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Clicking on names will link you to full character profiles
CHIEF: The Ruler of each fraction. They make the important decisions for their fraction. They demand the upmost respect and obedience from their fraction. [One for each fraction besides High-Rock]
The High-Rock Fraction: Rayoto - M (http://www.feral-heart.com/index.php?option=com_jfusion&Itemid=2&jfile=index.php&topic=30128.msg398070#msg398070) Other leader MUST be a Cheetah
The Ember Pond Fraction: Wreq - M (http://www.feral-heart.com/index.php?option=com_jfusion&Itemid=2&jfile=index.php&topic=30128.msg399062#msg399062)
The Dim Sands Fraction:
GENERAL: The second in command. If the Chief is not present they make decisions in his place. [One for each fraction]
The High-Rock Fraction:
The Ember Pond Fraction:
The Dim Sands Fraction: Rokuso - M (http://www.feral-heart.com/index.php?option=com_jfusion&Itemid=2&jfile=index.php&topic=30128.msg398070#msg398070)
MEDIC: In charge of keeping their fraction healthy. They know what plants can be used as remedies and how to heal most afflictions. [One for each fraction + one trainee.]
The High-Rock Fraction:
The Ember Pond Fraction: Saved fur .-.Voltaire.-.
The Dim Sands Fraction:
SHAMAN: The Shaman exists outside of fraction lines. He lives in the tree of souls and is wise beyond his years. He reads the moon and interprets the will of the ancestors for each fraction. [Only one total + his trainee]
Dikota - M (http://www.feral-heart.com/index.php?option=com_jfusion&Itemid=2&jfile=index.php&topic=30128.msg399260#msg399260)
TRAINEES: Once young ones reach 6 months of age they start training to become useful member of their fraction. [Unlimited for each fraction apart from the Ember Pond Fraction]
The High-Rock Fraction:
The Ember Pond Fraction: [Maximum of 5]
The Dim Sands Fraction:
UNRANKED MEMBERS: The unranked members or each fraction are in charge of hunting, fighting and guarding their fractions camp. [Unlimited for each fraction apart from the Ember Pond Fraction]
The High-Rock Fraction:
The Ember Pond Fraction: [Maximum of 5]Inerria - F (http://www.feral-heart.com/index.php?option=com_jfusion&Itemid=2&jfile=index.php&topic=30128.msg399436#msg399436)
The Dim Sands Fraction: Hokarty - M (http://www.feral-heart.com/index.php?option=com_jfusion&Itemid=2&jfile=index.php&topic=30128.msg398725#msg398725)
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I shall save this page and put up my things in a moment then. Thanks again for doing this and the maps and stuff. I'm absolutely horrid at formatting -.-
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Seriously considering joining this one but I can't pick a side XD. I may end up with a character in each of the 3 major groups. Also, do all creatures speak the same language or do they speak "Common" when conversing with other species but speak "Lion", "Cheetah", etc. to others of their kind?
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It's funny that you should mention that ButtonsLady. I haven't yet translated all of my original thread into English yet but all the creatures have their own language but speak "common". I'm translating the rest of the group information, just did a little snippet last night since I was tired and it was taking longer than expected but it should all be up shortly.
I hear you though about not being able to pick a side. In my Swedish version I have a character in each fraction because they all have their separate strengths and weaknesses and it was so hard to choose for even me.
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This sounds really interesting. Now I must just decide which fraction ... Or just choose two. xD I'll probably join, after I get some good inspiration. <3
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Hokarty
Fraction: Dim Sands
Rank: Unranked
Species: Wolf
Gender: Male
Name: Hokarty
Family Lineage: A distant relative of the former Dim World leader, Hokarty's great grandfather (or was it great great grandfather? He can't recall...) was the half brother of the "rightful" heir. He had 3 siblings, two were male who snuck out one night to explore outside camp and were lost in a sandstorm at a very young age. His female littermate was ill and did not survive the trip to the hyena campsite. His mother, a swift wolf named Asha, carried the royal blood. She bore only the one litter and was lost when trying to recover her missing pups in the sandstorm. His father, a large foul tempered brute named Moriro, opted to leave the fraction after his mate's passing. He was last seen skirting the edges of the Wastelands in poor health (this was some time ago, he is considered dead)
Personality: Hokarty has been hardened by his trials and is generally a grump. He has a softer side but rarely shows it. He prefers solitude but will be seen speaking to others when it suits him or is required of him. He is fiercely loyal to his fraction, less-so to the hyenas. He has some very basic medical knowledge that he picked up from lurking around the medic's den as a teen. He is a mid-aged adult with no mate or pups.
