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Ezria put a pitcher of steaming water on the nightstand. Retrieving a metal tea infuser, she placed a healthy amount of leaves into the ball before she closed it an dropped it into the pitcher and placed the lid back on it. It would take time before it was ready, but no matter because she had her own preparations to make before starting her task.Going over to her antique book self she traced her fingers across the leather spines of the books till she reached a set of books that were larger then the rest. Not only were they larger, but they were boring as far as spine design goes. Most of her books had the crisp creasing of a book that had read read many times over, but these books had very little wear on them. Another key was the spiral designs were also absent from them. Only garnish on them were the names, "History and Evolution of Minor Fungus Vol.1" and there was 5 volumes of it. She tugged on the 3rd volume and pulled the oversize tome out. A evil grin came across her face as she opened it. Inside the tome was a hollowed out section filled with a smaller and more expensive looking book.

Once she had her writing supplies and tea ready she opened the book slowly as the binding creaked. Such an amazing sound of a book's spine opening after weeks of laying dormant. Flipping through the pages till she came across a section titled Ying-Xin Zhan. Pages of random notes and scribbles most dated from the time she heard of Ying in the academy. Coming up to the first blank page she started to write.

1880 January 15, yearly review of Ying-Xin Zhan. Officer Ying-Xin Zhan is 22 years of age today.
I have made little effort in the way of learning more about Officer Ying outside of observations. I continue to see it more as a sign of respect than that of worthlessness. He has shown to be reserved and rather disconnected when I have seen him. He seems to act less on emotion and more on thought, which is more than I can say for most of the officers and enlisted of this army.

The year has proven to have very interesting findings based on what the other soldiers have talked about. In a casual conversation when I allow myself company of anyone Officer Corinne commented that she would like to know more about the Xingese fellow, but she commented that he was rather drowsy of a person. This was not the first time I had heard such accusations though I have not seen it myself.

In another conversation with Officer Atticus he mentioned Ying did not sleep at all. Both have seen to be trustworthy and not sleeping would attribute to his drowsy aura Corinne sees in him. Maybe his emotionless state is a side effect of sleeplessness than control?

Listening in on conversations while trying to assimilate into social structure of the group has lead to a few hearsay theories.
One person described him as very confused and someone that bites. I infer they mean bite as he has a temper. This is possible given his lack of sleep and lack of emotion I have seen. Could be a boiling pot waiting to over flow.

Last one worth noting for future reference is people concerned for his health. Heard a few of the enlisted taking about the fear of Officer Ying's heath and wondering if he was going to be discharged.

A lot seems to be situated around his sleeping habits and emotional health. Where my findings to not conclude that he would be a liability in a fight, but I am concerned over the rumors surrounding him. Further study will be needed. 
End yearly review of Ying-Xin Zhan, leaving open for supplement findings for the coming year.

Ezria finished her tea while the ink dried. Feeling a little disappointed her review wasn't as long as others, but still better than she had. Closing the book she placed it back into the false tome and slid it back into the shelf.

"Till we meet again Ying, I will solve your mystery, if it takes another year." She said and laid back down on her bed and looked to the ceiling.
Birthday Bash Ying!

Ying-Xin Zhan Belongs to :iconarztea:

I wanted to do something that was different from the regular bash. Ezria is not very social to people she doesn't know so made things hard to write a story you have no real stories with. But a great thank you that posted in my survey and gave me information to fill in Ezria secret book.
I hope that it was fun to read and see what some of the rumors were floating around about our dear Ying and I will continue to fill up the months the coming weeks <3
A--letheia Survey for Ezria the Spy.
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The ashen sky ripped apart as black and grey "V" shaped fighters broke through the grey murky clouds to see the burning landscape that was once a hilly paradise for the researchers here. Thirteen fighters started to swoop down towards the battle stricken lands.

The forward fighters' pilot flipped a switch opening up communications of the chosen frequency for this engagement.

"Nice and easy boys." The smooth voice of the commander blared in the ear pieces of all the pilots. "Three, five, ten, and eleven, play mid guard sweep up. If it moves its not ours. Rest of you form up horizontal play. Make it rain and show these Torvas how inhospitable the weather is around here." Then flipping down the comms switch and started to key in the unlock codes for the forward Gatling Gun. The cock pit was cramped but had everything a pilot could want. Full digital and analog readouts on all ship functions to the best of their ability. Most of the weapon systems were not dependent on targeting computers besides a few smart missiles making the V-24 one of the most versatile craft in the Dragonian army. It ran four crystal powered thruster over the dual set up with the V-23. The extra distribution gave it not only more play against other fighters of similar size, but single or even double engine loss was not a death sentence anymore.

