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<\|description\|>THERESA OT AN BOL'HJAR MARKED BY THE VIGILS Cast out of her like-haired tribe of warriors, Theresa has adopted a lifestyle of combat and wanderlust. As such, she has come to the Continent out of sheer adventurous nature, wanting to dig up its mysteries and meet its many inhabitants, however dangerous the expedition may become. --- GERALD PITHERS MARKED BY THE VIGILS The product of a mix-up in a sinister necromantic ritual, the drunkard Gerald was cast to sea shortly after his resurrection. After he washed up on the shore of the Continent, he decided he had nothing better to do and began exploring. --- COASTAL VIGILS Servants of an ancient and accursed proclomation, the lumbering Coastal Vigils announce all arrivals within the Continent, and mark them in such a way that they are never permitted to leave. --- JOLLY GUTTERS A leader amongst the black-blooded, inhuman Cleaver-Men originating from the ruined city of Aardvale, Jolly Gutters is the perfect example of a coloquially named "mark hunter", going out of his way to put down any such threats to the natives of the Continent. --- JULIAN, KEEPER OF THE JUNCTION A much, much older native of the Continent, Julian maintains the cross-connecting haven known as the Keeper's Junction. Full of information regarding the Continent and what lies within and around it, Julian is a friendly character who provides whatever he can to those he calls friends.</s> <\|message\|>Saaria Morgossa The Battle of Abominations: Part II Saaria began to fly up just as the block smashed into her. If she hadn't have moved, it would have knocked her clean out, but it instead connected with her leg, sending her to the ground. Her leg was screaming in pain, but she didn't need it to fight. She turned, seeing the Magna Pater, and furrowing her brow in surprise. She flew up into the air quickly. If it was a fight it wanted, it was a fight it would get. She worked a fireball in her hand and sent it flying at the creature. It would cause an explosion wherever it landed. Death from above. The Burgundy Taken fell quickly to Cia, crumbling to dust. But the battle was far from over. The hulking abomination was now upon her. A mass of black cloak standing 12 feet tall, it was at least ten times Cia's size. But it was slow. An arm smashed down, missing her and smashing into the earth nearby. It's other hand swooped in from the other side while Cia wasn't looking and scooped her up, it's fist squeezing uncomfortably against her torso. The creature would be a tasty snack for it before it destroyed the ruins, just as master had commanded. @Cuccoruler @Doc Doctor</s> <\|message\|>The Magna Pater The Magna Pater plunged to the left like an arrow, the fireball upheaving the ground where it had been. Unfortunately it had miscalculated the area of the attack and wound up with its tail on fire. Grinding its thick teeth, it dug its claws into the ground and let loose with a fierce snort of effort. A large ripple passed through the muscular tail as it whipped out in a blur. With a brutal crack, it snapped around the neck of a nearby Taken which had finally worked up the nerve to try and enter the fight. Its cervical vertebrae were virtually disintegrated, throat caving in beneath the outrageous force. The flames on the Magna Pater's tail were extinguished by the air pressure. It had been burned, but the hunger it felt was worse. It hadn't eaten anything fresh in a long time. With a terrible heave the monster jerked the dead Taken off its feet and sent it spinning through the air at Saaria. If she had sharp eyes, she would notice that the body flying at her was minus a head. The beast down below cocked back its left arm. It moved like a street magician. It had slight of hand. It had done something, but what?</s> <\|message\|>Saaria Morgossa Saaria accepted the thrown Taken into a hug, catapulting into the ground with a skeleton on her back and on her front. She hit the ground with a thud, landing right on Gerald's newly found bones. The Magna Pater suddenly felt something smash into its side. A closed abomination collided with it, taking it to the ground. It had seen it attack the Taken, and had it marked for death. Saaria picked up Gerald's bones and slowly backed away as the Abomination wrestled with the Magna Pater. Doctor</s> <\|message\|>Places Cia, Sweetmeat County Weapon As Cia was picked up she gave a horrifying grin. "You think you can eat a weapon?" She said with her toothy grin, her voice echoey and low pitched, it sounded like nails on a chalk board. After she finished speaking Cia's body had black dust gathering around it. Soon enough black spikes of hard sugar surrounded her piercing the hand of the creature. It dropped Cia who took a step back creating another shield around herself as she gathered the black dust above her. After about 10 seconds of charging the black dust it disappeared entirely. Then a huge spike of black sugar came from the ground impaling the creature. Cia continued her grin as she turned towards the temple walking towards it, she wasn't just after the Taken anymore, she was after everyone else as well. She was a weapon, and her purpose as a weapon was to kill. Her other purpose however was to make others fear Sweetmeat County. For a time of war was coming.</s> <\|message\|>Saaria Morgossa The Abomination pulled the spike out of its stomach, looked at it, and dropped it slowly to the ground. It resumed its slow march towards the ruins, its robe half ripped and blowing in the wind, revealing its skeletal legs, made from hundreds of random bone pieces. It let out a slow, deep airy sound, and the Taken began to retreat, as if they feared it. It moved to slam its hand down on Cia, squashing her down like a bug beneath a fly swatter. @Cuccoruler</s> <\|message\|>Places Cia, Sweetmeat County Weapon As Cia approached the ruins she was swatted down by the larger taken. She let out a scream, if it weren't for a light coating of the black sugar on her skin which changed the skin color, she would have been broken to pieces. Though some of her skin did come off to reveal her more white skin instead. Cia got up after the attack and looked at the creature. "I guess that wasn't enough for you." Cia said gathering multiple balls of black sugar around her. Soon enough they turned into larger shards of sugar that floated around her. They all shot smaller shards at the creature aiming for the eyes. Cia wasn't about to lose this fight, at least not in this form, though she was weakened.</s> <\|message\|>Jordan Jordan sent Blake to deal with anyone who would interrupt while Jasmine joined him to face off against the big guy. The fight started off with a maul swing at Jordan's head that he easily ducked. The battle went on for a little bit with Jasmine making small attacks against his legs and Jordan following up on them. After exchanging a few blows Jordon got the upper hand and rammed his weapon into his stomach and used the momentum to push him down onto the floor. At this point in the fight Jordan was seething anger as he lunged towards the songstress. She tried to get away but was forced to the ground. Jordan grabbed the hair on the back of her head and started slamming her face into the floor until her face caved in and he knew she was dead. Getting up Jordan looked around the room for his next victim his lips pulled back and breathing heavily.</s> <\|message\|>Benedict Kaspin Theresa ot an Bol'hjar, Benedict Kaspin --- "Oh SHIT." All things considered, Theresa would've been laughing if she had been in a position any different than the one she was currently in. Ben was clearly not the being's target, at least not yet. But despite that he had STILL been the one to react the most drastically. And it wasn't even in the good way either. The giant buffoon stepped backwards and tripped over his own tail. His body hitting the floorboard actually shook the building they were in. Which was another thing, it more than likely saved her life. When Ben hit the ground, whatever it was stumbled in it's lunge, giving Theresa just enough time to pull her sword halfway out of it's sheathe. And fortunately for her, halfway was enough. The creature's body was horridly mangled from the elements and by those that had not survived an encounter with it. It's right hand had been quite nearly blown off halfway up the forearm. This resulted in sharp shrapnel, which caught her sword. It was long enough to kill her if it caught. But just short enough to not pierce her body with the sword in the way. She yelled her battle cry, and began to fight back, putting her other hand on the flat of her blade to overpower her attacker. She was winning, when a shaky but metallic fist connected with her face. She lost her composure and fell onto her back, her sword still the only thing between her and the metallic spikes that were this being's arm. It was cackling a great deal and begin to win using it's body weight, only for her body to suddenly feel weightless. Her attacker and her sword were suddenly ripped away from her and lifted high in the air. Ben had recovered from his scared and based upon the light coming from between his scales he was mad. "Ben! Dont!" The room smelt like oil and other various flammable substances. If Ben ignited an explosion, even if he survived it, she surely would not. Ben shut his jaws just as fire was about to explode from his maw. He shit his eyes hard as fire rocketed out from between his teeth like steam from a teacup. He threw the creature on the ground roughly and turned to stumble away, eyes clenched in pain and hands over his mouth. When her attacker hit the ground her sword was dislocated from it's mangled arm, and she was on it in no time. With one fluid motion and picked the weapon up and drove it straight down into the creature's torso. It spasmed, seeming to die almost instantly. She turned to check on Ben, only for her ankle to be very forcefully grabbed. Her eyes shot down to see that this creature still had some fight left in it. She ripped her sword from its body and aimed at it's head, and made sure to finish the job. After checking to make sure their attacked really was dead this time, she moved to Ben's aid. He seemed in pain, and he was pulling black, charcoal colored teeth out of his mouth. "I'm sorry." Theresa said, placing a hand on his arm in an effort to comfort the gentle giant. "You okay?" Ben rumbled in response, and pulled out one last tooth. He dropped them unceremoniously onto the ground and shook his head. "It'll hurt more tomorrow. But I'll be fine." Theresa eyed the burnt teeth on the ground and looked back up to him, taking her hand off of his arm. "Happen a lot to your species?" Ben seemed to chuckle, only to wince once again. "Oh yeah. We're built for it. Doesnt make it any more comfortable though..." he said, offering her a smile that, while pained, was so genuine that she could help but give him a small smile in return.</s>	<\|message\|>THERESA OT AN BOL'HJAR Theresa ot an Bol'hjar, Benedict Kaspin --- "Good, good..." Theresa replied. She looked down at the body of the deformed Engineer and said, "Wonder how many more of these things are-" A sound. Light footstep on a creaky wooden floor. At the doorway the Engineer barged in through, a tiny being was peeking its head around the frame. Ben and Theresa both stared at it as it waddled into the main room. It was, as stated, small. Only around two feet in height. The best way to describe it would be a metal skeleton resembling a human infant's, interwoven with the same meaty tendrils seen on the flesh golems outside. Its head was a large lump of flesh, lightly freckled and with a dark spot appearing to be its mouth. Wrapped around its neck area was a battered red cloth, tied and clung very affectionately. "What." Theresa said, watching the little being step further. "Is that." "It's..." Ben said, mouth agape, looking down at the being stepping towards the body of the slain Engineer. He seemed speechless as it scanned the remains, and from the dark spot on its blob-head, three little black tentacles emerged and began feeling over the corpse. "Adorable." "Wh-... what?" Theresa replied, shaking her head slightly. Ben was just stuck watching the little thing feel under the Engineer's coat with its tentacles, looking for something it seemed. "I can't explain it, I just..." Ben said, kneeling down to get a closer look. "I love it. So much." "What the hell is it, even?" "I don't know. I don't care. It's great." The little being retracted its tentacles from under the Engineer's coat, revealing what it'd been searching for. A badge, in the shape of a II. It pinned the badge to a section of its chest, and then stepped away from the body. "Well it's a scavenger, to start." Theresa commented. The being turned its attention towards her, waddling in her direction. She stepped back, apprehensive, but it didn't seem like it was going to do anything warranting a good stabbing. In fact, it approached her leg... and hugged it. "He likes you!" Ben said, suddenly very happy, and grinning. Wasn't a pretty smile with his damaged teeth but, still. "Alright, I'll admit..." Theresa replied, "It's kind of cute." It detached itself from Theresa's leg and turned towards Ben, who promptly held his hand down for it to climb upon. He held it up and wagged his other finger near it, looking very amused. "I hope you're not planning on keeping that thing." Theresa said, looking up at the two. "You just try and stop me, woman." Ben replied, shooting Theresa a quick, halfway serious glare. Theresa just smirked, and made her way to the workshop's entrance. Ben placed the scavenger upon his shoulder, following behind her. "I shall call you... Potato."</s>
<\|description\|>Honoka Oda Codename: Diva Color Scheme: ffdae1 and 68375e Age: probably like 16 or 17 Gender: Female Personality: Honoka is bright, cheerful, and energetic. She tries to always stay positive and look on the bright side of life, no matter how bleak the situation might get. Her attitude can border on the carefree at times, much to the chagrin of her more serious peers. She tries to keep morale high among her allies, despite any friction between them it might cause. A bit of a klutz. She takes her self-appointed idol status seriously, referring to her ops as "lives" and otherwise behaving more like it's some sort of performance event than a life and death battle. She is not, however, a complete idiot. Being a talented mage lends itself to some amount of actual smarts, and she does a lot of work developing her abilities, both in and out of school. Her dedication to practice keeps her working hard at anything she believes is important to her future. If only someone could convince her that marksmanship and other combat training was more important than dance and voice lessons… Short Biography: Honoka lives with her family in a fairly ordinary apartment somewhere in one of the middle-class districts of Neo Babylon. She attends a Thremont school, where she focuses on improving her magical abilities, and other schooling. She's quite talented, but not a perfect, model student. At a fairly young and impressionable age, Honoka fell in love with the city's entertainment sector, particularly the young pop idols who populate a certain segment of it. She has decided that she will be an idol, one way or another. Her attempts to break into the industry proper so far have ended in failure, but she will doggedly keep trying, and continues to train on her own. She works on singing and dance lessons, writes songs and routines, and has essentially set herself up for all of the overworked lifestyle and none of the payoff. Her first attempt at just doing a guerilla concert was also her last. Honoka's first encounter with the Cleaners was one of coincidence. She happened to be at the site of an...incident when it happened, because she had planned to just do some sort of pop-up guerilla live show. She was brought in for debriefing after the action was over, as most would be. Her initial curiosity about the organization was rebuffed, but she was never the sort to let that stop her. Honoka persisted in harassing any known agents, or worse, trying to find more active operations against Nightmares, wherein she could interfere and assist. Eventually, she won out by sheer stubbornness, and is now a proud Cleaner herself. Magic Style: Diva's magical style is focused on song. She claims her spellcasting is fueled by her "idol spirit" and as such, she must sing to create her effects. Where the accompanying music comes from is anyone's guess, though it may be a simple ancillary effect to her magical methodology. Each of her songs generates a single effect, although some are flexible enough that she can change some details (a spell granting energy resistance could be selected for a different energy type on every cast, for instance). Spells: ELEMENT_FIELD - Enhances Honoka and her allies, providing greater resistance from a specific form of energy (fire, cold, electricity, etc.) as well as adding it to their attacks. PRIMALTHUNDER - Damages all enemies within the area of effect, with greater damage the closer to Honoka. She can fine-tune who, specifically, is targeted. PURGER - Binds spirits and similar immaterial Nightmare entities and forces them to manifest in a physical form. As long as the song's effects persist, materialized creatures are vulnerable to mundane attack and cannot dematerialize except by escaping the area of effect. MAGE_DISRUPTION - Disrupts the ability of others to use magic in the area, by essentially filling it with magical "chaff" or noise. Honoka's own will reinforces the area around her, and reduces the overall effectiveness of enemy (or just all other) casters' spells. A sort of countersong, if you will. LIMIT_BREAKER - Enhances the physical ability herself and allies in the affected area. They're stronger, faster, and have sharper senses and reflexes. Generally, this translates in an overall increase in combat effectiveness, even for the primary focus on ranged combat in the modern era. Creative uses for these improved abilities are, of course, up to the individual. PRISM_RIOT - Creates a dazzling light show,not dissimilar to a laser show or stage pyrotechnics. The end result is it's difficult to perceive and track anything in the area of effect, with all the conflicting shadows and extra illumination. EMOTION_MATRIX - Magically influences the emotions of targets in the area of effect. Usually just for uplifting spirits and inspiring good energy and a near-irresistible want to dance, cheer, ignore other things in one's surroundings. Honoka could sing a sad song and instead make people sad, or angry, and so-on, but why would she want to do that. Can be used to cancel or clear negative emotion effects, such as fear, etc. Membership: Fairly new. Probably no more than a year. Equipment: Specially-made idol uniform: Of Honoka's own design, this stage outfit is made out of bulletproof fabric, and is specially treated with a super-hydrophobic outer coating to resist staining and liquids. As armor, it's extremely light, but it does look nice, and offers some level of protection. Pinpoint Barrier System: Built into parts of Honoka's outfit, specifically jewlery and other such things, this advanced piece of Thremont-manufactured magitech can produce a barrier-like shield to deflect or stop incoming attacks. It does, however, have an operational limit before saturating and becoming useless. Courlandt Pulsar: A taser which fires darts containing wireless capacitors. Not as strong as wired taser options, in terms of overall kick, but non-lethal. She keeps it in case "fans get too unruly". Honoka owns no "real" weapons, and even the taser is probably something she has to keep well hidden. Relationships: End: Diva wants to be friends with her, but her attempts are probably less than successful. She considers the older woman to be something of a mentor and trainer. Voice: Nice codename. While not the sort to actively show it, especially to a person who remains cheerful in the face of adversity, Diva pities and worries about Voice. She doesn't know enough to make any real comments on cyber-rejection or whatever else, though. Warthog: The guy's old enough to be her dad. She doesn't know the details of his past, but he's got a solid moral compass and his heroism is something she can easily appreciate. She respects him for his age and experience, and considers him something of an authority. That gun of his is too goddamn loud, which doesn't interfere with her magic. It's still a concern all the same. Runner: His smoking bothers her, and she avoids him when he's at it for her own health (got to protect that throat and all). Beyond that vice of his, she finds that they generally line up in attitude more than she'd care to admit. Not that they're serious or stubborn about the same things... Arsenal: She owns, like, the coolest stuff. Kind of a jerk, though. And the sort who could probably just sit at home and participate in a whole op from there, with a little support. Echo: She'll happily egg him on to greater heights of showmanship at any opportunity, and push herself in kind, if he plays along. That power of his can make it a little cold for her usual outfit, though. Sanction: She treats the Prohibitium liaison like a producer, even going so far as to refer to her as such. Character Impressions: Advent: The Doc's a nice enough person, but all that stuff she makes is anywhere from creepy to downright disturbing. Diva would probably trust herself to Advent's care, though not for experimentation purposes. A decent bedside manner and respect for limits does go a long way. Zer0: Diva is quite friendly toward Zero, being that they're both about the same age. She's probably tried to drag her into joining the idol charade. Hex: Friendly rivalry. If not as an idol, at least as a mage. She's heard Painstakers are supposed to be, like, super-bad news, though. And that monster thing following her around is freaky. At least she customizes her armor; too many Cleaners seem to value function over form. Blitz: He's too cold, but he can fly. How cool is that? Theme Song: Other than the ones for her spells, probably this.