was lucky to escape with my father, very much alive.
We had fallen, but it was not the end- not so long as my mind remained intact, we would not be defeated. At hardly twenty years of age, I had to handle myself of the few survivors of that gruesome assault; whereas I could once turn to my father to be my rock, to lean on his words and insight, now I had to be the very same rock for he and all the others. We flew by helicopter to the Great Desert, and it was there that we began to plan for our regrouping; Drachma was no longer ours. We were forced to take refuge in the only place that would welcome us; caves of isolation, empty caves.
A year or two later, we were gone from the public eye, and I was able to make several trips into Amestris, in disguise. I found Sal, and I was happy, for a while. But I knew I couldn't abandon the principles and ideals of RIOTE; a world at peace was far more valuable than one person's happiness. And I knew that to achieve that goal, sacrifices were to be made. I did something I never wanted to have to do; by my own hand, I made the decision to damn my own child to a live like my own, the tattered humanity of being an alchemical creation, a chimera.
I could do nothing by my self; I was too well-known, it would be too risky. And I was not strong enough. It pains me to say it, but what was necessary for world peace was the continuation of Charles Gregory's work, his Perfect Angel. But I could not normally give birth, as a chimera, myself...
But I was not merely a chimera; I was a Bearer, and with alchemy on my side, I took it upon myself to do what needed to be done; I hired an alkahestrist, one who could assist the purification of the necessary samples of reproductive cells to be used; working in tandem with him, the animal genes were removed, leaving only human DNA; reproduction was made possible, although highly risky.
And, unfortunately, the risk was only further increased; fertilized in vitro, the egg was then infused with the DNA of a Cretan bald eagle- the very same DNA removed during the fertilization process. This was to ensure that the child would be of the same species as myself, but due to the nature of the creation, a far superior version; a Generation 6 chimera.
And so, nine months later,in 2022, I narrowly pulled through, setting everything into motion. A sweet little girl, with tufts of curly gray-ish white hair was born, red eyed, just like her father. Eyes that would see the change in the world, eyes that would guide her hands to reach out and touch infinity, eyes that would direct her feet down the path of righteousness, eyes that would see the world change in her very wake- that would see the change in not only the world, the universe. Would change everything...
Hilda... Her name would be Hilda. In memory of the closest woman I ever had to a mother, myself. Hilda. Yes, a lovely name. Hild would have been proud.
Novus. With the birth of Hilda, the birth of Novus arose; lit anew by the flames of idealism, and myself able to do much more now, I gathered a few men. I called in a few favors in Xing, men who were around in Ace's day and age. Ahh, Ace... I was so young then... Had it been so long since he'd died? Fortunately, there were still men who had known him, and with some convincing, I garnered a meeting with the current emperor, Qin. We spoke for a while, and negotiated for quite some time. We worked out a deal. Novus had a place in Xing, where nobody would ever found us. Things were going according to plan.
Settling down, I continued gathering loyal and good followers. It was about this time that I came upon an epiphany of sorts; RIOTE had fallen because its goals were too broad, too big. Atlas could bear the weight of the world on his shoulders, of course, but we were not Atlas; we had called ourselves by the names of Gods, of Titans, of Xerxian mythos, but we were mere mortals, no more and no less, no matter how we proclaimed to the world that we were different.
But a recurring pattern struck me as odd, and I took a lot of time to think about such things. Eventually, it was all very clear to me; alchemy. Alchemy was the original sin, the pride of man's belief that he can alter his surroundings at will, with no harm done to himself. It was the reason chimerae existed, many suffering, and it was the reason that blood was spilled so profusely. Alchemy was the scourge of the Earth, and so it became my enemy. I sought to destroy it.
Thus, Novus was devoted to this cause, a worthy cause indeed, and with new and improved methods, it was a cause that could very well see fruition, but I knew that it would not win the war in my day; the battle, yes, many battles, even, but while fruit would be bared, the sweetest would come long after I was dead and gone.
This was Hilda's ultimate purpose; to be raised, as I had been by my father, to one day continue my works, the works of two generations, carrying them on into a third, and perhaps more; a legacy would be left, and it was hers to graciously accept, when the time came. For now, she was to be taught and cherished. She was my shining beacon of light, in dark times, and there would be many of those.
Yes, there would be many...
TRIVIA: → Favorite food is grilled trout with lemon. Hates chewy foods. → Owns a collection of over 750 historical documents and texts, including a scientist's journal, dated to 1109, and two original manuscripts of the Drachman constitution, purchased at an auction for quite a hefty sum. → A jazz enthusiast, and a big fan of the swing era; particularly enjoys dark ballads. → "When the world is saved," she wishes to become a museum curator, putting on display all sorts of treasures she'd found excavating the rubble of the old RIOTE HQs, and her collection of documents. → She's fully aware of her mother's use of her as a weapon against alchemy, and she agrees; the old-fashioned spiel about how she's been lied to all her life, and how she doesn't have to be this way? Would be wasted on her, while she brutally murdered the speaker. → Favorite juice is mango-cranberry.
LANGUAGES: → Amestrian (West City Dialect) (e63219), Drachman (e67b19), Cretan (e6c519), Ishvallan (8ce619), and Xingese (19b5e6).
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