Rp Sample:
A young Hokarty sat patiently waiting for the medic to finish evaluating his sister. She had become short of breath during the trip. Her pawpads were hot and her nose was dry from fever. He watched the older wolf force feed his sibling some sort of seed to help her sleep. "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do for her now. Let her rest." Hokarty's jaw tightened and his hackles rose, "Nothing you can do?" he spat, "Give her more herbs! They were helping earlier! She said so!" He didn't realize he had rose to his paws and had taken several steps in anger towards the healer. If it fazed the old medic, he didn't show it, flatly stating "She lied to you. She is far worse than she was yesterday and is getting worse even now." As if on cue, his sister began a coughing fit. Once it passed, she started gasping between bursts of heavy panting. Her brother stared at her in dismay. She was all he had left... "I'll come around in the morning. I may have something to ease the passing..." Before Hokarty could ask what he meant, the medic had left.
Hokarty lay with his sister on the outskirts of the group. As the seeds kicked in, her breathing slowed and she slept somewhat uninterrupted. The occasional coughing fit or gasping breath would stir her slightly. He, however, slept horribly. Every delayed breath or gasp of air jolted him awake. He passed out from exhaustion not long before the sun began to lighten the sky. His dreams were haunted by his snappish father, a disappointed scowl on his face, and his sleek-furred mother who looked full of sorrow and shame. He felt a paw prod his side and he grumbled to himself before forcing his eyes open slightly. The medic stood over him and mumbled something about being gone before loping away. It took Hokarty a moment to get his eyes to focus, but he quickly understood. His sister lay motionless next to him. Her body only warm where he had been pressed against her. He pushed his nose into her neck fur "Forgive me, my sister, for I have failed you. When you fell, I pulled you up and forced you on. I ignored the signs of weakness and illness in you and drove you forward when I should have made you rest. I always pushed you harder than I should, and for that, I am sorry. I hope you find peace..."
I have another character to add here but it will have to wait until tomorrow.
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ButtonsLady your RP sample about made me cry D:
Accepted of course. Linked Hokarty's profile on the front page.
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Fraction: Ember Pond
Rank: Chief
Species: Liger
Gender: Male
Name: Wreq
Family Lineage: Son of the last Chief, no mate and no cubs, no siblings
Personality: Wreq isen't very serious, he enjoys relaxing and activities such as grinding herbs. He is rather annoyed by battles but will roll his eyes and leap into the thick of it to get it over with faster. When he had to go to Cub School, he was rather clownish and got in trouble often. In battle-classes it took him monthes to get even a relativly simple move correct. He much prefers anything he can sit and concentrate on and doesen't require much energy. He tires quickly and can't run very fast or far.
Rp Sample: Wreq padded over to one of the dens, grabbing some herbs in his jaws before continueing to a sun dappled patch near the back of the camp. he dropped them on a smooth rock covered with powdered leaves before grabbing a smooth stone from nearby. He enjoyed the feel of the stone in hs jaws; Wreq often used the stone and his teeth had worn down a bit from grinding so often. The liger touches the stone in his teeth to the leaves and started rubbing the leaves into dust. He was a good friend of the medic because he helped so much. Wreq wished he wasen't born the son of the chief, he wanted to be a medic. He yawned, dropping the stone next to the larger one before continueing grinding the herbs.
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Faction: N/A
Rank: Shaman
Species: Liger
Gender: Male
Name: Dikota
Family Lineage: Born initially into the Ember Pond Faction, Dikota was one of four cubs born to the tigress Matat, their sire being a past leader of the faction. Though his frailty and startling, supernatural pelt nearly led to him being abandoned to the vicious wasteland, a hag of a tigress took him in, raising him in the darkness of her den. He was kept and reared in secret, lest he be slain upon sight for his strange appearance.
Personality: Dikota was estranged as a cub, raised alone and in darkness, shrouded in secrecy. He is a beast of few, and cryptic words. The old queen that raised him was far from her right mind, though she taught him well in the ways of the tigers, learning the uses of the various herbs and plants of the land, be they for intents both innocent and malicious. Before the anniversary of his second year, he was taken to the Tree of Souls, where the Shaman of the time, a strangely wise and oddly colored boar took him in, and taught him the art of reading the moon, stars, how to listen to the winds and heavens themselves to bring counsel to the beasts that sought it from them.