</s> <\|message\|>Chris Safenos "Fuck," Echo hissed as he snapped his head back around the corner. God fucking damn it that was going to cost a pretty penny to fix up. Of course the killbots took aim and started firing, the warning had already been given after all. What the fuck had he expected them to do? Dance the fucking macarena for them? Noticeably annoyed if the partially revealed scowl was anything to go by, Echo hurried over and hopped onto his bike. He kicked it into reverse and spun the bike around before pausing for a moment to concentrate. The bots were probably fairly well shielded, but it didn't hurt to try and disable them, however momentarily. Gritting his teeth, he twisted reality above the killbots' position and slammed a powerful pulse of EM radiation into them from above. A bead of sweat fell through his broken helmet as another pulse manifested and crashed against the killbots, hopefully slipping through the minutest of cracks and frying something important. With a few strained breaths, he gunned the engine and raced down the street. He didn't know if his efforts had actually paid off, but if they hadn't then he wasn't sticking around to find out. Now then… how the hell did he get to the Rash's from here?</s> <\|message\|>PC The disengage went almost flawlessly, if a single death were the difference between almost and perfect. Piloting End's car towards the opposite end of the street, Runner weaved between two of the attacking force's parked and burning vehicles. The single way forward was, evidently, just the path that one of the robots had predicted; as if waiting the vehicle to be sandwiched between, it fired a round straight into the back of the truck and penetrated its armor. At the very least it wasn't one of the tank-busting rounds from a larger robot, but it did do more than bore a hole into the vehicle. The fragmented projectile bounced off of a wall inside the cabin and embedded itself straight into Zer0's chest. The girl was immediately rendered unconscious as blood swept across onto Diva's lap, body slumping over. A second shot rang out just as the car turned around a corner, and Runner could see in the side-view mirror as an explosion jetted off of the side of a building that would have otherwise been End's car. Besides Zer0, the team was unharmed as the party bus, Echo, End, and Blitz split off from the scene, leaving the Wirefort's to their fate. Echo's EMP temporarily put the smaller robots out of commission, some longer than others, but did not last. Alternative systems found their way into working condition to get them up and running again, eventually bringing them to the biological barrier Doc had raised. Even then, they were delayed little more than a second as powerful legs launched them a dozen feet over the cars and in front of the manor entrance. In the distance, gunshots could be heard, along with the occasional explosion. A few minutes into their drive, the team received a phone call from Cash, unaware of their recent failure to contact the Wireforts proper. "How's it faring guys?" he asked, but did not wait for a reply, "News, news. The Rash's apparently just got hit too. Same method, reported by the Prohibitum. I've got someone at the scene right now, and he says it was on one of their warehouses. Not as many people dead, but still a considerable amount. Did you get any information?"</s> <\|message\|>Josephine "Fuck you, Runner," End snapped back, "My van is be-" A crack and a pop suddenly sounded through the communications line, and the woman's red-ringed eyes narrowed. That was a bullet, wasn't it? Runner decided not to use his chronomancy to protect her van from getting shot up, right? He REALLY wanted to pay for all the damage, huh? End bit back her reply and focused on her retreat, bringing out her Heinbox from her pocket once more. A holographic display revealed a map of the area, and soon after, End landed in an alleyway, before walking out and merging into a pedestrian street. Beggars and hookers were abound, and being on foot would delay her more than she would have liked, but even though her Valkyrie Suit mainly ran off electricity using a rechargeable battery, she still had to pay for fuel. No point in wasting it, especially when it turned out that the Rashes were attacked by random assailants as well. Irritation formed on End's expression as she holstered the Punisher EMT. "No luck here. Didn't even get to chat with the Wireforts before goons and Policus cracked down. Blitz, give me good news."</s>	<\|message\|>Honoka Oda As far as Diva was concerned, the retreat was going just fine, until the impact of a bullet sent more horrible reverberations in the cabin of the van. And the next few instants were sheer terror, as Zer0's chest bloomed into a spray of red, and the girl fell into her lap. She was already screaming in panic, to the point that warm wetness beginning to soak her lap almost didn't register. It was her first encounter with the truly ugly side of this sort of clandestine work, and not something she was in the least mentally prepared for, so the panic was perhaps quite understandable. Any magical tricks she could otherwise maintain were quite forgotten. "Ohgod, ohgod..." It took quite a bit of effort to stop herself from freezing or choking up, but after a few deep breaths, Honoka had managed to at least get herself under some semblance of control. "We've got someone hurt back here." She tentatively tried to at least roll Zer0 over, before looking near-helplessly at Advent. "You're a doctor, right?" She'd probably be game to try and help, but it was all she could do not to start shaking or worse. Certainly, she was in no condition to report in beyond to announce someone was hurt. And probably start panicking again soon after, spouting too much information about getting covered in someone else's blood.</s>
<\|description\|>Saeril Hermiaen BASIC Goes By: Maleficent (alter-ego); Delva (by godsons) Age: 5,739 Gender: Female Race: Half-Sindarin, Half-Silvan Elf APPEARANCE Portrayed By: Angelina Jolie Hair Color: Dark, Ashy-Brown Eye Color: Luminous Yellow-Green Skin Tone: Creamy-Pale Height: 5' 7" Weight: 119 lbs Body Build: Slim (Two Of These) Wing-Cloak Battle Outfit PERSONALITY Overall Personality Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Happiness, Animals, Flying, Her Godsons Dislikes: Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Her Inner Darkness, Orcs, Sorrow Strengths: Fighting, Beauty, Inspiration, Knowledge Weaknesses: Mentions of Her Past, Loneliness, Anger Fears: Losing Her Family, Her Past, Sauron Elegant \| Unpredictablly-Capable \| Headstrong \| Mysterious \| Influential Everyone believed that Saeril was born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. Rather than a woman who is evil, Saeril was instead a benevolent young woman of purity; she valued the peaceful nature on Middle-Earth, and she had a fierce passion to support various realms and their inhabitants. A greatly-unpredictable individual, Saeril is a desired perfectionist, and a woman of her word; for even the most vulnerable of races, she focuses on finding the best intentions for them, even if it means to risk her life. From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, interpreted by the guilt of her cruel and malicious actions. Since then, she feared her other persona "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of Sauron's control over her, who wished to wreck havoc from time to time. The ultimate goal was to redeem, and dissipate this inner darkness from within. However, she never anticipated this goal to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons, Fili and Kili, whom she'd grown to care for as her own children. Despite herself being closest to the youngest, Kili, Saeril was absolutely devastated after witnessing Azog kill his older brother. Determined to keep the youngest from falling into the same fate, she became frank and strictly protective of Kili, going so far to keep him alive, and stay by his side throughout his many ventures, though she may not always agree with them. Her connection with her youngest godson became so strong, others knew better not to cross her if there's damage inflicted upon him. Saeril will not hesitate on giving others her blunt opinion, and she would often guide them when they are upset, or in need of advice. Proud and proper she is, she will never bow to anyone she disagreed with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by revealing the truth of the quest, and by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions. BACKGROUND Date of Birth: YT 1578 Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest, located north of Rohan Social Ranking: Royalty (formerly) Family: - Kili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf) - Fili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf) - Dis Durin (Comadre; alive) (Dwarf) - Vili Durin (Compadre; deceased) (Dwarf) - Hermia (Mother; deceased) (Sindarin Elf) - Lysander (Father; deceased) (Silvan Elf) - Ulla (Aunt; deceased) (Sindarin Elf) - Kinloch (Uncle; deceased) (Sindarin Elf) Other Relations: - Gandalf the Grey (Mentor; alive) (Maiar) - Thorin II Oakenshield (Friend; alive) (Dwarf) - Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; alive) (Man) - Azog the Defiler (Enemy; alive) (Orc) - Bolg (Enemy; alive) (Orc)</s> <\|message\|>Ghent Thorin scoffed lowly, disgusted by the request. "I will not treat with any man while an armed host lies before my door," he spat, having no intentions whatsoever to fulfill the pledge he'd made. "Your threats do not sway me," he grew more riled each moment, the sickness had nearly succeeded in claiming his mind once and for all. "When did the men of Laketown come to our aid, but for the promise of rich reward?!" Kili remained in his place, watching the exchange with sorrowful eyes. This wasn't right -- he felt that in his heart, but he was reluctant to voice his thoughts on the matter. If he spoke out of turn again, he feared being banished along with Saeril and Fili. Thorin hadn't threatened Fili, but Kili knew he would accompany them. Fili was remarkably loyal. Still. Fili belonged here, they all did. Kili hated feeling this way; he felt cowardly. Bard and his children had been good enough to take them in. He'd supplied them with weapons and shelter. This was no way to repay such a debt. Thorin and Bard continued to argue back and forth, voices raising at every syllable. "A bargain? What choice did we have but to barter our birthright for blankets and food? To ransom our future in exchange for our freedom? You call that a fair trade?" Thorin never broke eye contact. "Tell me, Bard the Dragonslayer...why should I honor such terms?"</s> <\|message\|>Saeril Hermiaen "That armed host will attack this mountain if we don't come to terms!", the bowman countered for his side of the arguement, a little baffled towards the dwarf king's refusal. "What of your conscience? Does it not tell you that our cause is just?", Bard asked him, reminding him that he could use good judgement to see the consequences of taking this path. "My people offered you help, and in return, you brought them ruin and death!", that is where he became a little angry, getting louder with emotion in his voice. Particularly because he could have lost his own children in the firestorm. "A bargain was struck. You gave us your word, Thorin; does that mean nothing?" Fili's heart raced and tightened during this back-and-forth exchange. He took a glance to the side at his little brother, and he could see vulnerability in both his posture and troubled expressions. The blonde figured that he was thinking about Saeril, and what their uncle's tyranny would potentially bring. By his refusals and declinations, he wasn't going to show mercy. If they ever crossed him, it would most definitely bring something darker. Saeril came to his own thoughts, but they had to stick to their secret a little longer.</s> <\|message\|>Ghent While Thorin and Bard were in discussion, Bilbo approached the group, weary after a day of searching for something he already had. The Arkenstone was becoming a great burden to him, one he wished to be shed of for the sake of all involved. When Bilbo saw Fili and Kili, he was surprised to see the bruise on Kili's young face. "Kili! What's happened?" Kili glanced to him, clearly uncomfortable. "I fell." This was the first lie of many he would tell, but he was prepared to do so. Bilbo sensed something was amiss, but he knew better than to press. Just like the other dwarves, Kili was incredibly stubborn and prideful to a fault. Seeing both brothers like this saddened the hobbit -- these dwarves were so very different from the two who had arrived at his home all those months ago. Thorin, however, had changed the most of all. Bilbo watched him from afar, brows knit with concern for his friend. What's happened to you, Thorin? The question was one he kept to himself. Risking Thorin's temper meant risking death. Thorin turned his back on Bard, growing silent for a time. He eyed Bilbo and his nephews briefly before making up his mind: "Be gone, ere arrow fly!" Bilbo was aghast. Thorin's refusal would bring chaos, he was certain of it. They would never survive if Bard reported back with the king's answer! "What are you doing?! You cannot go to war." Thorin started past him, eyes unblinking. "This does not concern you." Although he was frightened, Bilbo managed to find his voice. This was getting out of hand fast. "Excuse me?! But just in case you haven't noticed, there is an army of elves out there. And not to mention several hundred angry fishermen. We-we are in fact outnumbered!" Thorin smirked lightly, having no fear whatsoever. If Bard would seek revenge, so be it. He would welcome the challenge. "Not for much longer." Bilbo felt the need to check that his ring was still in his pocket, but he managed to survive this encounter without doing so. "What does that mean?" "It means Master Baggins, you should never underestimate dwarves." Thorin turned towards the company, raising both hands in the air. "We have reclaimed Erebor - Now we defend it!"</s> <\|message\|>Saeril Hermiaen Bars was angry now -- no, frustrated, at Thorin's refusal to consciously think about what his actions had caused: the potential for war. He couldn't argue any further with him now; he just declared to continue taking the warpath. The bowman grunted before turning his horse around, and heading back to the desolated sanctuary of Dale. The ElvenKing did say they will attack at dawn before he left, so he may have been right to come in the first place. There was no turning back from a fight that has already been started... Fili turned his glance to look down at the ground, once he heard Bilbo ask about Kili's thankfully-fading bruise. He wouldn't want to lie either, but he never felt so conflicted with his little brother being the reason not to trust Thorin. Kili did tell him that Saeril wouldn't be pleased if she found out, and that is where he was troubled the most. Thorin has declared war; whether they like it or not, they were vulnerable and at his corrupted mercy. Nearby, behind the company, the she-elf was listening, as she leaned against one of the stone structures. By what she just heard, Thorin was getting worse, both mentally and spiritually. She would talk some sense into the king, but that would put her godsons at risk, while in this condition. Silently, she head her way back to the bedroom, where Kili would have last seen her; getting her mental state ready for what was to come.</s> <\|message\|>Ghent War. The words hit Kili like a wall of bricks. This wasn't at all how he envisioned Erebor -- he'd often fantasized aiding his uncle and brother defend their kingdom from Smaug and enemy orcs. Not the people of Laketown. This could easily be avoided, if only Thorin would stay true to his word...but he wouldn't. He wouldn't listen to reason, nor would he give anyone a word in edgewise. Kin or not. Troubled, Kili said nothing, and then his gaze rested upon their godmother from across the room. She had just turned to leave, as had Thorin, Bilbo, and a few other dwarves. Bilbo was doing his best to speak sense into the king, but Kili knew better. Bilbo would not get very far. "I'm going to check on Delva, Fili." Kili looked to his brother, concerned for his well being. "Get some rest, alright? You've been on your feet all day...you must be exhausted." The youngest gave his shoulder a brief squeeze, and he promised not to confront Thorin again, if only to put Fili's mind at ease. This was by no means a lie -- Kili didn't have a desire to face Thorin. Not right now. He needed to seek Saeril's advice. Kili made his way back towards the room, and he spotted Saeril up ahead. Quickening his pace, he fell into step alongside of her, peering up at her through his dark bangs. "You heard, didn't you?" Kili knew that she had; he could tell by the way she carried herself.</s>	<\|message\|>Saeril Hermiaen With her elf ears, the she-elf heard it all. War. She knew that this would come, sooner or later. Thorin was under the spell of Dragon Sickness, and in most cases, the bearers of excessive amounts of gold may not see reality ever again; just like his grandfather. In this case, the dwarven King won't see reason, and she can already conclude that Kili's earlier task to attempt into reasoning with him, was unsuccessful. Thorin was getting worse by the minute; exactly what she feared... Fili looked at his little brother with tiredness in his eyes, being apparent in expressing exhaustion from the endless search for the Arkenstone, and from stacking the crumbled rocks of stone to barricade the gate they were currently standing on. This was how far Thorin's corrupted wrath can go: endless labor. If the king wasn't this blind to the wellbeing of his kin, he would know the amount of abuse he was giving them. His own nephews, especially. Bags were underneath the blonde's eyes; his attempt to do the work for his brother apparently drained him, but he put up a good fight to stay on his feet. Like he always did when they were children. Figuring that he did put up a good one, a good rest was in order. Fili nodded to his suggestion, nonetheless, internally relieved that Kili won't do anything stupid while he rests. Saeril was already walking down a stony corridor, until she heard the quickening footsteps of the youngest. Her cloak dragged behind her as she walked, and the dim lighting made her luminous eyes glow slightly. He was right to follow; this was an event that might end badly, and he was right to be in her good graces a day before it happened. The she-elf heard him ask of what she just overheard, and she responded with an exhale through her nose. "I did", she responded with a troubled voice, before making a turn around a corner; him continuing to follow, no doubt. Before them, was the armory. While standing before it, she took a glance at him, standing next to her. "If tommorrow is to be our last stand, I can guess that you'll always follow me? Even into battle?", she asked him, wanting to know if he's willing to follow her down a path that may result in death.</s>