Punching in the status display of his wings, he watched the diamond shaped indicators for five V-24's he sent to watch the mid ranged area of engagement. Soon they were accompanied by what seemed to be up to fifteen triangle blips that indicated the V-23 squadron was running forward interference for the carrier. One odd shaped appeared behind his team and was closing at an alarming rate. The system registered it as pentagon shaped and had the call sign "Meat Packer". That belonged to 0551 or Meat Packer for lack of a more creative name. He was a early class model AI that was stolen from Windrazor Enterprises 20 years ago when the CEO and founder of the company won the bid to mechanize an army for Freedom Port in hopes of dealing with the growing threat of Meta class Terrains. This model was being reprogrammed to assassinate anyone the highest bidder asked for, however complications in the transfer and the incompetence of the data worker and security of the A.I. lead to a semi-mass murdering Bot. The 6th military Division took him in as a test for recreating the glitch that lead to his unique personality matrix, but sadly it was never uncovered and Meat Packer was placed on the Unlucky 13's unit for when the situation was deemed no survivors. Over time he grew a fondness for the Unlucky's or at least felt a lesser need to kill them over others and stayed on as a permanent member.

The comm buzzed before the channel was opened by the emergency beacon.

"Lt.Hart." A male impersonated mechanical voice said rather excitedly.

"Packer we have talked about this. You cannot break protocol and use the beacon when ever..." he was cut off.

"But this is an emergency Lt. If I do not get permission my chances of ending the life of the giant invaders becomes limited."

Hart sighed as he looked at his monitor. They were less than 2 clicks from their target. He reluctantly replied. "0551 orders are to stop the Torvas force by any means necessary. That means lethal force." he said noticing they were now 1 click out.

"Then, I am allowed to "Weapons Free" as you like to say?" He questioned.

There was very little time left. They had less than a few seconds before the engagement for optimal weapons fire was high and the ground units would be caught off guard. Missing this opportunity might lead to the units currently dealing with the ship to ship battle overhead to bunker down and create a more dangerous situation. No one wanted to go hand to hand with a Torvas.

"yes 0551 let them be free!" he snapped switching over to the regular comms and flipped the switch. "Alright 13's, lets share the love." And with that he disengaged the ground safety protocols and began to shower the ground with projectiles from the forward guns.
The hot metal started to tear apart the once beautiful structure of the research facility which now looked like twisted metal of melted slag. The large forms of the Torvas started to flee as one by one they were torn to pieces by the assault. Yet still after the threat passed they continued to stand their ground and fire wildly back at the fighters.

The radio hissed, "Where are they getting these weapons from?" Voice of twelve asked. 

Twelve was young and inexperienced outside of routine missions. Torvas were rare and even more so this close to civilization. Surely the large bulk creatures screaming half naked with the blood of innocent slathered on their bodies.

"Their ship or the armory at the research facility." The cool voice of four came in. "Don't let their brutish looks fool you. There is still some intelligence in a few of those beast." She added.
The fighters were pulling back for a second strafing run before regrouping and assessing if the situation needed bunker busters or not.
"I mean, do they produce their own weapons?" eleven asked again.
"Must I work with such beings that do not know proper military history?" 0551 mechanical voice chastised them.
"Quiet 5's. Look kid the Xiwanu handle most weapons creations these days. When the club went out of style the Torvas lost their main export. Their weapons are usually from raiding. Cheaper to acquire and fighting is something they are really good at." Hart said ending the conversation before he banked the craft to the left and turned around for the next assault. Looking up he saw the ghostly monstrosity that was the Torvas raiding vessel. The sheer presence of it would scare most people that didn't know how it was held together. Gutted hulks of ships were welded together. The front of the ship wasn't even a part of any hover craft or aero ship. It simply was front of a water hulk craft that was pieced together with what appeared to be a 100 year old bulk freighter. The odds and ends of out of place patchwork and hanging parts almost masked that identification.
"Hart respond." A deep and gravely voice was echoing in his ear. Had he zoned out to the point he lost track of time? No, it had only been a few seconds but those seconds on a battlefield meant a great deal. "Hart here." he replied.
XenoEffect - Redux - Sampler
I have been branching out and removing the story focus on only one group of people. It seemed to cliche and over done. With this new format I want to be able to jump around the world and show everything going on. There will still be my main group, but it will be less follow their personal lives versus a lot of them and a good portion of everyone else.
Ezria finished changing out of the wet clothes and drying off the best she could. Now she couldn't wait to petition for a fireplace that didn't require her to mingle with the rabble. Well if anything the discomfort was good enough to add to social interactions with these people. Popping her arms and fingers she picked up her leather bound journal labeled "Social Abnormalities". Picking up the quill she dipped it in the black ink and started to write.