As he is often left to his lonesome now that his tutor has long since passed, Dikota spends most of his time tending to the tree itself and observing the great fire that burns within it, gazing into the flames for what seems like ages at a time. Some may even think that he sees the expanse of time through the blaze, unable to decipher the cryptic words he murmurs as he watches the fires dance.
Rp Sample: Dikota sat perched in his arboreal home, his head turned skyward as sapphire eyes watched the gentle twinkling of the stars.While the world around him sat in the deep silence of night, the liger could hear a symphony of voices. Some were soft, sweet, while others wept in his ears, others still let loose vicious cries of anger that rattled his senses, shaking him to the core as his body trembled.
"What do you see, Shaman?" A wolf asked shyly. Her voice was hushed, weak. It was a common misconception among the creatures of Eden, that he saw things to be foretold. But nay, spirits whispered their wisdom to him on the winds, only revealing themselves to be seen in his fleeting sleep.
"Grief claws at your soul, wolf. Welcome the cold and embrace it, let not fury stir your senses, hold fast to the earth and drink not from the offered paw." He spoke softly, his voice hoarse with a fury that was not his own. The hybrid turned his starlit gaze down upon the small ashen fae, seeing not the wolfess, but straight through her and the unborn pups that were coiled safely in her womb. "Their journey will not be one survived but one wrought from fire and tousled by the sands." He rose to his paws, stalking away from her, his words spent.
"Wait! S-surely.. There must be more, something.. Please.." She pleaded, chasing several waddling steps after him, her voice trembling with fear.
"Your path is not your own, child. What is to come cannot be avoided, only confronted." And with that said, he lept upwards to the more secluded boughs of the tree, his ghostly pale pelt slipping away and fading into the darkness. Crestfallen, the wolfess slowly trudged her way back down the precarious tree to find solid ground.
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Accepted both Wreq and Dikota :3
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Fraction: Ember Pond
Rank: Unranked
Species: White Bengal Tiger
Gender: Female
Name: Inerria
Family Lineage: Xander and Amara, both unranked tigers of the past. Xander was a normal Bengal Tiger, and her mother happened to be a White Bengal Tiger. Others say Inerria was an "accident" of the past and wasn't even supposed to be alive at all in her Fraction. It caused her to be alone a lot of times.
No Mate
No Cubs
Personality:
Inerria is usually an OK to be around tiger. She isn't snappy or short-tempered or that one weird cat who'll snap at everything someone else does. She's usually quite nice, actually. Due to some parts of her past and the fact that she wasn't ever meant to be born, she can be a bit of a grump at times, aswell. Inerria dislikes talking about her past, yet she would love to help others if they had problems. Stories of when she was a small cub she loved to tell, though she will always exaggerate slightly. She's a fan of young cubs and trainees. Inerria also has a strange habit of talking to herself, sometimes when she's bored or she feels lost.
Rp Sample:
Pale and stormy-grey eyes stared out across the Pond. Dull, black claws scratched at the soft dirt of the grassy ground and a striped tail curled around a female tiger's paws contently. Silence filled the air until she couldn't help but start talking to herself, "Come on, dearie, don't get lost on this beautiful day." The sun shined down through the trees, mirroring off Inerria's white coat. Other tigers and lions and ligers moved around her, calmly. Few stopped to say a few words, but Inerria was barely listening. She only remembered few words that they said, if they said anything at all. The white tiger laid down, resting her cranium down onto her paws, drifting into a light sleep.
Waking up a while later, Inerria gathered her surroundings again and sighed. Still nothing seemed to be going on, yet the air now felt the wind of tension and others of her Fraction seemed to glare at her like something was wrong. She stood up, feeling her bones creak slightly. Shaking it off, she padded closer to see what was up. Others had gathered around something near the pond, and Inerria couldn't wait to see what it was. The female trotted up and poked her head through the small huddle of her fraction. The sight overwhelmed her, and she fought back every emotion inside her. She stared blankly, just hoping and wishing it would all be over soon.
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~Picture Coming Soon~
Fraction: High Rock
Rank: Unranked
Species: Amur Leopard
Gender: Female
Name: Kesi
Family Lineage: Sedric -X- Amara
Both were Amur Leopards. Kesi's sister, Athlene died when she was born.
No Mate
No Cubs
Personality: Kesi has a kind-enough nature. She's not always like, "OMG ARE YOU OK, CHILD???" and almost never is. Kesi is kind of dull and emotionless at times, yet she can be funny in the same moment. She'll always protect the ones she loves the most, and won't be afraid of what cost it'll be. Attacking her Chief? Your tail's most likely going to disappear in the next two minutes. Loyal is what she is, and nothing less. Kesi will fight for anything she believes in. She'll fight for her life. Her Fraction. Anything worth it. Don't doubt the female.