<\|description\|>Maxine Nickname: 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!' Age: 20 Gender: female Power: walking through walls, dissolve and appear out of a sudden, deafening scream, creating illusions Species: Ghost Crush: - Relationship: - Appearance: Personality: Actually, Maxine is a very cheerful and friendly person. She has some issiues with her past and get's melancholic sometimes, but for the rest of the day, she enjoys 'life' at the fullest. Bio/history: TBR Likes: the beach, sunshine, dark humor, cemetries Dislikes: Horror movies, olives, arrogant people, talking about her life before death Other: Maxine has a solid form, so everybody can see her, touch her and talk to her. She is not really a registered citizen and has no home, but she spends most of her time at the cemetry or at the beach. Eventhough she is dead, Maxine has the same problems as humans like getting hungry, the need to sleep and feeling cold, which makes her life sometimes more troublesome.</s> <\|message\|>Drake To reduce impact damage I would grasp onto the cloaked figure with both arms, legs, and tail, preventing him from taking too much damage as my back would hit the earth and skid across the sand.once I started to get up I would force the stranger back against the sand with my claw at his throat. Held back rage burning within my eye as I panted from fatigue and exhaustion, blood still leaking from my wound dripping all over the man's clothes</s> <\|message\|>Ayaka @KaijuBaragon@Letmehaveone2@Overlord24 Ayaka had no idea where Drake had come from, but he seemed to be using her wind to his advantage. Apparently this crazy toy guy had a lot more enemies where she and Arin came from. He gave one last threat before letting go. "Whatever..." Ayaka said letting her tornado die down. "What a weirdo.."</s> <\|message\|>Damien Damien was grasped by Drake and they hit the ground together. In an instant he felt Drake's claws against his throat. "Are you going to kill me? Will that make you feel better. What are you, some kind of vigilante? If you kill me, you'll be just as bad as me. If not worse. You'll be the cruel demon who killed an insane man. Arrest me? I could escape any prison.". Damien choked out an insane laugh.</s> <\|message\|>Drake There was obvious pent up anger being, or at least, attempted to restrain with my conscience, the resulting cobfliction made me laugh with madness. "so much would be solved by just killing you. I dont consider myself a vigilante, do not test my mercy stranger." My grip tightened on him. I refused to kill him, to let my primeval nature take over, but what else could be done to stop his madness, like he said he can easily escape any attempt of imprisonment, atleast the methods I could think of</s> <\|message\|>Graeme Arbosa Graeme feels the sand get into his boots. He smiles wryly - no matter how tightly he ties his laces it always finds its way in there. He almost likes the feeling. A short distance away, a spectacle unfolds before Graeme. A small group of people are surrounded by what seems to be a dying sandstorm, and a large, crimson figure pins a man down mercilessly. Without much time to process the situation, a small spark of anger was ignited in Graeme - he'd seen a scene like this before. He would not run this time. Graeme exhaled and took a wide legged stance. Sand was kicked up with the suddenness of his movements. He felt a familiar tug in his chest - the draw of magic. He pulled back his cloak and hood, revealing lightweight, ornate armour that glinted silver in the sun. White mist swirled from his bracers. The ground rumbled as he was about to unleash his power.</s> <\|message\|>Damien "What would be solved by killing me, exactly? You have a desire that you have deep down, to be like what I am. A monster. A maniac. Maybe you already are. Maybe we all are. Maybe I'm no more insane than you, or any random person on the street. Why would you have mercy? The gunshot with the dead shopkeeper? That was me. I shot him. He felt no pain. But you will. By holding in the rage, the monster deep inside, you will have pain. Unimaginable pain." Damien stared with his red eyes into Drake's soul. Damien noticed a man in the distance, rumbling. "Perhaps this is the end for both of us, my friend." @Jhett314</s> <\|message\|>Arin Kurokawa Viktor had left the diner by now and was once again walking around. So, far the city seemed fine, but he was sure it wouldn't be long before there would be a life to save or a crime to stop. For now, he just kept walking. Kendra had been in her cave in the forest for quite awhile now and was getting restless and hungry. She walked out to where she buried her rabbit earlier and dug it up with her paws. She grabbed the rabbit before walking to a spot under a tree. She set the rabbit down and stood there as she began to eat it. It took a bit, but Arin finally calmed himself. "Maybe we should try hanging somewhere where it can just be you and me." He told his girlfriend, thinking that the only way they could ever get alone time would be a place where nobody else would go. However, it was only a suggestion.</s> <\|message\|>Graeme Arbosa The full force of Graeme's power exploded beneath the beach. Like clockwork, three giant metal hands crashed onto the beach, creating several small eruptions of sand. Focussing his will, the hands were directed to move towards the entangled two, extending from where they emerged. Light glinted on their palms as the crashed down into the ground swiftly, sending rocks flying and waves smashing back into the ocean.</s> <\|message\|>Drake the soul he looked at wasn't so much a soul as it were a solution of two souls trying to remain mixed. I'd glare at the hooded stranger before looking to what he was referring to, the man charging at us had a distinct magic about him, such power and unexpected company had my eyes widen in suprise @jhett314</s> <\|message\|>Drake @Jhett314 id leap off of the hooded man and covered my face with my arms from the blowing sand, an accomplice of the mad man perhaps? I glared at him with my torch like eyes. "I dont suppose your here to take care of the murderer." I asked, still trying to suppress my rage as my tail coiled behind me</s> <\|message\|>Graeme Arbosa Graeme let the Hands raise slowly. They were poised around the man on the ground and creature in the sea. Through very weak perception, he could feel the heat emanating from the creature through the Hands. It was powerful, and angry. Still standing back, the Hands started swaying slowly as they readied an attack. "Get up" Graeme called out to the figures. While he tried to sound intimidating, the mask made his voice difficult to distinguish above the waves. "Now."</s> <\|message\|>Damien @dragonmancer Damien laughed as Drake quickly leapt to the sea. He stopped laughing when he saw the metal hand, poised above his head. He stood. It was time to put on his sane act again. "Help me! This man attacked me for no reason. I think we wanted to mug me!"</s> <\|message\|>Drake I glared at the hooded stranger and his lies, tempted to consume him in fire. "He is a murderer and ill in mentality."</s> <\|message\|>Damien @Jhett314 "Look at him! He's a demon! He probably wants to burn this whole city to the ground." Damien said, countering what Drake had just said. He looked over at the masked man with a pleading look. "Please, kill him, we don't know what he might do if we don't!"</s> <\|message\|>Graeme Arbosa Graeme eyed the man. He looked scared. A few more Hands emerged from the ground underneath the victim to cover him in a protective grasp. Graeme himself advanced, heading toward the water and summoning more Hands to restrain the beast if needed. It's crimson scales were iridescent. The façade of beauty always seemed to surround these creatures. "You there. Creature in the sea." Graeme stopped at the water's edge, feeling the force of the waves lap against his toes. "Explain yourself."</s> <\|message\|>Drake I looked down at the hands before returning my stern, fire-like emerald eyes to the new stranger. "That guy has some power over toys and he's been using that to go around attacking innocents." I exclaimed as calmy as I could. The water would seem to boil and steam around my legs like a cauldron over fire.</s> <\|message\|>Graeme Arbosa Graeme glanced from the draconic being to the man. And back again. He did not trust the creature, but the glint of its eyes didn't seem to be deceitful. He let the hands recede. "Step forth from the ocean." He turned to the man, still surrounded in Hands. "What's your name, fellow?"</s> <\|message\|>Damien @Jhett314 Damien chuckled quietly under the protection of the metal hands. He had done it. He had tricked the masked man into doing his bidding. Once Drake was dead, Damien would sneak out and run. He would find some more people to terrorise. Maybe he would slit the throat of the tornado girl. He heard the masked man ask what his name was. "My name is Damien" he said, trying to sound scared.</s> <\|message\|>Maxine Maxine strayed through the streets like a cat. She didn't really have a plan what to do but climbing over fences, hopscotching across the roofs or just going with the flow of the masses on the streets made the hours pass by. Without any obligations days feeled like minutes and years like hours, doing the same things on and on. Taking a walk, watching people or teasing someone. But it didn't bother her. Instead, it felt like a very long vacation and wasting time was a thing she got used to. A long time ago, Maxine had realised that this city is full of extraordinary people. She had talked to many of them, wondered how some would hide their identitiy, because in her life, she had never realised that nearly every second person in this city is some kind of abnormal. And since she came to realization, observing people was her favourite occupation besides wasting time. As she thought about it, an odd looking person catched her eyes. He had a mask on his face, which she thought was very beautiful. Her first thought was, that he was a street artist - maybe a frustrated one, because he wasn't really doing anything that someone would call a performance and she could imagine that staying on the streets for hours to get some change was really frustrating. - She watched him going down the streets and her second thought was, that he called it a day already and was going home now. 'It is the time of the day....nothing special', she thought next and then decided to follow him. On the way she changed to her nonsolid form, creating an illusion of a cat, while her real body was floating like billows of smoke right behind his back. She followed him to the beach, and was surprised by the turmoil. He ran away and Maxine couldn't act that fast to stay behind him. After a few seconds, the illusion changed to a bird to find herself a place in the crown of a tree.</s> <\|message\|>Drake I'd walk out of the water, a trail of sizzling, boiling water and dead sea creatures behind me as I reached sure, the heat radiating off of me would settle as I would douse my rage. I would be silent as I watched the two strangers now speak</s> <\|message\|>Drake amidst the scene I witnessed a bird morphing to a cat. And now that I was no longer needed here, I decided to investigate. "Pardon me for a moment, strangers." I said before taking off, flying towards the tree the bird had sheltered at. I looked up at the branches above trying to locate the oddity. "Oi, show yourself." I spoke smoothly as possible with the rough voice I had. My wings now folding behind me.</s> <\|message\|>Maxine The branches were moving and bending as he landed but the bird didn't move as it was glue to branch it was sitting. The bird didn't look alive, more like a stuffed animal and as the man called her to show herself, the illusion dissapeared. "Not one of my best", she said as real form appeared. Black smoke swirled between the leafs and fell to the ground.</s> <\|message\|>Graeme Arbosa Graeme glanced back to the ocean and saw the half-dragon unfurl his wings. He was trying to escape! "Halt!" He yelled, but not before the creature had already become half its original size in the cloudless sky. Graeme felt another flicker of anger, mixed with exasperation. He decided to follow the creature and leave the man at the beach. "Stay if you wish. I'll be back soon." The Hands retreated back into the ground swiftly, leaving the young man exposed, and he set off in pursuit of the dragon.</s> <\|message\|>Maxine "I didn't want to interrupt you. I'm just watching, that's all.", she said then and watched into his ruby eyes. Hers were shining white like two little nigth lights as she studied his face.</s> <\|message\|>Drake I stared back at the strange apparition before me, seeing into her eyes I felt the presence of something otherworldly. "Watching, huh?" I blinked, unsure of what to make of this entity, my expression, aside from curiosity and awe, was neutral. I could make out her feminine design out of this smoke like substance the figure was made out of, I tilted my head puzzled.</s> <\|message\|>Damien @dragonmancer Damien watched with a smile on his face as the masked man ran off. This was the perfect time to make a speedy escape to his abandoned beach house. There, he had resources in case he was followed. He gave a small chuckle before sprinting off away from the people, and ran into a thicket of palm trees and out the other side.</s>	<\|message\|>Maxine "Yes, I'm curious because you're fighting.", she responded in a quite reserved way and imitated his expression. His eyes were remarkable, a contrast to the rest of his body. Maxine wondered, why she never met him before. She would notice him immediatley with his appearance, but this feeled like the first time, she met a dragon. Again, this city was to big to remember every person she had seen before. "Why did you stop? Your enemy will run away if you stay here and talk to me." As her sight wandered past the dragon, she noticed another person, the man with the mask. She saw him running into their direction and smiled. "You should be fighting with him", she said as she pointed at Greame.</s>
<\|description\|>Carthus Ascari Age: 89 Race: Narix The Narix are carnivorous mammals resembling bald felines, standing about 190 cm on average. They have three fingers plus an opposable thumb and three toes, both with short claws. Their skin color ranges from fallow to russet. Narix body is built for short-term fast movement. Their muscle tissue is dense, providing not only protection, but also superb strength, but their stamina is rather low. A much bigger problem than their inability to keep up intensive physical activity for a long time is their oversensitivity to pain, to the point of Narix usually passing out from pain in case of injury. Their sight and hearing are their primary senses, in contrast with their pathetic sense of smell. Average life expectancy is around 180 years. Appearance: Carthus is a red-eyed, fair-skinned man. He is quite short for a Narix, being merely 163 cm tall. His most distinct feature is his prosthetic limb, going as far as his collar bone. Faction: Marauder Role in Team: Soldier, Pilot Bio: Following basic school, Carthus spent eight years studying engineering, specializing in sublight propulsion, although over the years, he expanded his expertise to weapon systems, some sensor and communications systems of various races. Failing the entry exams to the last-level school, he started his five-year compulsory military service with the Narix Starfleet. The fleet allowed him to continue his education, so he decided to stay, serving in an interceptor squadron. After almost 60 years of service, while serving as squadron leader aboard the NCa Insaniam, he was present in the hangar when an accident caused fire and subsequent 75mm ammunition belt detonation. The explosion claimed his left arm and sent him into a rehabilitation center for two months before he received a prosthetic arm. Although the replacement allowed him normal operation, Narix military forbids anyone with replacement limbs service in combat roles and Carthus was given a position at the Maxtis Interception Academy as a lecturer. After five years at the academy, he left the military and sought to join the Marauders, as it would allow him to go back into a combat role. Personality: Before the accident, Carthus was a cheerful, optimistic individual and a loyal pilot who loved his job. After the accident, not only did he lose his arm and the job he loved, but also his optimism. Carthus became a pessimist, living in the here and now, not bothered by what may come, because he might not be there when it does. Although far from the joker he used to be, he is by no means humorless and still remains personally loyal to people he gets to know well enough. Although generally calm, he tends to get annoyed or lash out at disrespectful or religious people due to the antitheist ways of the Republic, much like other Narix. Weapons and equipment: The NR-13 is a civilian version of the NR-11. Although inferior to its military counterpart in every regard, it is still used by law enforcement due to its simplicity. Caliber: 10x30mm Magazine capacity: 15 Weight: 4 kg Muzzle velocity: 1200 m/s Military-grade armor Carthus requisitioned shortly before he quit the force and smuggled out in smaller pieces. Although he didn't get the exosuit that normally comes with it, it is still a fully sealed combat suit. He also had his modified with flight assistance software, turning it into a flight suit for his fighter. Fighter: The Marauder is a lightly armored fighter, capable of atmospheric flight, intended for interception and long-range patrols. The internal cockpit, which also doubles as a punchout capsule, can sustain the pilot for 48 hours. This can be refilled in-flight if a suitable atmosphere is present. Although the Narix don't allow individuals ownership of ships capable of spaceflight, crime and black market are ever present, and the only way for a Narix to gain such a ship, even military fighters. Primary hardpoints: 4 (pivot 50°/-10° vertical, 80° outward, 35° inward) Missile capacity: 20 (two internal missile banks, 10 each) Crew: 1 (pilot) Length: 19 m</s> <\|message\|>Luirae Driani Varieties of different lush planet life from all over the galaxy covered almost every inch of available space in this singular room, the room resembling more of a greenhouse than a place a person would sleep in and let alone live in. The floor had small walk ways, each one leading to the only clear spots that the plants had yet to invaded in the small bedroom space but that was the way the owner preferred it since it reminded her a bit of home. It wasn't to say that she collected them for her own pleasure though since almost every plant within the confines of the area had a medical purpose but she wouldn't deny the scent of the flowers were relaxing and the feel of the foliage gave the utmost comfort. Unfortunately, even the plants held no effect on Luirae Driani this day as her thoughts were a million miles away and she was still on edge from the earlier meeting. At this very moment, the multicolored woman was arched over her desk and listening to the recorder that sat on the neat little desk as her free hand quickly scribbled down notes while the other kept rewinding the data tape to listen once more to ensure nothing was missed.There was no doubt that they would be met with a slaughter but what had it been....Animal.....indigenous species or is it a factor that even the Committee is cautious about? Why else would they send someone to brief us instead of using the Holo-Cast as per usual? Those were only some of the thoughts swirling around in her mind and no matter how many times she replayed the tape or made notes of anything that seemed unusual, it wasn't helpful. A soft sigh left her lips as she plopped back into her chair, tilting her head up to the herbage ceiling and wishing she were closer to figuring out the answers to the questions plaguing her. It was a positive thing that she had thrown her long hair up in what the humans call a "ponytail" (such strange names humans had for things) earlier for Rae would surely be racking her fingers through it once more which is why she had pulled it up in the first place. Orange-ish irises slowly looked away from the roof, her focus going back to the desk as she reached for the porcelain tea cup, taking a long slow sip of the warm liquid as she let her mind slow down a bit and focus not on what happened but what she would need to do if their were survivors. Rae changed gears, placing her cup down before standing up to head to the infirmity when the ship did a violent jerk causing her to stumble forward. She braced herself, the crystals on her body hardening to take the impact as she flung across the floor and smashing into the wall. Pots lay shattered across the ground, plants overturned and in chaos after the disruption from FTLT. Luirae groaned, pushing herself up and looking over the damage of the room before looking at what had befallen of her own body. A few clay shards had imbedded into her skin, but lucky not deep and she was covered in dirt. The minor cuts littered on her body were already healing as she started to yank out the pieces, staining the once white tank top green and leaving holes in their wake. She pushed herself up, not wasting anytime fussing over cuts that would be gone soon and she grabbed her gun belt, slinging it around her waist with a snap. Bare feet padded against the metal floor as Rae rushed to the bridge the Captain's voice ringing through the speakers. "Crew of the Monroe to your positions! We got a pirate raid, four ships one injured. Make yourselves useful, and get to work! Anyone with a fighter get to it. We need to analyze their ships, find their weak spots, someone get on that! She finally reached the lift, slamming the button only to find it in use and quickly moving on to run up the stairs.</s> <\|message\|>Geu'rach Koh Ve'tame (Gee-you'rack Koh Vee'tah-may) The Captain's initial question was odd at first. Gue'rach could have reactively gone into specifics regarding his suit's capabilities but knew better in the end that this was not the time to detail such irrelevant facts and foresaw an intent behind the query. The follow-up question confirmed his suspicion as the Captain sought his opinion and likely his interest about putting a few holes into the attacking ships, provided the firing solutions would be offered from his crew mates. His suit had minutes previously detected aggressive changes within the Monroe's orientation despite him hardly feeling the effects. He concluded that the ship was taking evasive action in an attempt to escape the pirates efforts in boarding the vessel. Shame. Gue'rach would have liked to have greeted the pirates in person but it was evident that the Captain was not going to give the raiders any advantage over his vessel and would rather fight head-on if necessary. It was the not the fight he had anticipated on, however the notion thrilled the Auval'kotor warrior nevertheless and made him all the more eager to join the fray. "I would enjoy the challenge," Gue'rach brassly replied. Gue'rach immediately stowed his weapon to his suit's magnetic seal, seeing as how his Thomu Felma, however dangerous it was to any bipedal organism, would do very little against the hulls of raiding ships, even in their decaying states. With his crewmates probably nearing their analysis of the pirate vessels, he took no relaxation of the situation and hurried over to the hanger's armory, each heavy his footfalls resonating across deck. Pulling back the armory doors revealed a decent collection of ordinance pieces, ranging from hand-operated cannons to spare ship-weaponry and secondaries. He made his choice upon dialing-in the unlock code and authorization for one of the secured weapons, prompting several mechanical arms to unfold and extracted a deployable autocannon from the store's confines. Assisted by his suit's limb enhancers, Gue'rach grabbed and hoisted the heavy piece over his shoulders and began jogging toward the hanger doors. Upon arriving, he eased the heavy weapon off and rested between his right arm while interacting with the hanger door controls. The facility alarms soon blared with warning beacons beginning to rotating in their respective corners of the hanger, warning any unprepared personnel that the premise was about to be depraved of oxygen in preparation of the hanger doors and their bulkhead seals to unlock and retract for vacuum exposure. Luckily for him, he was the only one present. After the warning had passed, Gue'rach could see his HUD's environmental survey advising him of the declining oxygen levels within the hanger though the report ultimately didn't mean much to him since his suit had already secured a breathable atmosphere for him. Once the hanger finally became airless and all essential hardware such as the fighters were locked to the floor securely did the last airlocks slide in to the hull along with the doors. Gue'rach's suit, reacting to the encompassing changes of the environment quickly magnetized to the floor's surface just as he began to feel weightlessness of gravity trying to take over him. He grabbed the autocannon again and slowly made his way out the hanger door and on to an extended plank where he then positioned himself and armed the now featherweighted weapon over his arms. Eventually, the machine known as Nexus soon contacted him with the targeting solution data the Captain had promised earlier. Targeting information quickly filled his HUD, highlighting his quarry designated as Alpha with constantly shifting projectile paths as the Monroe continued down her slippery maneuvers. His suit already began assisting him as he took careful aim at his first target and allowed his crosshairs to sync up with the first solution. As Nexus pointed out, it was clear the pirate vessel in his sights was in bad shape with noticeable structural wear and missing external components. Still space worthy overall but certainly not ideal for combat, especially for what it was about to endure. "Very well," Gue'rach responed with a hint of insistent glee, "they'll rue they day they've chosen their prey so poorly!" Having been granted the order to engage, Geu'rach wasted no time and squeezed the firing mechanism of autocannon. Despite the effects of the vacuum of space suppressing all sound, Gue'rach could still register the muffled localized discharge of the weapon firing. A second passed by and the round went right on target, penetrating the hull of the pirate ship's low bow and instantaneously detonating. The ensuing explosion tore a noticeable hole in to the vessel as fragments of the weakened hull became spaceborne thanks the ensuring decompression. Gue'rach roared in triumph as he set loose another shot, this one driving in to the starboard section and blasting out a large gash into the ship. The savage result exposed two decks to the void and threw anything that wasn't properly sealed in out in to space. The exact amount of damage or casualties he was inflicting was unbeknownst to him from his distant position, whoever he remained focused on each solution and continued his assault upon the injured raider, progressively dismantling the Monroe's foe with each successful impact.