Talria Class Solo
Retort and circumstance
The railroads became her Great-Grandfather’s focus in his late years. Though all of his bloodkin were in the Innovations Sector, he had lifelong friends in Transportation. The elder’s idea to make their lives easier came as quite the...well...Talria frankly thought he was starting to lose his gears finally. After spending most of her childhood watching him tinker with gears, wheels and other oddities that in her young mind would make a cart. She finally decided that, yes indeed...he was losing it. Her elder was trying to build a cart, okay that was normal for her family. What wasn’t? Eh...he was trying to make it bigger. Much bigger. Also, able to traverse the rails without grand issue. Oh this was going to be interesting. Then factoring in that he was trying to figure out how it could carry more than just items...perhaps people faster to where they wanted to go. Oh...sprockets and gearheads, he was mad. Thankfully, for the time being everything was still sketches. Drawings of a elder on scrap paper that could easily be misplaced. Still merely a thought in a weirdly wired mind. As she grew over the years, the elder became unable to pyschically handle his tinkerings the way he used to. Her Father and Pop refused to the help with the elder’s ideals so that they could save face in the eyes of the public. Feeling shame for the way her family was starting to treat her elder. Talria took it upon herself to care for and nurture her elder, she’s also taken up odds and ends of his dream.
She’s rather fond of the Academy. A supporter of their goals and ideals to the utmost. It’s what she was taught as her bloodkin all back the Academy’s mission. Even her Great-Grandfather. Her elder adore the progress that was made with the Airships and hopes that one day that attention would be turned to their rails. Talria hopes the same for her Elder’s sake of mind, though listening to his ideals gave her a few of her own. Ways to transport oneself faster, without the use of a large beast. Maybe just a small or medium sized one? Due to this her life is rather hectic. Her elder has noticed her sketches and has pushed her to his old contacts. Her Pop stepped up just a bit to help her figure out how to handle them all. Her prized possession is a Blunderbuss her Great-Grandfather created in his youth and used for a short time. Before an incident that resulted in him putting it down for good. Most likely due to the fact that he was missing three fingers on his right hand...but she didn’t feel like asking. She hopes to one day make her own, but figures that expanding on her Elder’s would assist in that. For now, following his footprints is enough. Maybe.
She hadn’t really come to a concise decision on that. Sure, she wanted to keep to her own path However it would be easy for her to keep on someone else’s path to keep a focus in line. She sat back in her small workshop as she reflected on all that. The female sighed as she stared down the old Blunderbuss before her. She drummed her fingers along the table next to the large gun’s handle. Her free hand detangled itself from her hair to run along the barrel. She smiled fondly at the gun, having fired it once before at a target. A chuckle escaped her at the memory. Her Father and Pop watched her as one of her Uncles gave her a basic run through. Both of them were dual pistol wielders. So, they couldn’t really teach her beyond how to actually hold the blasted thing. That being the basis of her training thus far in the ways of wielding firearms, her Uncle had his work cut out for him. It took him a grand total of 45 minutes to get her up to the point of actually firing. Once she did the tiny little girl went flying back into a nearby pile of rice sacks. After a lot of laughing, mainly from her. She figured out how to brace herself from her center of balance, after that...well. She smirked. She heard that a lot of the boys around the street were scared to get her mad.
Things in her life were pretty interesting. Bullies thought twice about picking on her now that she had access to a pretty big firearm. Add in the fact that she wasn’t afraid to playfully take aim...yeah. Things went her way a lot of the time. Granted she always got in trouble if she aimed at anyone and her Father found out. That was when she learned just tapping the handle was enough to have someone second guess their life choices. Though, her Elder always told her never to actually fire if she took aim at a person. Unless she was under threat or someone she had come to love was under threat. Then it was shoot first ask later. The female stretched herself out as she put her sketches away. Picking up her Blunderbuss, she balanced it on a hip smirking up at it. “Alright, Retort let’s go fire off a few practice rounds. I wanna see if we can finally shoot the head off that metal beast Father built to scare me as a kid.”
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