Kesi is has no mate, and isn't in a hurry to change that at the moment. She enjoys living and her life.
Rp Sample: [Herp-a-derp. Taken from Inerria's sheet. x3]
Pale and stormy-grey eyes stared out across the Pond. Dull, black claws scratched at the soft dirt of the grassy ground and a striped tail curled around a female tiger's paws contently. Silence filled the air until she couldn't help but start talking to herself, "Come on, dearie, don't get lost on this beautiful day." The sun shined down through the trees, mirroring off Inerria's white coat. Other tigers and lions and ligers moved around her, calmly. Few stopped to say a few words, but Inerria was barely listening. She only remembered few words that they said, if they said anything at all. The white tiger laid down, resting her cranium down onto her paws, drifting into a light sleep.
Waking up a while later, Inerria gathered her surroundings again and sighed. Still nothing seemed to be going on, yet the air now felt the wind of tension and others of her Fraction seemed to glare at her like something was wrong. She stood up, feeling her bones creak slightly. Shaking it off, she padded closer to see what was up. Others had gathered around something near the pond, and Inerria couldn't wait to see what it was. The female trotted up and poked her head through the small huddle of her fraction. The sight overwhelmed her, and she fought back every emotion inside her. She stared blankly, just hoping and wishing it would all be over soon.
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Wyck
Fraction: High-Rocks
Rank: Medic
Species: Cheetah
Gender: Male
Name: Wyck
Family Lineage: Wyck's family line was always something of a letdown. The older members, all now deceased for various reasons, were usually the slowest of the group, oddly colored, and the last to agree to do anything willingly. His mother tried to fit in where she could be most useful but still never elevated her family's status. She bore one cub in her lifetime. His father, a large cheetah who fought fiercely in battle and actually had a decent reputation, didn't know Wyck was his own but neither did the cub. When the young cheetah took an interest in the medical field, his mother pushed him towards it. Slowly, Wyck brings honor to himself and his family line with each life he saves.
Personality: Generally a fun guy, Wyck loves to be in the middle of things. He takes his job seriously but tries to keep a the mood light even in dire circumstances. He will take time out of his day to play with the young and treats them with sweet berries along with their medicine when he can. He feels the need to take some blame for every death, regardless of the severity of the wound or the creature's fraction. Wyck often creates his own "tools", although they tend to be fairly rudimentary and generally lopsided. He is frequently caught muttering about the advantages of "retractable claws".
Rp Sample:
"Thank you Wyck!" Wyck watched a young leopard swat a ball of dried red dirt back towards an older jaguar cub. It had taken him three whole days to get the mixture right. It was fairly round, roughly as wide as his paw, and had finally dried out enough for use. The ball wobbled slightly on it's trip, "It's no problem kids. I'm just glad it rolls!" He sat and watched them for a moment, grinning as another pair of cubs decided to join in. He considered teaching the young ones how to make the balls themselves, then looked at his paws. They were stained a red-brown color. He smiled to himself; their parents wouldn't appreciate them making clay balls in their dens and staining their paws. As the ball sailed high towards the jaguar, a little leopard leaped and batted it out of the air. It hit the ground with a thud, small pieces chipping off as it was pummeled by the cubs again. It wouldn't survive long on these rocks... He'd have to make more.
He finally padded back to his den as the growing group, now almost double in size, started making up rules for a team game. Once inside his den, he began taking stock of his supplies. He was running low on a few items, nothing that wasn't too hard to come by this time of year. He trotted and hopped his way out of the rocky camp and to the more fertile growing areas of the garden. He had begun to nip off a few leaves and stems when something rustled in the brush ahead. As a medic, he preferred to heal rather than hurt, plus, he lacked any decent battle moves. As the first hyena stepped out, he gathered the few herbs he'd collected in his maw and gave it a questioning glance. "Are you the new Dim Sands medic trainee?" he mumbled around his load. When a second, and then third hyena began to slink out of hiding near the first, he took a tentative step back "I guess not.... I, uh... I think I have enough for now." Wyck turned tail and bolted as the hyena trio advanced. After a short burst, he slowed and looked back. The offending party snuffled around where he had been standing but didn't appear interested in pursuit. Just as well, he guessed. He had to get back to camp and start working on another ball for the cubs. The one they had must be demolished by now. The thought made him grin around his bundle as he padded back home.