</s>	<\|message\|>Carthus Ascari "Drop down, how do you 'drop' something in microgravity?" He thought as he tried to keep making unpredictable changes to direction and speed to avoid the pirate's uncertain fire. Narix commanders would issue these orders by stating the desired speed, heading and inclination relative to the ship's current attitude, but if this was the new commander's way, he'd have to adapt. Was this standard for Humans? And if it was, how did the Human military survive for so long? He hoped his new captain did not think in two dimensions. Perhaps Human soldiers let artificial intelligence think for them? Carthus had to hope he understood what was asked of him. He'll find out later. That, or they get killed if the maneuver fails or he does something the commander didn't want. Barring the last five years, this seemed like business as usual. Their assailants were careful, understandably, as they needed their ship intact by their own admission. The only destructively violent action would likely be taken against the crew itself. How he wished he had his rifle with him, but on the other hand it served as motivation to not let the space scum board at all. At the captain's word, events were set in motion. The Monroe's weapons sprung to life, focusing mostly on the damaged vessel, designated 'Alpha' by the machine that has taken up residence in the cargo hold. A stream of tracers tore into the Alpha, sending a shower of equipment and hull fragments loose like a wide-spread buckshot. Better to avoid those. A few more bursts such as that one would no doubt seal the ship's fate. In spite of the situation, an amused grin appeared on Carthus' face. Just as Raymond gave the word, Carthus turned the ship ninety degrees down and fired the main thrusters, slowly 'pulling up' again in a tightening arc that would land the Monroe on a path towards the Alpha. Then he would just have to make sure he didn't accidentally send the Monroe on a collision course with the pirate vessel, make corrections in case some of the hostile ships tried to block them again like the last two times and evade incoming fire, if at all possible. Hopefully the gunners would have a good enough shot at their intended targets. The more damage they could inflict upon the pirates now, the less effort it would take for someone sent to finish the job, but getting away was a priority. Maybe after getting that distress call sorted, the Monroe would be sent to intercept this band, this time on their terms. A little payback, the crew would certainly be motivated. Every few seconds, his gaze wandered to a row of indicator lights running along the top edge of his instrument panel, especially those that would alert him to engine damage, fires in crew compartments or drops in air pressure. He dreaded the moment they would light up.</s>
<\|description\|>Lizard Fighter Age: 19 Race: Lizardman Gender: Male Appearance: Lizard Fighter seems like your typical lizardfolk, huge, muscular, and intimidating. Except instead of browns and greens he's ruby red with a cream colored 'underbelly'. He stands at seven feet tall and has the build of a long time laborer, muscles rippling under that naturally tough hide. Some scars do litter his body, focused mostly in the arms and shins, except an obvious quadruple line running diagonally across his face. Barely missing his eyes. His garb is strange for a lizard man of the deep swamps. Fingerless gauntlets that retained the fur underneath and floofed out at the elbows. A thick hide vest with a fishnet shirt underneath with the same fluffy visibles like his hand protection. Strangely made pants of leather and canvas that left open pockets at his upper thighs, probably due to his tail. Digigrade leather wrappings that had connecting iron kneepads. To hold his ensemble up is a coarse leather belt with a pair of leather bags, one at the hip the other at the small of his back for his stuff. Height: 7'7" Eye Color: Emerald Green Hair Color: None Personality: Unlike what Lizard Fighter's gung-ho body looks like, his personality is very laid back. Preferring to lounge and watch others instead of actually doing extra activities with others. Maybe it was because of his reptilian nature, watching and being a lethargic behemoth. Although when he does interact, it's in almost a deadpan manner and incredibly blunt. The reptilian man never sugar-coated what he was saying or thinking. This lack of tact didn't earn him many friends back home. Despite his supposed laziness, he does get riled up. It's also very easy to do so, a lazy giant with a short fuse isn't very good. This probably ties into his animalistic tendencies, at the hint of aggression or provocation he returns it in force and forcing others to restrain him from going ballistic. Likes: Warm and Humid Climates, Exotic Foods, Wrestling and Tests of Strength. Dislikes: Cold Climates, Physical Weakness, Being Provoked. Hobbies: Trying New Foods, Basking in the Sun, Making Atlas Stones. History: Lizard Fighter had the typical upbringing of a lizardman. He was raised in the swamps to the South, learning to care for what the village had as soon as he could walk and speak. He quickly developed a deep seated need to take care of everything he earned considering certain things were harder to come by in a swamp than on dry land. Like quality metal, iron bacteria was plentiful but produced little of that hard metal. Although his people never wanted for food since they knew what to look for. Unfortunately Lizard Fighter wasn't adept at tracking, or hunting, or gathering non-poisonous substances for the younger tribe members. Eating so much poison gave him a big boost in his resistance to it, it tended to taste good dammit... He did excel at combat though, each member of the tribe when they reached eight started to learn basic weapon usage. It was here that he took up the lead, wrestling other youths into submission or disarming and knocking them to the ground. His people practiced with clubs, wooden spears, and claws. No metal until they were older so they didn't kill each other by accident. Of course accidents happen. L.F's rival raked his claws across his twelve year old face, leaving deep cuts that developed into the scars he adorned today. Training and real combat were different however, so he had been sent out years later to experience the world gain the experience needed. It was at this point L.F received an old knife and a buckler from his chief before being sent on his way. His people weren't blind to the world though and he had heard about Adventurer's. How often they fought and how far they explored. What better profession could there be for the 'savage of the swamp'. He followed rumors and directions to Palisade town, a place of beginnings for Adventurers or so they said. Adventuring Rank: Porcelain Equipment: * Studded Club: A hefty piece of wood with a simple leather binding at the tapered 'grip'. In the bulky head of the club are iron rivets to help concentrate the bludgeoning force into smaller areas for higher damage. Or so the shopkeeper said... * : A surprisingly huge blade, more like a small beefy sword than a knife, that protects the knuckles of the user with a sharpened guard. It has several cracks along the blade denoting its heavy usage along with a slightly rounded tip. * Buckler: The smallest of all of the shields, this is strapped to his forearm to leave his hands free. It's a thin piece of iron, dinged up and slightly rusted, with the typical bubble in the middle to ease impacts. * Leather Attire: Adorning the man were basic leather clothing. Albeit thick and much more crude than what humans normally made. Essentially it was hides turned inside out so the fur was inside, except the collar and hem of the vest. * Porcelain Adventurer's Tag Skills: * Athletic: Living in a swamp has its benefits. You learn how to move through tougher terrain, build strong muscles, and learn how to climb good. Lizard Fighter can perform long leaps, swim easily, climb where others can't, and traverse muddy terrain as if it were a dirt road. Of course the deeper the muck the slower he goes despite being used to it. * Toughness: Given his reptilian nature he has a tougher physique thanks to his scaled hide. Also thanks to taking many a blow back in his home while growing up. He can shrug off minor hits and mitigates some of the damage of stronger attacks. Either by changing the angle of how they hit or flexing to lessen the impact. * Poison Resistance: Due to living in a swamp the majority of his life he has become highly resistant to poisonous substances. Prolonged exposure will still affect him but it takes longer than the average human.</s> <\|message\|>Steppe Archer Seeing as how the Druid Girl was now mostly naked save for her underwear, the nomad girl would take it upon herself to hurriedly dig through her pack and toss her tribal dress at her. If they were going to go talk to that farmer, they should do it fully dressed. Of course, now it would have made more sense to give the dress to the naked girl...but...didn't want to overstep and undo Druid Girl's gesture. A smile was on her lips as Big Red carried the girl, and had the decency to offer a final rite for the deceased. It eased her mind a bit that they would at least have a funeral of some kind, even if it was an impromptu cremation far away from their homes. With torch in hand, the archer would carefully step through the cave's chambers as they ascended. Once the cool scent of the night's air broke the dank musk of the cavern, the archer would let out a sigh of relief. They'd still have to go get the two other adventurer corpses, but from here it looked like they were home free. "I can keep watch until we can move away from here. If you need to, by the way, you can cut some of my dress off for bandages. She needs it a lot more than I do," the archer said, not seeming to at all mind the idea of an important piece of her cultural identity getting scrapped for bandages. She just hoped that she could do good here...in reality, all she had managed to do was kill Goblins. She was of the mind right now that she was the weakest link amongst them; She didn't have the magical powers of the druid which, while only usable thrice had saved the Lizard Fighter's life, and the Lizard Fighter was possessed of a naturally resolute soul, capable of weathering pain and injury as if it was rain cascading off his scales. All she had was her bow. She was almost certain that if the two had gone alone, they would have been fine without her if not a bit worse for wear. If she and the Druid girl were alone, they would be dead for sure. If her and the Lizard Fighter were alone, she doubted that both of them would make it back alive. Within the girl was the growing desire for strength to protect others, wrapping tightly around her heart. ...She needed to be better.</s> <\|message\|>Druid Girl The thought of going back to that man and his farm didn't exactly excite Druid Girl. She had not found the farmer partcularly pleasant nor accomodating during their trip with him, but now wasn't the time to bring up and argue petty matters like personal dislikes. Sleeping in a barn was probably safer than sleeping outdoors, close to a former goblin nest... Though one was far more susceptible to burning than the other... Suddenly however, a piece of fabric came flying through the air and landed over Druid Girl's head. A short-lived moment of panic and confusion entailed, before the girl calmed down at hearing her nomad friend's words. Realizing her allies might not be too fond of one of their own struttijng around in her underwear, the Druid took the hint and slipped the horse-smelling dress on... Well, as best she could anyway, truth be told it was a bit snug and very tight over the chest... But she decided not to mention this, as she didn't want to seem ungrateful when a kind gesure was shown. The trek back through the cave and up to the outside was uneventful and solemn. The druid wanted to have helped pull one of the dead along with them, but honestly, pulling a fully limp body was a lot harder and more weighty then one might actually imagine. Loathe as she was to admit it, it'd probably just be faster if Big Red went back inside and nabbed the remaining deceased by himself, rather than she and Steppe Archer trying to pull or carry one each. The outside was, as one could imagine, dark and foreboding. A few stars dotted the sky, but the moons hadn't quite xlimbed too high as of yet. The dead goblins were all still there, near the entrance, lying in puddles of their own blood. It seemed nobody had come to disturb things while they were down in the tunnels, which was a relief. Making a clicking noise with her tongue, the little pixie came rushing over to the druid's side, circiling over her head a few times before landing in the girl's palm. Druid Girl said something quietly and the pixie saluted, taking off at high speed towards the treeline. Following not far behind, the druid began to gather and pick up dried branches and sticks, along with a few rocks and stones. She returned soon to the area just outside the cave's mouth, and set to work building a samll campfire, using one of the daggers she had grabbed before leaving the cave to make sparks. Once the fire was lit, she lay the remaining weapons - the hatchets and two knives, down on the ground and walked over to Big Red. "Put her down over there, on the patch of dry dirt near the fire. I'll look after her while you go get the others." She said, looking over the brutalized red-haired girl in the lizard's arms. She then turned to Steppe Archer. "Hey, could you do me a favor? Can you go with the pixie and look for some Pipini Herbs? The milk from their stems and their leaves can be used to heal wounds." The carammel-skinned girl requested, not before adding a description of the flower, of course. Apparently, Pipini herb was a sort of flower that grew near large rocks or boulders, with jagged-edged saw-like leaves and two small, red flowers at the very top. They could be found in almost any forest all throughout spring and summer. It was also one of the ingredients used in low-level healing potions... Of course, Druid Girl wasn't an alchemist, so her brewing some kind of recovery elixir was out of the question, but she could at least use the plant for some first aid. "Oh, and there's no need to rip up your dress." She added before long. "Her wounds aren't bleeding bad enough and, well, I'd need a pot to boil the strips of cloth in to make them safe for wound-covering anyway." The girl explained. After all, using non-disinfected rags as bandages were just as likely to cause further issues as they were to actually doa ny good. The little pixie zipped on over and spiralled around the nomad excitedly, landing on the lion-maned girl's shoulder and waving its arms energetically, apparently ready to go whenever.</s>	<\|message\|>Lizard Fighter The trip out of the cave was uneventful thankfully. There had been enough excitement and ambushes for the night, they didn't need any more. Not that he'd be able to do much except kick, his arms and hands were a little occupied. It was strange how the quality of air changed once they were out, it smelled...cleaner and less dark. The goblin corpses remained undisturbed, so nothing had come to loot or eat. Honestly what would eat one of these smelly unclean creatures? Still the girls spoke up, Archer saying she can keep watch until they decide what to do, and Druid Girl making a small fire and telling him to set the girl down on a dry patch. Shrugging he did as he was told before eying the dislocated foot of the injured woman. "Herbs and potions aren't going to fix that..." He said quietly before pulling his club from its loop. He wrapped a strip of cloth around its handle before placing it in the catatonic girls mouth. "I can reset it, but it's going to hurt more than the actual injury." He told the pair as he shifted himself. He was kneeling, on leg over on arm. The other foot holding down her other arm, and his tail was coiled around her uninjured leg. "As much as I don't want to waste anything...when I reset it you should probably give her the healing potion in my bag..." Big Red continued. He was no medic, no shaman, nor a doctor, but he could do something as basic as resetting a joint. And that's what he did. The girls leg and foot looked positively dainty in his hands. With a fast flexing pull and twist, and a rather nasty sounding pop and crack, he had the girls joint back in place. But he rotated the girls foot, making sure it was truly in while holding down her limbs with weight and muscle. Once she calmed down, assuming she was even aware enough to register the pain, he got up and went to the cave. It was time to get the remaining bodies and all the salvageable gear the goblins had. Daggers, knives, hatchets, whatever was metal was tucked into a loop or into his belt to be worked on later. The longsword he gave a once over. It was good quality. End...bringer? What a dumb name. A dumb name for a dumb sword... He thought as he shouldered the fighters corpse after getting the longsword in his belt. As he left he hoisted up the priests body like a sack of potatoes and was swift to leave the now worthless cave. Each deceased body was laid out, the bodies right next to each other. They'd need dry wood to light the bodies up...</s>