No matter where I seem to be stationed or travel to, the social effect that frozen ice crystals has on the general populace, including the military populace seems to be quite linear. Suffice to say, I was caught in another one of these spectacles and in front of superior officers no less. I have no one else to blame in this matter. The subject Lukas was engaging in projectile training with others...

She looked up from her book feeling a little embarrassed that she hadn't taken the time to learn anyone's name outside of her current study. No matter I suppose, eventually all will be tested.

"others for whom bare no unique name as of the moment. It is something I have seen young children play in my travels, but dealing with military types I was hoping it was an exercise in combat. Sadly I learned quickly that hopes of a mature and productive use of their time was quickly dashed as I was also impacted with a well pack clump of nearly solid ice. To say that I let my inner feelings get the better of me would be an understatement and I foolishly engaged in child like behavior. It wasn't that the game itself brought pleasure chemical reactions in my brain, but more that, reaping pain on the lesser people of this establishment brought upon the joy. My hit to dodge ratio was quite higher until the entrance of another player whom I have designated "Worthy Rival". Her arrival increased my wanting to be perfect in my attacks. Clearly I had to show that I was the better of us. She must learn that I am the better. But outside my own vendetta, I learned that "WR" must have a past with the one called Lukas. Clearly there is some malice and affection there. The fighting hit its climax with the opposing forces right wall collapsing, not before I was struck in the face with a projectile. The venture ended with everyone leaving as the higher ups broke up the childish game and I wanted not to get brought into reprimand for acting under my station. If anything came from this I must continue to research the social impact of snow, and I found three other very attractive specimens I wish to research later."

She looked up and pursed her lips before letting a devilish grin. "Tis then season, and I do enjoy getting my jollies." She laughed before setting the pin down and blowing on the pages so the ink would dry. She then placed the book down and rubbed the impact site of the snowball on her head. "Next time I am going to put metal balls in the ice... see how my aim will be." she promised.
Holiday: Journal of Snow
So a little different take, I couldn't find the RP so I thought, why not see how Ezria sees other people and how she looks at these new social situations. Plus there is always fun guessing who she finds interesting and a Worthy Rival, keep any if there are any Ezria fans guessing whom is whom ;)

Lukas :icontaminki:
  1. Snow Battle!
    1. Colonel Hart sees the recent snowfall as the excellent opportunity to practice your reflexes! Major Ainsworth was kind enough to create two icy bunkers. Which side do you pick? 
    2. Draw or write about your character participating in (or fleeing from!) a massive snowballfight!
    3. Reward: A Christmas Hat (Functions in the same way the bright pink bandana does!)


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Stolen from :iconthriaemis: and :icontaminki:

So sorry!!! But this one is for Ezria!

Ezria Staden by cadefoster

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  1. What they smell like:
  2. How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):
  3. What music they enjoy:
  4. How much time they spend getting ready every morning:
  5. Their favorite thing to collect:
  6. Left or right-handed:
  7. Religion (if any):
  8. Favorite sport:
  9. Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):
  10. Favorite kind of weather:
  11. A weird/obscure fear they have:
  12. The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail
  13. What does their bedroom look like?
  14. Do they have any daily rituals?
  15. Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?
  16. What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?
  17. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)
  18. Eating habits and sample daily menu
  19. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time
  20. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging
  21. Makeup?
  22. Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?
  23. Intellectual pursuits?
  24. Favorite book genre?
  25. Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?
  26. Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)
  27. Biggest and smallest short term goal?
  28. Biggest and smallest long term goal?
  29. Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress
  30. Favorite beverage?
  31. What do they think about before falling asleep at night?
  32. Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?
  33. Turn-ons? Turn-offs?
  34. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?
  35. How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?
  36. Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?
  37. How do they see themselves 5 years from today?
  38. Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?
  39. What is their biggest regret?
  40. Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?
  41. Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)
  42. Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)
  43. Most prized possession?
  44. Thoughts on material possessions in general?
  45. Concept of home and family?
  46. Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)
  47. What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?
  48. What makes them feel guilty?
  49. Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?
  50. Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?
  51. What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?
  52. Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?
  53. How misanthropic are they?
  54. Hobbies?
  55. How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?
  56. Religion?
  57. Superstitions or views on the occult?
  58. Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?
  59. If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?
  60. How do they express love?
  61. If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?
  62. Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

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A--letheia Survey for Ezria the Spy. 

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Tue Mar 17, 2015, 1:28 AM
Snugs back
Sat Oct 4, 2014, 12:22 AM
Wed Aug 27, 2014, 5:11 AM
Hey Soul!
Thu Aug 21, 2014, 2:42 PM
Tue Aug 19, 2014, 12:00 AM
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Tue Apr 1, 2014, 10:27 AM
u^u Wet trainer <3
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Was wondering if you would like to read a new story?
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Sorry it took so long, but I finally finished your commission, 
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