((-sings- The Hero of Canton, the man they call Jayne! :) I'm also a fan. I named my daughter Kaylee River.))
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You didn't need to post another rp sample though I'm glad you did because it's awesome.
Also askhfgaskjfasd. Fellow Browncoat <3
My daughter is named Kaylee Jayne! Are you sure you aren't my twin >.>
Really need to bust my butt to finish the map up now so we can starting rp'ing :3
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Okay, sounds fun.
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It's looking really nice, I say. He's been livestreaming while he makes it.
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LOL I felt the need to put the sample up. It's gives me a chance to sort of rp the character for the first time in a controlled environment. Hokarty's was more backstory where Wyck's was just a testament to his good nature :)
And that's amazing! I'm sure there's been a flood of Firefly names since the show came out lol. I really wish Whedon could find someone to pick it up and do a few seasons as filler between the first season and Serenity so we could still have Wash and Book on the crew.
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Derp my livestreams I usually boring since I'm more prone to having a call on skype going at the same time.
I'll have to try an open mic stream next time.
I think if another version of Firefly came out I would cry from joy. Kaylee has a "Jayne" in her class and his parents are pretty much the equivalent of Firefly fangirls. xD
Also for anyone that missed last nights livestream:
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Ember Pond is finished unless anyone has any other suggestions. :3
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It 'tis bootiful. I have no suggestions. xD And finally I put up the second character. ;_; Took me long enough.
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^ Totally love the second Character :3
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The angels made me think of the Weeping Angels from Dr. Who. Loving it!
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8D The download 'tis up ... I think!
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Map download is on the front page >.<
Hopefully everything works just fine. I had someone test it for me and they didn't have any problems.
A quick note though; The cacti in the Wasteland and most of the trees in the Garden don't have any collisions to reduce the possibility of lag. All statues are also missing collisions for the same reason so being able to walk through them is normal. Nothing to worry about.
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Now that the map is finished and we have a good member group together it's about time to kick off in-game RP's.
I'm more available during the evenings most week-days and on Saturday afternoons to evenings. Most Friday nights are also free and clear for me. I just wanted to touch base with everyone to see what time would work for them because I don't want to see an "official" RP day and then nobody can make it that day.
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I'm generally able to get on whenever though I usually don't have a lot of in-game time. I probably won't be on much right around Christmas as I have family coming down for a bit.
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We can always include some forum rp aswell since I know the Holidays are busy for everyone and getting everyone in-game during that time could be near to impossible.
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I'm busy a bit aswell since it's getting nearer to the Holidays.
During regular-type days I'm usually free on the week-days aswell in the evenings. Sunday's are good for me, and so are Saturdays usually. Fridays can sometimes be a hassle, but usually they're free, too.
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I available most evenings aswell. I suppose we could tentatively make the "official" rp times Friday evenings and Sunday afternoons. I'm online most evenings though and can rp during that time aswell so I'm quite obviously fine with rp'ing every evening if there's another person in-map.
Also want to note that my Swedish version recently started accepting African Wild Dogs so I revised the species accepted on the front page and will likely be exchanging my Hyena Character on account of him being a little two dimensional.
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We could. I would just have to warn that I might not be on right away tomorrow because of the Holiday Party. :3 I can go after, though.
African Wild Dogs. <333 I love roleplaying with them, but I don't want to go overboard with characters, so I might just stick to my two. xD
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Fraction: High Rock (Or Ember Pond?...)
Rank: I dunno, Shaman?
Species: Jaguar Tiger Crossbreed.
Gender: Female.
Name: Keinzai
Family Lineage: Far from Royal family.
Personality: A small caring fluff ball of a jaguar tiger, ready for anything to strike at any timing. This crossbreed is quite caring, But also ready for a battle when shes out and about. Loving, caring, Small, And helpfull.
Rp Sample: Kenzai bounded through the forest with a few friends as the sound of at least fifteen enemies total followed close behind the four cats. "What are we going to do?." Yowled Makai, the cat next to her, "I dunno, Just keep running!." Kenzai replied, picking up the pace as the Enemies did so as well. The enemies followed closely and carefully, Making sure they didn't let the four out of their site as they bounded through the endless forest of wonders. Hope this is accepted, Thank you for putting this up as well! c:
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Bumps
And happy new year!
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Has everyone been rping in-game or did the thread die?
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I'm not sure. :/ I'm here but I haven't heard from Hero for awhile.