<\|description\|>Frisk Age: Young Species: Human Gender: Person Personality: Although sometimes coming across as eeiry in their momentary silences, Frisk is a quiet child with a kind spirit and has been observed as having an almost unrivalled levels of empathy and understanding for other beings, who is also strangely gifted in befriending near to anyone despite their mostly-silent nature. you are very determined... 9͏͟͜9̸9̷͝9̢҉99̵͢9̡9̷̢̛9̛͢9̵99͠9̕͡9́͘9̨9̷͞͡9̵͞͝9̕9̡́͟9̧̡҉9̡9͟͟9̶́9̕͢͠99҉̨9͞9̧9̀͟͠9̸̕9̴̛͠9̛͘9͟͞9̢́͟9̸̸9̵̕9͞9̷҉9̴̡9̨̧͞9̴99̕9͝҉̕9͘͘͝9̴̡9̸9̀͡9͞͏9͜͏9̧̢̕9͡99̵͞99̨́͜9͜9̡9́9̛9̸9̢̛9͝9̡99̶͠9̷9̢99͘҉͟9͏̧9̵̡9͡9̕͜9̵9̸̶9̸͜9̛͜9͘͝9̶̧99̶9̡99͏̕͠9̷9̵̡9҉̸̴9̛͟͜9̵͘9̀9̛9͢9̸͘9́99̵9͘9̸́9̀̕99̶͏͠9͝9̡99̸̴̶9͏̨9́9҉9̛͘9̨9̶̧̛9͘9̵ 9͏͟͜9̸9̷͝9̢҉99̵͢9̡9̷̢̛9̛͢9̵99͠9̕͡9́͘9̨9̷͞͡9̵͞͝9̕9̡́͟9̧̡҉9̡9͟͟9̶́9̕͢͠99҉̨9͞9̧9̀͟͠9̸̕9̴̛͠9̛͘9͟͞9̢́͟9̸̸9̵̕9͞9̷҉9̴̡9̨̧͞9̴99̕9͝҉̕9͘͘͝9̴̡9̸9̀͡9͞͏9͜͏9̧̢̕9͡99̵͞99̨́͜9͜9̡9́9̛9̸9̢̛9͝9̡99̶͠9̷9̢99͘҉͟9͏̧9̵̡9͡9̕͜9̵9̸̶9̸͜9̛͜9͘͝9̶̧99̶9̡99͏̕͠9̷9̵̡9҉̸̴9̛͟͜9̵͘9̀9̛9͢9̸͘9́99̵9͘9̸́9̀̕99̶͏͠9͝9̡99̸̴̶9͏̨9́9҉9̛͘9̨9̶̧̛9͘9̵ 9͏͟͜9̸9̷͝9̢҉99̵͢9̡9̷̢̛9̛͢9̵99͠9̕͡9́͘9̨9̷͞͡9̵͞͝9̕9̡́͟9̧̡҉9̡9͟͟9̶́9̕͢͠99҉̨9͞9̧9̀͟͠9̸̕9̴̛͠9̛͘9͟͞9̢́͟9̸̸9̵̕9͞9̷҉9̴̡9̨̧͞9̴99̕9͝҉̕9͘͘͝9̴̡9̸9̀͡9͞͏9͜͏9̧̢̕9͡99̵͞99̨́͜9͜9̡9́9̛9̸9̢̛9͝9̡99̶͠9̷9̢99͘҉͟9͏̧9̵̡9͡9̕͜9̵9̸̶9̸͜9̛͜9͘͝9̶̧99̶9̡99͏̕͠9̷9̵̡9҉̸̴9̛͟͜9̵͘9̀9̛9͢9̸͘9́99̵9͘9̸́9̀̕99̶͏͠9͝9̡99̸̴̶9͏̨9́9҉9̛͘9̨9̶̧̛9͘9̵ 9͏͟͜9̸9̷͝9̢҉99̵͢9̡9̷̢̛9̛͢9̵99͠9̕͡9́͘9̨9̷͞͡9̵͞͝9̕9̡́͟9̧̡҉9̡9͟͟9̶́9̕͢͠99҉̨9͞9̧9̀͟͠9̸̕9̴̛͠9̛͘9͟͞9̢́͟9̸̸9̵̕9͞9̷҉9̴̡9̨̧͞9̴99̕9͝҉̕9͘͘͝9̴̡9̸9̀͡9͞͏9͜͏9̧̢̕9͡99̵͞99̨́͜9͜9̡9́9̛9̸9̢̛9͝9̡99̶͠9̷9̢99͘҉͟9͏̧9̵̡9͡9̕͜9̵9̸̶9̸͜9̛͜9͘͝9̶̧99̶9̡99͏̕͠9̷9̵̡9҉̸̴9̛͟͜9̵͘9̀9̛9͢9̸͘9́99̵9͘9̸́9̀̕99̶͏͠9͝9̡99̸̴̶9͏̨9́9҉9̛͘9̨9̶̧̛9͘9̵ 9͏͟͜9̸9̷͝9̢҉99̵͢9̡9̷̢̛9̛͢9̵99͠9̕͡9́͘9̨9̷͞͡9̵͞͝9̕9̡́͟9̧̡҉9̡9͟͟9̶́9̕͢͠99҉̨9͞9̧9̀͟͠9̸̕9̴̛͠9̛͘9͟͞9̢́͟9̸̸9̵̕9͞9̷҉9̴̡9̨̧͞9̴99̕9͝҉̕9͘͘͝9̴̡9̸9̀͡9͞͏9͜͏9̧̢̕9͡99̵͞99̨́͜9͜9̡9́9̛9̸9̢̛9͝9̡99̶͠9̷9̢99͘҉͟9͏̧9̵̡9͡9̕͜9̵9̸̶9̸͜9̛͜9͘͝9̶̧99̶9̡99͏̕͠9̷9̵̡9҉̸̴9̛͟͜9̵͘9̀9̛9͢9̸͘9́99̵9͘9̸́9̀̕99̶͏͠9͝9̡99̸̴̶9͏̨9́9҉9̛͘9̨9̶̧̛9͘9̵ 9͏͟͜9̸9̷͝9̢҉99̵͢9̡9̷̢̛9̛͢9̵99͠9̕͡9́͘9̨9̷͞͡9̵͞͝9̕9̡́͟9̧̡҉9̡9͟͟9̶́9̕͢͠99҉̨9͞9̧9̀͟͠9̸̕9̴̛͠9̛͘9͟͞9̢́͟9̸̸9̵̕9͞9̷҉9̴̡9̨̧͞9̴99̕9͝҉̕9͘͘͝9̴̡9̸9̀͡9͞͏9͜͏9̧̢̕9͡99̵͞99̨́͜9͜9̡9́9̛9̸9̢̛9͝9̡99̶͠9̷9̢99͘҉͟9͏̧9̵̡9͡9̕͜9̵9̸̶9̸͜9̛͜9͘͝9̶̧99̶9̡99͏̕͠9̷9̵̡9҉̸̴9̛͟͜9̵͘9̀9̛9͢9̸͘9́99̵9͘9̸́9̀̕99̶͏͠9͝9̡99̸̴̶9͏̨9́9҉9̛͘9̨9̶̧̛9͘9̵ ... aren't you? DETERMINATION "The will to keep living... The resolve to change fate. Let's call this power... "Determination."" A power assumed to be innate to the humans of Frisk's universe, it supposedly stems from the strength of their individual souls. Even among humans, Frisk's own determination is exceptional, and their drive to continue has taken them through situations which would have eradicated many - if not any - other individual. Brief and simply, determination allows Frisk to creates SAVES and LOAD from them, however it has been shown to be capable of much, much more. Analysis Frisk is highly attentive of those around them and the environment, often identifying odd things which help them towards befriending others.</s> <\|message\|>Greater Beast Zelas Metallium In response to the man cracking his knuckles, Xellos put his hands up, hoping to make sure the behemoth understood that he was friendly. Xellos wasn't in the mood to fight this man, especially given how strong he was. Maybe this guy would be his new best friend while he was trapped in this place? Probably not, but if he didn't at least try to interact with him, Lady Zelas wouldn't be pleased. " I was across this planet, but I was getting fairly bored. I sensed your overwhelming power, and decided to come and say hello~! What are you up to in this mess of a . . . what looks to be a city~? "</s> <\|message\|>Kars @Gummi Bunnies Joylne Kujo "Yeah I think it's time to vamoose" The young woman now running behind Kirby to the palace,She could see Kars form the corner of her eye wondering why he was not going after her.With Kars disappearing into the portal she wondered why he didn't attack her unless he was taking his time with her. Kars Kars was waiting beside the portal waiting for the others to come join him. "Yes i am Kars….and I am the last of the Piller Men thanks to the Joestars.." Kars said to the two looking around the area,"So your organization….do you have room for one more?I plan on kill the Joestar bloodline and I think I will need help if she is making allies…" He then said towards Bowser. Indeed he would need some help killing Joylne whom he was mostly focused on.</s>	<\|message\|>Frisk Frisk, New York, Outside Grand Central Station Bunnies --- The child looked up at the knight behind squinted lids, appearing almost lazy in demeanour, remaining silent for a good few moments before just giving a non-committal shrug. Although non-verbal, it was as good an answer as any. Frisk honestly had no clue what was going on, they'd just been going with the flow. Admittedly, their grasp on the flow lead them to the extra dimensional toy train, so maybe they were onto something. "Don't know. Just been doing what feels right." They spoke in curt terms, just enough to develop upon the not-quite-so telling shrug. Frisk looked away from the knight - a rather brave thing to do considering their circumstances - and pointed in the direction of the palace. "Have you been there?" The toy train in Frisk's hand felt very evident, its presence never quite faded into the back of their mind, all the while remaining unaware of the other party in search of them within the station.</s>
<\|description\|>Metou Toribaba Clan: Shima Title: Eagle-Eyed Elder Gender: Female Age: 78 Race: Tengu Height: 4'5" Weight: 30 kg (~66 lb) Appearance: Current and younger appearance: (Metou's wings and hair are black, but her hair turned white with age. Her priestess attire (which should have more details than the sketch) is purple and blue. The robes she wears in the present are black and are made with a lot of crow's feathers, meant to mimic her old wings, and the dress she wears underneath is purple.) (And she should probably have an eyepatch as well.) Occupation: Mostly-Retired Sniping Trainer Notable Skills: Back in the day Metou was the sharpest eye around, despite having only one of them. Her accuracy is still pretty good, but her eyesight has deteriorated and she's not as quick on the trigger as she used to be. As a necessity of her powers, Metou knows how to preserve things in formaldehyde. Since retiring from combat, Metou has gotten decent at sewing clothing and gardening. When she was younger, Metou could fly short distances. However, she was always a bit heavyset for a Tengu, so she could never fly as far or for as long. Magical Abilities: Metou can shapeshift into others by removing their eye and inserting it into her empty eye socket. Though she'll possess their physical power and some of their muscle memory, any learned magical abilities or techniques will be inaccessible to her. Metou can transform for an hour at a time before the eyeball automatically pops out of her head, and rapidly transforming and untransforming tires her out, but she can do it a few times in a row with a couple seconds of break inbetween. As long as the eye is in her head, it functions as a living eye. If Metou shapeshifts into someone, anything she wears or was carrying disappears and she gains whatever the person she shapeshifts into was carrying. If she removes something from her person when transformed, that object will stay off and disappear when she takes on a different form, and then reappear in the same location when she takes on that form again. If she changes any of that form's inventory it will disappear when she leaves that form and reappear when she takes on that form again. In essence this means that Metou can change the outfits and equipment of her alternate forms and keep them consistently without permanently duplicating items. Any damage that happens to Metou in one form happens to all of her forms, as well as any recovery from injuries that occurs. Ki Techniques/powers: None Weapons: Rifle - Accurate and useful for long distances. In her prime she could load a shot in 3 seconds, in her old age it takes her 6. Pistol - Not Metou's speciality, she carries this only for defending herself in close quarters. Other Gear: Formaldehyde Jars - Metou possesses 6 jars of formaldehyde that hang from her person, used for storing eyeballs. Eyeball - The eye she lost when she was 18. Inserting this eye transforms Metou into her younger self. Walking Stick - Wooden, and has a U-shape for a handle. Metou can use this to prop up her rifle and keep it steady. Also, she needs it to walk at any reasonable pace. Metal Scoop - Looks sort of like an iron ice-cream scoop with a sharp, tapered end. It's used for "extracting" eyeballs. Personality: Most people think Metou grew crotchety and irritable with age, but that only had a minor effect of Metou's personality. Ever since her banishment Metou was always bitter and jaded, even after Shima treated her well. Unlike many others of her age, Metou had no qualms about increasing the military might of the clan, though as an outsider her opinion wouldn't be worth as much. Metou is passionate about defending Shima and disinterested in the politics of other clans or in people who pursue power. It may seem hypocritical but due to her upbringing Metou still distrusts spirits and magic in general, and is even uncomfortable about using her own powers. Brief history: Metou was born and raised in the Dokutsu Clan, or Dokutsu Town depending on who you ask, a small reclusive village hidden in the mountains populated by both humans and tengu (and an oni who liked the atmosphere). Like Shima this clan was neutral and well-protected, but they preferred not to communicate or interact with any other clan at all, and a unique culture developed as they were cut off from the rest of Baji. The people of Dokutsu forbade the practice of magic among their people, believing it to be the source of the corruption and war that plagued the other clans below them. This made Metou's discovery of her own latent powers a bit of bad news. Metou served as a religious figure in the town, somewhat akin to a shrine maiden, and helped guide the village in prayer to keep them safe from the world around them. In addition she lead many of the towns customs from the birth of a villager to the death of one, and helped protect the town from interested parties with a rifle. When she was 18 Metou lost her eye while constructing a new building for the town, and in an act of desperation tried to replace the severed eye. It functioned perfectly, but Metou knew it could only be magic that allowed it to do so. She kept the eye preserved, being familiar with the chemicals used in village customs to preserve the dead, and experimented with her power in secret. She discovered that she could transform into animals using their eyes, but she was eventually discovered by the village when she was 20 and banished. After a year of travelling Metou found residence with the nearby Shima clan, and she used her skill with a firearm to give herself a place in her new home. During her years living in the Shima clan she served as a sentinel, participated in a few military skirmishes, traveled occasionally and had a few lovers but never married. Though Shima would have been more accepting, out of habit Metou rarely ever used her powers, and most people don't know she has them. When she got too old to bother standing watch with a gun in hand, she helped train new guards in the art of accuracy. Metou tries to help out as best she can, but as others take over her old job she leaves her house less and less. Though she lives in a hut on the outskirts of her town, Metou is still well-known around the village.</s> <\|message\|>Tarou Sasaki The words of the Shima Clan's Daimyo rang through Tarou's ears, his ears perked up, and tail swishing left and right in an excited way. Many times in the past had the Sasaki Clan brought honor to their family, but none would be greater than this. For years, Tarou had never understood the reasoning to the Sasaki Clan's love for the Shima, but he understood it today. It was a tight friendship and if it was not for them, they would still be a brutish and bloodthirsty clan, as well as an enemy of the Shima Clan. He felt gratitude for being allowed on this quest by the Shima Daimyo and was ready to take on this journey, no matter how dangerous it was. After the ceremony, he approached the Daimyo and bowed to him. "As The Rising Sun of the Sasaki Clan, I hope that my service will increase friendship between our peoples. May your rule, family, and clan continue to live in prosperity, My Lord." He bowed once more, as much as he could, as a sign of great respect and trust. He was, after all, a most beloved friend of the Sasaki Clan. "I shall do everything in my power to aid you in your time of need." He then turned to meet his partners, the ones that he was eager to greet. At first, Tarou was unsure of how to approach them, since they all came from different backgrounds. Of course, one man would break the ice. He would bring encouragement to Tarou. Of course, Yuudai would bully him in a friendly manner. Tarou laughed, giving Yuudai a pat on the back, "Be any more rougher with him and you'll kill the poor man. He only chuckled more until he was approached by the very same man, grabbing onto Tarou's shoulders, and asking him for one thing: "I ask for the speed and cunning of the Sasaki Clan's heir and in return I give you and your clan The Dog's loyalty." Jiang Baji said to him, which made Tarou smile. "You are a strange individual, but I will give you these things my friend, that is a promise. Tarou thought for a second, wondering more about the lost artifacts as he began to think to himself. Who could have taken them and for what purpose? He felt a need to confront the Daimyo straight away, as his scholarly side took over him. "Lord Shima, I have a question, if you do not mind. I was wondering if you had any evidence on these people that took them. Surely they must have left some clues behind? He took out a small parchment of paper and a quill, ready to write down anything that Lord Shima had for him.</s> <\|message\|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin') This was exciting. Everything was exciting. The Shima Daimyo could only make things even more exciting as a speech was given about his deepest gratitude and as everything could only be hyped up even more, knowing they were going to be the clan's biggest hope to get the relics returned just made everything feel amazing. If there was a way to describe Gin right now it would be anxious, finding the excitement to be oddly overwhelming as time went on. If there wasn't food during the ceremony there probably would've been little to stop him from feeling nerve-stricken over what he had to do despite his deepest desire to find what was stolen from them. To hear the Shima Daimyo to give them such high praises and hearing not a peep about what he and some of his team were made everything so much better, finally given peace from terrible looks and words the first time in his life. To be the shortest half-Oni of the group was going to be tough on Gin. He had a lot of competition even if there was nothing to win other than the respect of his peers. He must hold a lot of trust if he was given this chance regarding his appearance, but he shouldn't have to care about that right now. Feeling proud with shaky knees he eased up after Lord Shima granted them time to get ready. Giving a quick bow before his attention turned to the rest of the group. This was going to be quite the tough journey even with his strength and durability, his trust that these people would allow him to protect them resting on the hope that they didn't underestimate him. Adjusting his cloak gently he brushed his shoulders down, letting out a sigh before turning towards the one named Jiang Baji. He was quick to familiarise himself with the group, giving them his praise and confidence he could protect them in return. Smiling hopefully up at him, he searched his words for their true meaning, his smile slowly fading before he let out a grunt as his hair was ruffled. What a great first impression that was: it sounded like the guy didn't know what he offered on the table at all. He'll show him height didn't matter, show him he was more than just determined to do what everyone else was hoping to do too. Snorting as he adjusted his messy hair into something a little less messy, Gin was back on his way to victory. He didn't have anything to ask the Daimyo, he knew what he had to do and was well prepared for it; however, the only thing he didn't know was whether this group really was compatible with each other. He would soon see for himself. He will show everyone what he is made of, in the end. Everyone will be singing his praises once he returns and everyone will see half-Oni were not dumb brutes inferior to both Oni and Human, especially when there was so many of his kind in the group.</s>	<\|message\|>Metou Toribaba Though it contributed to her reputation as an outsider separated from the clan's customs, someone not truly to be trusted as an elder in the village, Metou normally stayed on the outskirts of festivities. It may have been her upbringing and subsequent banishment from a village that frowned upon anything excitable, but Metou was always uncomfortable in an energetic crowd. Unfortunately, shying away wasn't an option at this particular festival. As a volunteer to recover Shima's stolen relic, Metou was now one of the guests of honor. Metou wore her nicest eyepatch just for the occasion, adorned with crow feathers. When it came time to address the lord, Metou made her way towards the others, each step of hers requiring the aid of her walking stick and loudly slapping together the bottles she hung on her body. She ignored how the others returned Lord Shima's words, as she had to focus on what to say herself. Metou only found herself snappy in a conversation when she needed to lie, giving respect wasn't one of her strong suits. 'Whatever you say, don't tell him you'll 'keep an eye' on everyone else,' Metou told herself sternly. Instead she answered, "I'm honored that you accept my aid, Lord Shima. It is always my pleasure to serve our clan in times of crisis." She vowed to at least make sure that the Lord's seal was not abused in their representative duties. One of her allies in this endeavor began addressing each of the members of the group individually. Now that was a ritual Metou definitely did not plan on involving herself in, but she appreciated his words of praise, especially when she say how Yuudai responded. When Jiang asked for her wisdom, Metou could only chuckle. She never thought about herself as wise, no matter how many people thought of her as an elder or a teacher. Only when Jiang moved to talk to the half-oni next to her did something Jiang said sink in. 'What does he mean I'll see the end of this journey?' Metou thought with a twisted and puzzled look on her face. 'Does this cur think I can't handle myself? Or that my life is too short for a long trip like this?' Metou glanced an eye up at Gin, who also seemed to receive a bit of a backhanded compliment. The half-oni stood about a head over the old woman. "Don't worry, you still tower over at least one person here," Metou said, hoping to lift his spirits. Of course, Metou was about half a foot taller when she was younger, and she was embarking on this journey to find an opportunity to exercise her magic. Metou hoped her words weren't just setting Gin up for a fall later on.</s>
<\|description\|>Caelum Liquin Nickname(s): Cae, or Little Cae by her family elders. Gender: Female Age: 11 House: Hufflepuff Appearance: A thin little thing with dusty ginger skin and a button nose. Her long nappy hair is carefully braided and twisted, sometimes it is left dangling about her shoulders, sometimes coiled up into a bun, crown, or other interesting arrangement. At 11 years old she is a stick, with no womanly curves to speak of. She will try to make up for what she 'lacks' with a daring shade of lipgloss, a black-winged eye, or a set of heels. She has a fashion sense and an eye for detail that is more mature than most her age (which the uniform robes will certainly dampen). Wand: Wood of yew with core of Kelpie Hair. Pet: None Strengths: - Visual Arts: A talented artist, she will not be seen without a pen or pencil in her hand. She has had a lot of practice and is quite advanced in muggle art techniques, but none of wizards. - Detail oriented: Her eye for artistic detail translates to other aspects of her life. Small things make a huge difference to her. She has a nearly photographic memory. Words, numbers, and names all stay neatly organized in her head. - Well mannered: The well socialized young woman knows her manners and etiquette, and knows what is appropriate in various social settings. She is not shy to meet or talk to anyone, and is even comfortable around adults and authority figures, unlike others her age, she might have a leg up in social situations. Weaknesses: Superficial and vain. - Vain: Growing up the daughter of a plastic surgeon and a model, Caelum was taught that making sure you look good is perhaps the most important part of your day. She will spend a lot of time and energy on her appearance, and judge others by theirs. - Superficial: Caelum was well socialized by her mother, but she met many people without knowing them very well. So her social interactions with others have rarely gone past surface conversation. She will have trouble establishing deeper relationships with others, as she is accustomed to superficial acquaintances. - Weak willed: Caelum speaks volume with her pencil but softly with her voice. She will not assert herself or confront another. She would rather do as they say, or avoid the trouble. This makes her somewhat easy to manipulate, as she would rather not fight back or be contrary to a stronger personality. Personality: Cae is eager to learn and very talented. She has a bit of an ego, and is very critical of herself and others, particularly when it comes to appearances. In that way she is superficial. She grew up seeing adults with many acquaintances but no close or permanent connections. The most important quality of others is what they could do or their status in society, not who they were inside. This perspective makes it difficult for her to relate to others on a deeper level, and also reflects in her art. She is very good technically but often her work lacks 'soul' or an emotional quality. History: Caelum was raised in London. Her father is a plastic surgeon and her mother a model, both muggle and ignorant of the wizarding world. They believed in magic abstractly. Her father made 'magic' happen with his medical instruments, and her mother made 'magic' happen with her body and a camera. 'Little Cae' made 'magic' with her crayons. That was all they knew until an owl delivered a letter to Cae in their high rise apartment… Her mother and father divorced when she was very young. Her father took full custody, though she saw her mother very often. Her parents get along well, while her mother remarried twice after and is currently single. Her father never remarried, he is an introvert who mostly keeps to himself and keeps busy. He entertains the occasional girlfriend, but nothing that lasts more than a few months. Her mother has a large network of friends and toted 'Little Cae' along on countless fashion shows, gallery openings, concerts, films, holiday parties, so on and so forth. Cae quickly developed self control obtained only by children who spend too much time with adults. Unlike her mother, Cae is introverted. She loved going places with her mother but preferred to stay quiet and watch. She always brought along a little designer purse full of crayons and paper, keeping herself quietly occupied with doodling. Her doodling became quite good as she got older, and her mother knew plenty of artists to mentor her young talent. Crayons turned to color pencils, which turned to watercolors and acrylic... Her parents had been considering sending Caelum to a private arts-focused school when they got the letter. At first Cae did not want to go to 'Hogwarts'. If it was so great why hadn't they heard of it? Besides, she wanted to be an artist not a magician. (Caelum thought it was some sort of stage-magician's school. She had met a few magicians, and saw through all their tricks! She certainly did NOT want to be like them!) Then then the neighbors from downstairs showed up. Impeccable timing. They were there to congratulate Little Cae on 'getting her letter'. 'But how did you know?' her parents asked. 'Why, we saw the owl! We knew it had to be for little Cae!' The neighbors downstairs were kind but they never spoke much. Firstly because in the city it is customary to ignore your neighbors, and secondly they always seemed a bit strange. They were unnerved to hear that Cae did not want to go, and invited her over for tea to talk it over. They claimed to be wizards themselves, and promised that they were not stage magicians. They showed Cae what Wizard artwork looked like. Moving paintings. Caelum was amazed. It did not seem like making a cartoon, it seemed like making something alive. Cae instantly changed her mind. She wanted to learn magic for herself and how to make her own paintings alive. NPCs: Gregory Liquin: Father, muggle, a successful cosmetic surgeon. Serious and even tempered. Wealthy, handsome and refined. Cae lives with her father, who supports her in all her endeavors. Cindy Lquin: Mother, muggle, a model and actress. Outgoing and gorgeous. Spunky and Sexy. Cae does not live with her mother but sees her very often and go out on weekend shopping trips, parties, and trendy cafes.</s> <\|message\|>Caelum Liquin Compartment 2 NPCs: Tim PCs:Dani, Pete, Pearle "Damn it Wade..." Tim scowled as he looked into the hallway. He nearly missed Dani's chalkboard communications. He quickly glanced back into the compartment and caught the chalkboard in the corner of his eye. He did a double take, then read it over, his furrowed brows rising at the unexpected method of the communication. He didn't comment on it at this time. He pushed his way into the hall. Touching the shoulders of his teammates as the spilled out into the hall. "What's going on?" he asked them, trying to peer over their heads. "What did they say?" Compartment 3 NPCs: Wade PCs: Rozie, Julius, Jake, Magnus, Moirah "I don't give a flying fuck about houses!" Wade spat. "Did you hear what they called us?" His face was red with rage, reason would find no purchase in his mind. "Fuck the Penguin, Fuck them, and Fuck you!" Wade had large hands. They were wide and broad palms with thick sausage like fingers, he had one finger that was double jointed. He used these rather than his wand on Julius. He would lash out to shove Julius in his chest. Wade didn't have a plan. He might have been satisfied to let the first two suffer under his hexes. Yet, everyone who now appeared before him seemed an enemy. He could not resist the urge to shove Julius out of his sight. There was a chorus of voices behind him, goading him on into action, the rest of the quidditch team hollering for their houses 'honor'. Wade didn't actually hear them, there was only a murmuring sea of noise to his red ears. In the Hallway between the compartments. NPCs: Zeva, Nathaniel PCs: Alaric, Charlotte Alaric would fall at Zeva's harsh treatment. Falling back to the floor and against the wall of the hallway. As the Slytherin poured out of the compartment, most paid attention to Wade, but others noticed Zeva and her brawl. "Zeva! That's enough..." Nathaniel was bounding up the hall on his long stork-like legs. Zeva whipped out her wand-arm, with out saying word, her jinx jumped form her wand and hit his feet. Then the long legs that once made so much progress were stiff as stone, stuck in place. Nathaniel threw out his arms trying to keep his balance as he was suddenly forced to stop. "Wooooahah!" he exclaimed with dismay. Zeva shot a look to Charlotte. There was no one between the two girls, one first year and one third. She asked the young Cheerful girl a serious question with her dark eyes. Would Charlotte interfere?</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Éathliel Okay. Now, Rozalia was pissed. Hair flaming to the crackling red of fire, she stumbled backwards slightly as the hex made its work known to her, various bogeys flying around her face as she whipped her own wand out. 'Honestly, what a childish hex! I'd love to get my hands on the immature imbecile who invented it.' She thought to herself grimly as she raised her wand - not pointing at Wade, but at herself. Leo had warned her about bullies, and how 'trigger-happy' they could be with her wands. So, naturally, he'd taught her a few things before beginning school. Although this was her first time actually doing the spell - for obvious reasons - she had practiced plenty with wooden sticks at home, Leo showing her how to do all the waving and whatnot properly. "Finite Incantatem!" She managed to get the muffled command through all of the flying bogeys, and they vanished with a small poof. Although immensely proud of herself for managing a Grade 2 Spell - a few streak of blonde appeared amid the sea of red for a moment at this - her attention turned towards the distracted Wade before her. In the process of pushing Julius, he left himself open to plenty of attacks from Roze. Stepping forward and her right leg swinging up behind her, it moved in a swift pendulum movement, her hard, conversed foot aiming straight between Wade's legs.</s> <\|message\|>Julius Mars Hillshire Julius since he was five had been taught relentlessly how to box. It wasn't for serious fighting, just for exercise, but he enjoyed it and put his all into these workouts. Physically speaking, Wade was much, much stronger than he was, by virtue of age, however, Julius was not about to let him just shove him down like nothing. The smaller boy weaved under his hand, getting withing half an arms length. His mind was in slight disarray, so whatever was the best thing to do at that moment slipped Julius mind. He abandoned his body to instincts and muscle memory and as he ducked, he shoved his shoulder into Wade to try and throw him out of balance, then threw and right hand straight towards the older boys liver. Age gap or no, if this connected, there would be no doubt that Wade would be feeling this for hours.</s>	<\|message\|>Caelum Liquin Compartment 2 NPCs: Tim PCs:Dani, Pete, Pearle Tim had disappeared from view. The members of compartment three could hear things escalating outside. It looked like some of the Slytherin were now fighting one another. Someone gargled a spell. Black inky water washed into compartment two. Then two slytherin rolled in, grappling one another. A few more followed after them shouting 'helping' as they saw fit... Compartment 3 NPCs: Wade PCs: Rozie, Julius, Jake, Magnus, Moirah Wade buckled in half as Rozie kicked him where it mattered most… then fell flat over onto his side as Julius delivered a punch to his liver. A stream of curses streamed from his lips as he lay prone on the ground… His teammates witnessed the attack. They scowled and pushed on toward the first years to avenge their fallen team-mate (They stepped on Wade in over to reach the first years…). Wands and fists and teenaged angst exploded within compartment 3. In the Hallway between the compartments. NPCs: Zeva, Nathaniel PCs: Alaric, Charlotte, Caelum The door to compartment 6 made a loud crashing noise. It flew off the hinges and hit Nathaniel where he stood. The boy buckled at the knee and fell over unconscious. Zeva looked startled, blinking in wonder at the now-smoking door frame. She looked quizzically at Charlotte, as if the girl might know what had just happened. Did the first years have a secret weapon of some sort in there? The rowdy behind her Slytherin were attracted to the noise like moth to a flame…</s>
<\|description\|>Anthony Noll Birthday 11/06/1993 Age 23 Appearance Height- 6'3" Weight- 168 lb. Other prominent traits- You won't see it often, but if Anthony takes off his shirt, you'll see a small Gothic Quatrefoil tattoo on his right shoulder. Anthony is actually quite fit, due to his daily jogs around his area. Tall and lean, he is surprisingly attractive, for a Library Worker. He has black hair, medium length, and steel grey eyes. Position Roommate of Axel in apartment 2B. Secret .... Why do you want to know? School Anthony is a Sophomore in the Industrial Design program at the University, but he is considering switching to Graphic Arts. Occupation Paid Help in the University Library. He has actually been proven to be invaluable to Ms. O'Niel and Mrs. Grady, the librarians there, and works there, between classes. Personality Anthony is a quiet individual, not melancholic, just quiet. He doesn't speak much, but he can exhibit more than depressing emotions. He can be found to be quite funny, if one can get past the quietness of the guy. He is open about his arrhythmia, but doesn't let his heart condition slow him down. Short Bio Millington. Apparently, Everytown, USA. Well, that's what most people think of it. However, Anthony was born to a family in an even smaller town, even farther away from major cities than Millington. It fulfilled every single expectation of Everytown, including the nuclear family living in the suburbs. Anthony was the older brother of the family, and has a younger sister, Maddie, who he was extremely protective of. However, all of it changed in the Autumn of 2008, when, after he had collapsed on the sidewalk, after jogging a little harder than normal in the morning. They wouldn't have found him, too, if not for his ringing cell phone. Maddie, who was going through a breakup with her boyfriend, was texting him, seeking advice. Needless to say, her priorities changed. For the next three months, Anthony underwent a series of tests, which led to him being unable to run on the track team, which led to his team losing in most of the categories. This hit Anthony pretty hard, and he became more withdrawn, and even tried to commit suicide once, in the hospital, by trying to OD on some pills the Nurse had set on the sleeping table next to his bed. In a painful twist of fate, his suicide attempt was foiled, by the one thing he was trying to stop. His heart. He had an attack, and dropped the pills, right before he ingested them. The doctors stabilized him, and placed him under Suicide Watch, all the while coming closer to discovering the reason why he had multiple instances of cardiac arrest. He had had Arrhythmia for a while, the doctors had discovered, but he didn't know it. It was a gradual onset, from a loss of breath, beyond the normal at a track meet, to a particularly painful ache in his chest, to the full-blown cardiac arrest that landed him in the hospital in the first place. Luckily, his Arrhythmia, while serious, was easily treated with the standard programs and medicines, and he was out within the month. Unfortunately, he was unable to join the track team again, due to his condition, but was taken back to the school as a hero, a survivor of an encounter with death. He finished off his last two years of high school happily, being awarded for surviving, and being a former member of the track team, which of them, his senior classmates carried him out of the Auditorium on their shoulders, and took him out to party. He got a scholarship for his condition, his involvement in the track team, and his grades, at Millington University, which he took as soon as possible. It was only a few hours away from his hometown, and he could study whatever he wanted. He has been at the school for two years, and is fairly well known in the Arts Department, particularly as the one kid from Industrial Design who would contribute pieces for the set for the Performing Arts, or that one guy who would collab with a Graphic Arts student to create a statue or something for a campus competition. He is known to the Music department for minoring in Lyric Writing, and being a fairly decent singer. Other students would've seen him around the library.</s> <\|message\|>Olivia Nicole Reese "Liv" or "Ollie" Olivia pulled her knees to her chest as she waited for the family meeting to start. James came to sit by her, and she nodded in reply to him and then sweetly rested her head on his shoulder. Riley stood in front of everyone, and then James covered Olivia's ears as Riley started pelvic thrusting into the air. Unfortunately just a tad too late, as Olivia heard Kylie's comment about Claire being an easy slut. It seemed like a jab at Olivia's virginity status, not the Kylie knew anything about that. As far as anyone was concerned, Olivia was still a pure innocent little girl. Shame and self-hate filled her mind. She bit her bottom lip and stared down at the floor. Kylie was kind of right, it was basically her fault that He had done that to her, she had to be asking for it in some way like a slut right? She wondered if she should just tell everyone the truth right now. What would they all think, what would they do? She remained silent as she looked back up at Riley, and buried the thought of speaking up inside her heart. Olivia raised her eyebrows at Riley, just like their mother always did when she wanted Rye to stop with the pervert stuff. When Riley pulled out the old beanie baby, Olivia smiled remembering their parents happily bringing it out for family meetings and peace talks between bickering siblings. James uncovered her ears, since the mischief seemed to be over. She fidgeted with the end of her left braid as she always did anytime she was feeling anxious or nervous. Riley began the summery of today's terrible events. She was not really listening, but he caught her attention with two words... "Elliot's Back". She lifted her head from James's shoulder and listened for more information. Elliot Longstreet had lived on their block her whole life up until about five years ago when he vanished. He had been Sophia's best friend, and Olivia's first crush. In fact she remembered asking Elliot to marry her when she was five years old. She had been dressed in a juice stained Cinderella costume and a plastic tiara, when she handed Elliot a bundle of flowers she picked out of her mom's garden. "When I grow up will you marry me?" She had asked giving him puppy eyes and hugging his leg. Olivia's cheeks turned red for a split second remembering her embarrassing past. She had been completely infatuated with Elliot when she was little, and spent a good amount off her childhood following him and Sophia around the neighborhood on her pink hello kitty bike. The one Elliot had taught her to ride without training wheels when she was six. As long as she was not annoying Sophia, she was usually welcomed along on their tween adventures, typically riding piggy back on Elliot. Then Riley explained their mother's medical marijuana use to Olivia, and she just glanced over at Kylie rather peeved. She sighed looking back at Riley who still had the beanie baby, though no one seemed to be respecting the beanie baby talking rule. The idea of changing the diner in anyway hurt her inside. It was their parents dream. She understood they were under a lot of stress, and it was a burden but she didn't want anything else to change, too much had already. Olivia wished she could help her family more. She wished that she was older and could take over the diner and stop being a burden to her older siblings. Their lives were on hold all because she was too young to legally take care of herself. They should be starting their lives and doing what they pleased without worry. Their mom had been so proud when they got accepted to college, and Mom would gush about her early twenties. She would talk about how she backpacked through Europe with her friends, joined a sorority, how she met Dad at a Duran Duran concert in California, and then they joined the Peace Corps straight out of college. Dad had his stories too, about his time before marriage and babies. He always talked about how he got his pilot license; how he was a bar tender in Vegas, that one time he sat next to Cindy Crawford on a flight to Australia for a surfing competition, and he would talk about the summer when he and his friends followed their favorite band on tour all across the west coast. Olivia said nothing though; as she let her siblings make the decision about the diner.</s> <\|message\|>Tara Groth Collab with @Knight of Doom and @BlueAjah Giggles echoed throughout the air as two small girls sat beside each other within the playground's sandbox. Claire couldn't help but smile as she watched them create pathetic sandcastles with plastic shovels and buckets. Both of their dark hair was decorated in adorable braids and she was almost sure the two were sisters. A faint smile spread across her lips. Growing up as an only child, Claire had always thought about how life would be like with a sister. Someone she could have played with or talked to every night. It would have been fun, she supposed. Then again, that would have meant less attention from her parents and Claire wasn't sure she could handle that. A soft noise vibrated from Claire's pocket. Riley had sent her a text, stating he would be there in 15 minutes. Claire smiled again and stopped within the middle of the path. To Riley: Can't Wait! <3 A girl dressed in an extremely attractive workout getup passed Claire as she texted Riley. Something about the girl seemed oddly familiar yet she knew they had never met. Shrugging, Claire continued jogging. As Tara did interval training around the park, her path eventually was in sync with the petite blonde she saw earlier. Claire looked toward the girl running beside her with curiosity. She seemed fairly healthy and fit, enough to rock a sports bra and look good that is. The girl's eyes however, were a bright red color and Claire couldn't help but stare at them. Distracted, Claire didn't have time to stop herself before her foot tripped over a small rock on the ground. A cry of pain escaped her mouth as she fell, scraping her right knee. Way to go… She silently cursed as she pulled up her sweat pants, examining the bloody mark. She gasped at the pain, biting her tongue to stop herself from screaming. A few tear droplets fell down her face as she tried her best to breathe. Slowing to a stop, Tara looked behind her at the bleeding girl. Sighing she knelt down next to her. "You okay?" She asked, examining the wound. It wasn't too bad, if it had been her with wound, she would have just walked it off without even bothering to take care of it. However, not everyone was her. Looking up into the bright eyes of the girl she was almost sure was Tara, the best friend of her boyfriend, Claire nodded slightly. The wound needed to be treated before it got infected in any way. She shuddered at the thought of getting sick from such a clumsy mistake. "I'll be fine, I just need to get to my car. Thank you though, Tara." Claire hoped she wasn't wrong. Riley had talked often about his best friend and her glowing red eyes. Wobbling to her feet, Claire began limping back to her car. Tara was a bit stunned at the mention of her name. Had she introduced herself? Or perhaps she was just that popular. Preferring the latter option, the confused female watched the mystery girl hobble away to her car. If she decided she would handle it on her own, so be it. Shrugging, Tara pushed her ear buds back into her ears and went back to her run.</s>	<\|message\|>Anthony Noll It was about 2:15 when Ami returned, asking for the key, barely restraining her impatience. Anthony nodded, and smiled at the girl. "Sure, just remember to let me in when I come back! It'll probably be around midnight or so, sorry if I wake you up!" With that, he went back to work stacking the shelves. Eventually, Ms. O'Niel approached him, apologetic look on her face. "Um... Anthony, there's... something Mrs. Grady and I would like you to do in the back room." Anthony, smiling, set down the books on the cart, and turned to her. "Why of course, Ms. O'Niel! I'd be happy to help!" Leaving the book cart behind, he followed Ms. O'Niel, making light conversation. They chatted all the way there, but when they reached the room, Ms. O'Niel got quiet, and acted uncharacteristically nervous. "Hey, I don't want to presume, or anything, but... Inside, there's a really, really heavy box that neither Mrs. Grady or I could budge. Could you move it out of the way, please?" The look on Ms. O'Niel's face was so pitiful, so morose that she couldn't do it herself, that Anthony had to do help her out, even if he wasn't going to already. Laughing, Anthony patted her on the shoulder, and passed her, entering the back room. The room everyone called the 'back room' was actually the library's archives, with a fairly high ceiling, and with stacks of cardboard boxes, manila folders, newspaper clippings, VCR tapes, journals, and other firsthand accounts. In the back of the room, in a dusty corner, a heavy wooden steamer trunk, banded in metal, not locked, but secured against flopping open at any old time. Moving over to the box, he smiled at Mrs. Grady, and rolled up his sleeves, and picked it up, grunting after he found out it weighed much more than expected. Walking over to where the librarians had wanted him to move it to, a sorting room, with white collapsible tables that had various other documents awaiting categorization. Setting it on a table, he unlocked the latch, and flipped the lid open. Inside, were a whole bunch of dusty papers, photos, and thick, metal-bound books. Cracking his knuckles, he waved the librarians over, and they got to work. --- "Have a good day, Ms. O'Niel, Mrs. Grady!" Anthony waved at the two librarians as he left via the front door. Organizing the trunk's contents had taken quite a bit longer than expected, although there was more than enough time to get ready for his date tonight. Walking out to his Crown Vic, he unlocked the door, and got into the car, backing out of the parking space. Maybe he would take the scenic route today, he decided. After all, it was a nice day, and there wasn't any reason not to. Acting on his whim, he turned right instead of going straight, and headed through the good looking, scenic neighborhoods around the church. As he drove around with a general direction in mind, meandering for no particular purpose, he spotted something. Rather, someone, Elliot from the diner this morning. And... he had a... dog? Oh well, couldn't hurt to offer him a ride to wherever he was going. Pulling up alongside him, Anthony rolled down the window. "Need a lift? Your dog can go in the backseat, if you like." Anthony didn't mind if the dog sat there, mangy as it is. His car was spotless, inside and out, so any mess the dog made could be cleaned up easily.</s>
<\|description\|>Lily Bell Nicknames/alias:None Age:44 Place of birth & ethnicity:Mobile, Alabama Caucasian Gender:Female Occupation:Gunslinger/Solider She ain't no woman to be trifled with. Appearance: Lily is a average sized woman standing at five feet and ten inches, weighing a hundred and forty five pounds total. Her hair is shoulder length and dark brown with visible waves in it, matching her dark brown eyes and well tanned skin from being outdoors. She has three blue stripes tattooed onto her left cheek, put on her by the Apache indians when she was captured the stripes showing she was traded for two blankets and a horse; a permanent reminder of her capture. Clothing: Lily typically wears normal long riding pants made of rough cotton, along with a white button up and a leather black sleeveless vest. With a rough trench coat completing the ensemble and of course a black wide brimmed circular hat. Personal style: See above Personality: Lily is a quiet and withdrawn person, not sharing personal details about herself very freely. Her tolerance for Yankee soldiers is quite low and she is quick to jump into a gun fight, though her time in the Confederate Army made her far wiser and more skilled of the gun than the average person. That being said when not being judged or tested Lily is a happy person, content to drink and gamble like anyone else; not afraid of base labor or getting bloody. She is quite fond of children. Habits: Drinker, smoker Regular life skills: Coach driver, Observation mapper, hunter, explorer Combat skills Sharpshooter - From six shooters to long rifles Lily is a proficient combatant Close combat - Given a sword or knife Lily is fairly skilled in defeating opponents in close combat Leader - Having seen war first hand makes Lily hardened to combat enabling her to lead in the heat of battle Items on your person: Griswold revolver (x2) - Lily wears a Griswold revolver on each hip, the pistols common amongst Southerners Hunting knife - A foot and a half single edged steel knife sheathed in the boot Flask - Not for water Canteen - For water Additional stuff: -Brown pants (x2) -White button ups (x3) -Extra socks (x4 pairs) -Winchester 84 lever action rifle -Union officer's sword What brings you to Haylliesburg: Seeking a new life, escaping Union controlled reconstruction in the south Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Lily was actually a wife and mother before the Civil War, although her career was the same as ever a tracker and hunter mostly at the time; her husband was an accountant and usually cared for their son at home. However a year before the start of the Civil War Lily's son Abel was taken by the flu, so when the conflict erupted husband and wife both set out to join the fray; leading to Lily cutting most of her hair off and disguising herself as a young teen boy. Not that many men cared who fought beside them as long as they were reliable when the heat was on, so naturally she formed a strong bond with those whom she fought with in the Forth Confederate Infantry. Lily lost her husband in a battle in Virginia over a bridge, the outnumbered southerners holding the structure until it could be destroyed, however Lily's husband had volunteered to set the charges and sacrificed himself after being shot to detonate the black powder being used to destroy the wooden structure. So when the war was said and done Lily had no one left, and she ventured to the west; running protection for wagon trains be they merchant or families striking across the vast nation. It was on one of these escorts that the Apache attacked the train overwhelming the defenders and seizing Lily as a prize, she spent only seven months amongst the Apache escaping one night by killing the sentinel left to guard her and the other captives. Sample: Lily sat high upon the back of her spotted heavy stallion, the sun's rays plummeting down onto the woman and her charges. A line of four wagons two with supplies and two with families rolling across the open grassy plains; several other guards rode beside the wagons as well each man carrying a firearm if not several along with those riding shotgun on the wagons they numbered twelve fighters. Suddenly an arrow came whirling across the open air, fired from an especially thick batch of grass; followed by loud yelping and screeching sounds Apache bursting from all around the train. Men fell quickly but began to return fire. Lily whipped her horse around and charged down the line, firing her revolver as she passed the warriors wounding some but missing those out of range. Her horse took an arrow to the neck leading Lily to fight on foot, rushing back to the wagons for some form of cover, the remaining survivors numbering only 6. The Apache quickly overtook the travelers, Lily striking down two more with the long officers blade she carried on her left hip; though she found herself knocked unconscious by a blow from behind. All and all killing over twenty four Apache warriors with only twelve fighters, Lily was stripped of her weapons and tattooed to mark her value in the tribe sold from her original captor to the next rather quickly. Lily spent the next seven months as a slave for the tribe, from menial labors to the heat of the Apache warriors before a battle or hunt, planning her escape the entire time; seeing her chance when the majority of the skilled warriors left the tribe. Headed to attempt an attack on the railroad, this left only a young boy guarding the captives teepee; Lily found a long strip of frayed rope upon the floor and crept behind the teen. Strangling him quickly and quietly before escaping, reclaiming her old weapons on the way out in a risky stealth mission into the chieftains tent which left two of his wives dead by the end. Sample from previous rp roleplayerguild.com/posts/3906489/raw Favorite Western youtube.com/watch?v=WGBw3zwzqwI</s> <\|message\|>Albert Baldwin White "I expect everyone to be alive and breathing..." Glass mixed with liquor and splinters exploded all over them. He was down on the floor before he could blink, surprised by the sudden power of adrenaline as much as by the shots fired. "We've only just met you and you already demand too damn much, Erik!" said Albert desperately trying to cover his head with his hands. Cocksuckers! shouted the barman before asking the other one where the shotgun was. They got my bloody arm! From outside came violent war cries and threatening whistles so loud they could be heard coming through all the gunfire. Albert poked at the door underneath his elbow, but only to see bad omens: the farmer who'd come to warn them about the bandits lay over the threshold, shaking and bleeding, barely alive, stretching his hand out towards the people inside the saloon and gurgling something with a horrible expression. Stupidly, Albert thought about crawling to him and perhaps dragging him in. He'd almost made a move for it when a bottle flew in through the window. "Shit!" The bottle broke and the burning fuse set the liquid on fire. In a split second the edges of the joint were ablaze. "Bastards want to burn as alive!" Albert crawled to the side and grabbed the legs of a game table. With a strong jerk he flipped it over, making an improvised shield he knew was useless. "You won't be enforcing any law from this hellhole, sheriff." A bullet whizzed through the table board, just next to Albert's ear. He finally took out his pistol: 6 bullets in the chamber.</s> <\|message\|>Lily Bell Lily turned her head lazily towards the door as the farmer came bursting through it shouting over all the commotion, some fights carrying on despite the loud man; although they all came to a stop as the gunshots rang out the shattering of the front glass windows piercing the air. Each bullet making a whizzing popping sound as they flew mere inches from patrons heads, Lily herself hitting the floor as soon as the window directly behind her exploded from the force of a rifle round; her left hand ripping the Griswold on her right side out of its holster. Her back firmly pressed against the wooden front wall of the saloon, disregarding her previous engagement as had the other patrons; some drawing their own firearms while others fled in a panic quickly meeting their end however as they climbed out the windows away from the flames and bullets. "Mother fucker! Git sum got damned water!! Turn them tables over by the duurs!!" Lily shouted to various patrons not fleeing as the makeshift incendiary bomb exploded only a few meters from her position, cocking the hammer of her Griswold turning quickly leaning against the wall as the lead bullets crackled and split the wood of the saloon wall; her arm extending out from behind the cover out the busted window along with a portion of her face enough to see. Her index finger slowly squeezed the trigger the hammer striking down with great speed and force upon the bullets rear, a loud pop accompanied by a puff of smoke from the end of the dull iron; sending a bullet of her own zipping through the air finding its mark in one of the bandits lower left ribcage. As quickly as she had emerged Lily fell back behind her cover, a volley of specifically aimed rounds ricocheting off the windowsill in retaliation, quickly changing position by ducking and quickly grasping a thick game table flipping it on its side in front of the battered doors.</s> <\|message\|>Cpt. Jonah Hawthorne The Sheriff from Hell, An Old Dog of War He felt strong hands grab his arms and yank him up, possibly to try and hold him back. "Get yer paws off me!" He roared before stepping in towards the voice and slamming the back of his head into the front of the voice's. Jonah followed up by spinning around, ripping the hand off of his left arm and continued forward with that momentum, hoping to connect to the jaw of the one who grabbed him. This was stopped by the sound of a gunshot that rang out with the crash of the window shattering from the bullet that ripped through it. So, instead of cold cocking the poor sap he instead grabbed him and brought him to the ground, attempting to shield him from a possible second. hearing another round for that brief moment he slowly rose to his feet, stopping halfway to peer up to see where the intruding round came from and when he did he narrowed his eyes. "Sonava bitch" From underneath his coat he withdrew his Winchester. Its polished metal and elongated scope spoke of a sharpshooter in the midst of the bar. "Aint got no time for this. I still gotta get my money for hi-" He looked over to his catch to see him dead on the floor. A bullet had ripped through his head and this sight pissed Jonah off so much that he just stood up and walked over to the Swedish sheriff, despite the bullets flying. [color=tan]"Get yer ass up, boy I'm gonna need yer help."[color] He said quickly before briskly walking over towards the back, looked around before disappearing behind a wall, only the sound of a door closing gave a clue as to where he went. Outside Jonah looked around the back of the building, looking for a drain pipe or ladder but instead there was an shed with a few barrels near it. It gave a better view of the bandits who were out in front of bar without giving away where he was. Jonah had made his way over, keeping low and out of sight. It was best not to take any chances. When he was in position he moved into a kneeling position, placing his hat next to him on the ground before raising his rifle up and peering through the scope. He set his sights on the one in the back of the group and steadied the Winchester. A long breath in, a long breath out. A long breath in and- CHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo [A/N: This is not the pastry] The trigger pulled, the hammer hit the primer and the next thing that happened was one of the bandits, the one he aimed for had dropped and hooting and hollering ensued. Jonah hit the deck as the rounds started to fly. "Where in the tarnasion is that damned sheriff!"</s> <\|message\|>Josiah Solomon Murphy Struggling to hold the strong man's arms behind his back, Josiah was caught off-guard by the blow delivered when the man swung his head back, hitting Josiah square in the face. He grunted in pain, shouting out "Sunofabi-! before being interrupted. The sounds of gunfire caught Josiah even further by surprise, and he suddenly found himself being pulled to the ground by the man he had just been trying to grapple. Seeing something come flying in through the window just as the man got up and left out the back, Josiah let out a shocked scream of "Íosa Críost!" as the room exploded in flames. Getting up from the floor to a crouch, Josiah quickly made the Sign of the Cross over his chest as an apology for his verbal blasphemy, before drawing his Dragoon revolver and rushing out the back of the saloon. Once outside, Josiah rushed to find a piece of cover he could duck behind and fire at the bandits from. Ducking behind something wooden, and not giving much thought as to what it was, Josiah carefully propped his head and pistol up over the edge, firing two shots at the attackers, before quickly ducking back from return fire. Fumbling around in his duster, Josiah quickly pulled out and uncapped a hip flask, taking a deep swig before closing it back up and returning to shooting at the attacking lowlives.</s>	<\|message\|>Lily Bell Lily groaned as she sat on the wooden floor of the saloon, her back pressed into the thick table she had overturned by the hole riddled doors to the establishment; rounds whizzing by her every few seconds making her wonder how much ammo the bandits truly brought. Either they were stupid or sitting on a stockpile either way Lily wouldn't simply wait around, as the fire spread unhalted by the few who tried to pour water on the blaze smoke quickly filling the establishment as the fire touched the also wooden ceiling spreading across its surface. Lily inhaled deeply before pulling her second Griswold free from its leather sheath, quickly rising to her feet with a fearless and vicious shout she leaped through the bullet riddled double doors over the table; letting lose an unholy scream of anger as she darted down the wooden porch of the establishment. As she ran Lily fired her revolvers both, the hammers slamming down to send rounds whizzing at the outlaws finding no targets in her rush, though the return of fire would make the opposing force duck in fear; as she darted down the walkway Lily rushed across the street. The bullets whizzing behind her as she ran across the tightly packed dirt street, as soon as she crossed the street Lily pushed her back up against the wall of the building the bandits had set up in; learning in the war that outflanking a superior force was a sure way to victory. Lily quickly stuck one of her drawn revolvers around the corner of the building, firing blindly down the walkway the bandits set up on; doing away with another one by luck hitting him directly in the throat before pulling her hand back her thousand yard stare from the war evident in her eyes. The sounds of combat bringing her husbands death to mind, along with all those whom died fighting along side her in the war.</s>
<\|description\|>Rebecca A young female trainer, with short pink hair styled in the shape of a heart. She's a former Team Skull grunt who has since taken on the role of an aspiring trainer. Her appearance reflects her bold and defiant spirit, as well as her determination to prove herself in the world of Pokemon battling. Despite her initial stubbornness and recklessness, Rebecca shows signs of growth and maturity throughout the story, indicating a resilient character with a strong will.</s> <\|description\|>Bae A mature and experienced Pokémon trainer, with an air of confidence and authority that comes from his years of battling experience. His appearance is well-groomed and he exudes an aura of power and strength. Despite his seemingly harsh demeanor, Bae demonstrates a fairness in battle and an unwavering commitment to his goals. He has a strong sense of justice and discipline, which he uses to guide younger or less experienced trainers like Rebecca.</s> <\|narrator\|>A skilled trainer named Bae engages in a battle with a former Team Skull grunt named Rebecca, who is determined to prove herself against him. After multiple defeats and stripping each other's Pokémon, they agree on a final wager: if she loses again, she must strip naked and apologize to him. Despite her efforts, she loses again and finds herself in an embarrassing situation. The trainer then decides to take advantage of the situation by forcing her into sexual acts as part of their bet. The story explores themes of power dynamics between trainers, as well as Rebecca's journey from being a stubborn grunt to an aspiring trainer who learns from her mistakes.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca "I wasn't like the trainers who just hung around on the routes after becoming older," I said, "I had a title to protect, and even though becoming an adult, it didn't change my love for exploring the islands, finding more Pokemon, and just relaxing on the grounds of the tropical beaches." Even though Guzma disbanded Team Skull and became a pretty famous golfer, there were still some people who just couldn't quit the grunt lifestyle. I would encounter them from time to time, mostly whenever they'd see me they'd know who I am and turn tail after beating them in battle after battle for so many years. Though it seems like with the new season coming around, they were getting themselves some new recruits. On one of the days, enjoying laying in some of the tall grass where the Pokemon usually reside, it seemed like one of these new Team Skull members was looking for newer trainers to pick on for their Pokemon and Pokdollars, after getting attention of the Grunt, it seemed like no one taught her not to mess with people around here, nor who I was. It was easy to tell by the look of what seemed like confidence in her eyes, while she decided to speak her part.</s> <\|message\|>Bae Rebecca had been seen as a lowly Skull Grunt for way too long. The problem here was two-fold. She had ambitions of being respected by the other grunts, to rise up and be an admin. But she was too stubborn to listen to others, particularly when told that Team Skull was no more. She had been proving herself lately though, hustling and laying the smack down on some 'loser' trainers, when she came across another lowly trainer. "Team Skull, represent! We can't pay the rent!" she yelled at him threateningly. "Look loser, I'm going to take you down. Pokemon battle. Three on three, all cash in. Our eyes have met, now you have a bet, yo!" She thumbed her Pokeballs that she kept on her leg garter, knowing that she had a team that far surpassed any normal grunt with their Yungoose and Salandit.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Seeing the grunt's team was a bit more advanced than just a Golbat or a slowpoke, I knew it wouldn't take much to beat them. Switching through a few of my Pokémon, I brought out my Mimikyu, Decidueye, and a Ditto, just to go a bit easy on them. "Fine then, if you're really looking to lay all your money on the line, don't hate me once I clean out your savings." Releasing my Pokémon from their balls onto the field, I waited for her, knowing full well that all my Pokémon were over level 50. This was going to be another easy battle with just a naive grunt.</s> <\|message\|>Bae Rebecca turned and shook her ass at the trainer. "Kiss my butt!" she said as she flung her own three Pokemon onto the field. In a glow of white light, out popped an Ekans, a Mareanie, and a Pawniard, all of them raring for a juicy battle. She doubted his Pokemon could be stronger than hers, all three sitting in the mid-30's range, which she thought was quite good. "For this juicy pot," she said in an intimidating tone, "I'll give you all I got!" Her Ekans' ability kicked in against his Pokemon, lowering their attack. She was determined to get another notch on her belt from a trainer thoroughly trashed. "He's not so hot!" she thought to herself, making sure that each of her Pokemon lined itself up against his own.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca It didn't take long once my turn was up and Decidueye using Spirit Shackle on the Mareanie, taking it out of the battle instantly in one swift hit. Using the Ghost Z-Crystal, it powered up Mimikyu's Shadow Claw against the Ekans, taking it out as well. All that was left was Pawniard against my ditto. "Are you sure you wanna boast when you haven't really thought through about who you were up against?" I boasted, as my Ditto transformed into her Pawniard, mimicking all its moves, stats, and ability. "Your move, and sorry, there won't be any backing out now that you've bet this much!" Smirking, I let my championship badge out from under my scarf.</s> <\|message\|>Bae We stand up to even the strong, yo! We stand up, but not for long, yo!" She called out. She was starting to sweat a little though, having never been so handily pushed back by any trainer, let alone some random kid she challenged. She knew that her wallet was practically empty anyway, so losing here was more a matter of pride than anything. He was pushy and overconfident, but had the means to back it up, unlike herself. She called for her Pawniard to use Feint Attack on the Decidueye, but it didn't quite take out the Pokemon as she had hoped, although it did seemingly do a decent enough job. "This is whack yo! You set me up yo!" she called over, her pride still there enough to talk smack to him.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Set you up? Hey, you're the one who challenged me to a fight and I agreed. Probably should have specified some rules for the battle instead of reading through page one of the Grunt Guidebook lady! I call out to her, smirking as I was ready to finish her off now. Decidueye, Spirit Shackle! With that, Decidueye landed a hard and final blow onto the weaker Pawniard, instantly fainting it. Look, I'm hoping that next time, you learn to just avoid me or I'll crush you in another battle like you and the rest of the grunts. I mean, your leader decided to take an easier life instead of doing this all the time.</s> <\|message\|>Bae "Our leader is great, yo! But he don't decide my fate, yo!" She said in the standard tone of her comrades. She was disgusted that she had been so easily toppled by some random trainer. She tossed her last five Poke on the ground in front of him, showing how little she had when she'd offered the challenge. She looked over at the fainted bodies of her teammates, recalling them one after another. "Well, I'm taking my leave," she said, slowly turning her back upon her opponent, kicking up dust momentarily in a huff. She didn't leave immediately, her defeat washing over her as she found disgust in herself.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Alright then, good luck! I call out towards her before leaning down to pick up the pokedollars and turning round to go back to running in circles to hatch some eggs I was holding. As it seemed that a lot of trainers were doing it for optimal egg hatching. I knew she'd be back not too long after, as grunts are just stubborn that way, they never truly gave up their ways. After not too much longer in the field, I made my way back to my house to rest for the night. Making my way back to the field again after picking up my daily eggs, and dropping off extra Pokmon to some labs for other trainers starters to continue training my Pokmon as well as hatching more eggs.</s> <\|message\|>Bae The bitter grunt ran off, vowing to herself that the events of the battle wouldn't deter her. She wasn't a reckless trainer generally, but she wasn't one to cower in the face of strength so easily. She remained close to the Pokemon center, picking off trainers that were desperate to get their Pokemon healed. She was crafty in that way. Instead of fighting them for cash, she battled for any candy or valuable items they were carrying. In no time at all, she had pocketed enough to pump up her team: her Mareanie and Ekans evolved as her team reached level 40 across the board. Her thirst for revenge led her to run back to him, thoroughly unprepared and ready to take him down a peg. "Yo!" she called out, watching him run around in circles. "I'll be taking your cash now!"</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca "I wasn't keeping idle the entire time she was gone," he said, "which didn't seem like long, as I managed to hatch some more Pokemon, and raise my Pokemon team up to level 59, which didn't seem like much of an improvement, but their hidden stats are where their power lies." When she finally came back, he sighed, ready to get this over with, hoping that she would stop. "Alright, well do you even have any cash this time?" she asked, "I've heard of a grunt robbing trainers near the PokeCenter for their rare candies and items. So if you don't have any money, what will you bet? And unlike you, I don't bet rare candies or items, so don't even think about it."</s> <\|message\|>Bae Rebecca was confident in playing his little game, expecting that she wouldn't lose. "Well sugar? What do you want then, I definitely ain't carrying no cash yo!" She cocked her hips and spun a Pokeball upon her finger, the undeserved confidence almost oozing out from her body. She looked him up and down, her return hadn't taken long, and nothing seemed to have changed with him. This only furthered her undeserved confidence as she laughed, her Skull necklace bouncing against her modest chest.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca "Hmmm...well then, I'll take your clothes!" He said, head to toe, all of them, that cool?" After shouting this at her, he knew there was no way she was going to accept such high stakes just to beat him, was she? Would she really be willing to lose the clothes off her own back just for one battle, and then again, with curves like hers, it wouldn't be bad for her to lose.</s> <\|message\|>Bae Rebecca laughed at his proposition, more a sign of her overconfidence than her worry at the terms of his deal. "Damn yo! If you don't want to have a beat down, I can just take your cash now yo!" she said, tossing her ball in the air and winking playfully before catching it once again. She stood firmly, looking sternly at her opponent. "Fine. Double battle dude. I'll win your cash. In the unlikely event of my loss, you get every bit of fabric that touches my skin." She said, making a finger gun motion before tossing out her Toxapex and Pawniard.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca I didn't expect her to take on the bet, but now I guess I'll have to show her up now. After she threw out her pokemon, I tossed out mine as well, a pair of good fighters who were a perfect match against hers. The first was to go against her Toxapex; next, was to go up against her Pawniard. "Fine then, since you want to go with a double battle, we'll have to raise the stakes, won't we? Well then, how about after you've been stripped, you get down on your knees and apologize to me!" I wanted her to stop, even if I knew that she wouldn't no matter how much I would put her through. "Since you started the battle, i'll at least let you get a hit in before I finish this battle."</s> <\|message\|>Bae She knew she deserved that cash, or at least to get her own money back. She nodded slightly, as if to agree to his terms, lying to herself that she actually had any chance of winning. She licked her teeth a little, assessing the situation. She never thought that she was a bad battler, but this trainer struck total fear into her about her abilities. Looking at him there, standing so confidently was the first tingling of any doubt she had about her actual ability to win. Rebecca called out for Toxapex to use Baneful Bunker while she called pot for Pawniard to use Dark Pulse. A wave of dark purple energy flew towards everyone on the field.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca I could tell what her intentions were with this battle, as well as see her fear in the way she spoke. As she used Dark Pulse both pokemon had been damaged, but it was an effective move against Raichu in this battle suffering a nice quarter of his health in damage, Passimian wasn't as phased by it though. As it was my turn now, I had Passimian use Giga Impact on Pawniard taking down most of its health, bringing it into the red. Meanwhile, I knew the move she was talking about but played into her little game, letting Raichu attack Toxapex with Quick Attack and get poisoned from the attack.</s> <\|message\|>Bae Rebecca smirked; to her, it seemed as though she was going to win. She had set up her moves perfectly, as far as she was concerned. She looked over at the frail Pawniard, knowing full well that he was likely to not make it to the end of the match, but she pushed forward regardless. The way Toxapex was battling was a stark contrast to how easily she had been taken out earlier that same day by this same trainer. She smiled once again with undeserved confidence. She called for the Pawniard to use Dark Pulse once more, the move working wonders in her mind at taking both opposing Pokemon down a notch or two. With this she also examined the Raichu, it definitely looked as though Baneful Bunker had done its job, setting her up for her Toxapex's next move. She called out for it to attack the Raichu as well, following her last move up with a double-strength Venoshock.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca While the attack against Raichu didn't take him out, it did leave him on low health, and Passimian was far from half health. Having Passimian use the same move - Giga Impact - took Pawniard down, Raichu didn't have to worry about Baneful Bunker anymore, so I had him use Thunder Wave on Toxapex, taking it down into the red, being effective against it.</s> <\|message\|>Bae Rebecca was thoroughly shocked by the turn of events. She was slowly beginning to realize that perhaps this trainer was better than she expected. However, she was never one to admit defeat easily, especially considering the wager she had placed down upon the battle. Both here and in the battle, she was on her back foot. Suddenly realizing that if she handed over her clothing, she had no way of buying any replacements - her satchel just full of items and a few pieces of jewellery at this point. She knew that she had to make an effort to follow up her attack and make the most of the arena. Calling out for Toxapex to use Surf, Rebecca knew that she had to make some more notches on Passimian if she had any hopes of winning her battle and keeping her dignity.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Surf barely affected Passimian or Raichu; it only took Passimian to half-health but left Raichu at a quarter health. Finally, it was my turn again, and I had Passimian use Giga Impact to finish off Toxapex once and for all. And it took down the entire team in one fell swoop. Laughing lightly, I brought my Pokémon back into their balls after that, before finally walking over to her with a huge smirk on my face. So then, about our bet?</s> <\|message\|>Bae Seeing Toxapex fall limp against the battlefield, she could feel her heart drop. She may have been a thief and a criminal, but she was one that wouldn't neg on a bet. She took a step back, tossing her bandanna and hat out in front of her, almost as if she was setting a boundary for him to follow. Having him see her face was rough enough, but she was quickly going to end up in a very compromising situation. She crossed her arms in front of her as she grabbed the hem of her t-shirt. She lifted the thin material quickly, making no show of it as she tossed it to the floor also, her large skull medallion falling back against her chest. Her bra was an innocent looking pink lace with the clasp in the front, a stark contrast to the outfit she wore to match her teammates. Once the ill fitting t-shirt was removed from her body, it was obvious that her breasts were more sizable than they had appeared beforehand. She felt embarrassed, but really didn't want to drag out the situation, and soon her shorts and boots were a part of the ever growing pile of her clothing. Her socks were a pale white trainer sock, clashing heavily with her black silk panties, the woman standing there in her underwear.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Scooping up the clothing, I smirked, looking the girl over as I made a grabbing motion with my hands. "And here I thought Skull Grunt girls didn't wear bras," I said, "guess I was wrong. And...I didn't say just your outer clothing, I meant all of it....and don't forget you're going to need to get down on your knees." I stuffed the now strewn clothing into an extra bag I had. "After that...well, your pokemon are knocked out, so it's not like you could win them back, could you?" Grinning, I took just a step closer over the emotional boundary she had set. "Plus, you look much cuter without the bandana."</s> <\|message\|>Bae "I'm getting to it!" she snapped, her nerves getting the better of her. The way he was teasing her, staring at her, it made her nervous, but she could also feel herself getting aroused. It was something she had never done before. She wanted to argue that she still had Pokemon left, but the whole thing seemed like a moot point at this juncture. She started with the socks, peeling them off of her feet slowly, trying to buy time before she had to remove anything else. She tossed the small pieces of white cotton, the pair falling heavily to the dusty scrub. Now she was stood in just her underwear, timidly deciding which item to shed first. She fumbled with the waistband of her silk panties, before moving to play with the straps on her bra. She felt like he might be annoyed by how long she was taking, but she was fighting against her modesty at this point. She decided to bite the bullet, grabbing the panties and pushing them down to her ankles before kicking them over to him. She shivered a little, the cool air rushing over her nethers, her pink hair shaved into a little heart over it. She felt ever so exposed, taking off her medallion before reaching up and unclasping the toggle between her breasts, arching her back and flinging the pink lace. Her breasts bounced free of their casing, her nipples standing firm upon her chest as they were exposed. Her body bared for all that cared to look.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Thankfully, the two of us weren't really close to any town, so being in almost the open near fields of tall grass gave her a slight bit of cover from any passing trainer. After she kicked off her panties, I smirked and chuckled, "Huh, I always wondered if the carpet matched the drapes, guess I was right," I said with a wink. "And such a cute pattern too." Though after she finished with every last piece of cover, I picked it all up, putting them into the bag. Perfect, now then. I hope you didn't forget about the second part of our deal, right?" I asked, walking closer to her, eyeing her up and down, taking in each and every single bit of bare skin.</s> <\|message\|>Bae She took one knee, exposing her little slit, then two, hiding it once again. With each drop of her height, her breasts swayed substantially, her obviously malleable breasts needing support to halt their movement as she moved. She paused as her breasts settled, feeling more embarrassed by the little things her body was doing now than the actual nakedness in front of another human being. The wind blew through the trees, her nipples puckering as the cold air rushed around her. "I'm sorry for trying to take your items," she said sincerely.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca As she settled herself down, and after I've made sure to crush her spirit a little, it was good to see the rewards. The naked girl down on her knees apologizing was quite a sight, to see such a reformed grunt. But it was time to break her spirit once again, Hah, that's alright of an apology if you can call it that. This may make me feel a little better...but it doesn't make up for all you've done. No, I want an apology for that, and it'll also get you your clothing back. I said, before looking down at her, dropping the bag of clothing behind me. I slowly begin to unbutton and unzip my jeans, dropping them to the ground, along with my boxers. After which, I said, I'll make sure to make you learn from your mistakes and apologize for real to me.</s> <\|message\|>Bae She thought it was over, so it was all the more of a shock when the man stood in front of her and began to unbuckle. She couldn't believe that this was where it was headed, but it wasn't like she could protest. She was here, on her knees, naked as the day she was born. Nobody would have any sympathy for the situation she had gotten herself into. Her eyes were naturally drawn to the dick that was mere feet from her face, dead in her eyeline. The sight was unlike anything she had seen before, which only made her all the more nervous. What was he expecting? More importantly, what was he expecting her to do with that!? Her breathing quickened as she felt all the more naked than she had before, her petite naked body essentially free game for him right now. She wondered if this had been his plan from the start, almost as if she had waltzed into his trap. But ultimately it didn't matter, she was in his domain now.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca It was truly my plan from the start of the battle, to make sure she learned her place. I could see the fear and nervousness in her eyes when I presented it in front of her, and it only brought a grin to my face. Walking ever so closer up to her with the base of my cock in hand, my shaft only mere inches away from her face; I let go of it, letting it drop directly against her face. The hard 7 1/2 inches slid across the length of her quite scared face, over her eye, cheek, and mouth. And after what felt like minutes, were merely seconds that went by, before I opened my mouth once again. "Now, i'm sure you grunts haven't had much experience in the sex ed. department, but i'm sure with some 'hands-on' experience, you'll learn pretty fast." While this was going on, most likely unknown to the naked girl on her knees, there were other trainers catching and battling pokemon now, inhabiting the field more and more, though thanks to the tall grass the two were in, they were pretty concealed.</s> <\|message\|>Bae With his dick rubbing over her face, she wasn't sure how to react. She really was stuck between a cock and a hard place. He might actually hurt her, but as strong as she was, she would basically be helpless to do anything about it. She may have gotten herself into something she couldn't get out of... She turned to crawl away, then stopped suddenly. She felt very awkward, and didn't have another word to say either. She was about to leave out of pure embarrassment, but she really did have to honour her bet. She was a grunt of her word. Her slit glistened in the low light, her body cold from the exposure. On all fours she was like a Miltank, her breasts swinging beneath her like udders.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Setting down the bag, I pulled out the bandana and slowly got closer to her. After getting behind the helpless girl, I positioned myself to line up the head of my big friend with her slightly wet slit. I reached forward and wrapped the bandana around her face, knowing she'd want to hide it at least. Not even a second after though, I pushed, forcing my cock into her awaiting slit. Feeling the tight wetness, it felt warm yet a bit cold with her body temperature, so I decided a good dicking down would fix that.</s> <\|message\|>Bae She could feel the bandanna tied back around her face before the near immediate stretching of her pristine slit to accommodate something insanely thick and warm. She could feel him deep inside of her, stretching her, the unfamiliar sensation causing her to squeal. "W...wait..." she said, his hips pressed firmly against her ass, the entirety of his throbbing girth filling her. She couldn't believe that losing to this man had put her in this position both metaphorically and physically. "I ... I'm not ready. ... I'm not on protection ... I ... ahhhn." She said, finding any excuse she could think of that might end up sticking. Hoping he would leave her be in some manner.</s>	<\|message\|>Rebecca He didn't care for her excuses, nor was he putting up with them. "Well then, if you're not on protection then you're going to either overpower me or beg me to pull out when I get close," he said, looking down at her. He had already taken her down a peg with the battles and the stripping, but he wanted to utterly break her and make her reform. His hands were working, sliding down her body and latching onto those hanging breasts of hers, groping and teasing her nipples. While down below, with each thrust he was pushing her against the ground, forcing her ass to stick up more for him. The sounds of the wet slapping of each thrust into her got louder and louder, the friction definitely causing her skin to warm up a bit more.</s>
<\|description\|>Dexter Flint Species: Growlithe Gender: Male Moves: -Bite -Roar -Ember -Howl Bio: Dexter was born and raised in Frigid Peak, a small town far to the north of Allure. There was snow on the ground year-round, which made it nearly impossible to grow crops. It was a fairly successful mining town, which was a good thing, since trade was very important to keep it going. Without the ability to grow their own food, they had to constantly import food from the south. Trade caravans heading along the long, winding road that lead to the town weren't an uncommon sight. Dexter was the oldest of 8 pups, and as a result, was also the biggest and strongest. He would constantly pick on his younger siblings, as well as other Pokemon that happened to be smaller than him. He had several friends that would help him bully other Pokemon. Sometimes they would do harmless things, such as exploring the town's outskirts. Most of the time, though, they were up to no good. Dexter and his gang of troublemakers soon gained a bad reputation among the townsfolk. Eventually, the townsfolk, and even Dexter's own family got tired of him and his group causing trouble. They were all cast out of Frigid Peak, and it was made very clear that they wouldn't be allowed to come back. Dexter and his group wanted to get back at the people who had banished them from their hometown, but at the moment there was nothing they could do. Just when they were ready to give up, they stumbled upon something amazing. There was an abandoned outpost not too far from Frigid Peak that had a worn-out trading caravan parked nearby. Okay, it may not have been that amazing, but it gave Dex an idea. If the residents of Frigid Peak were going to treat them like bandits, then they were going to be bandits. There were plenty of supplies left at the outpost that allowed them to fix it up. They then set off in search of one of the caravans on the road to Frigid Peak. Their first raid was easy. There was normally nothing in the area that posed a threat, so they caught the driver completely off guard. They managed to get away with all of the supplies that the townspeople were trading. It was filled with all kinds of gemstones and ores, which they managed to sell on the black market. After they'd raided several more caravans, some filled with ores from the mines, and some filled with supplies that the townspeople needed, the traders were beginning to get smart. They brought bodyguards with them to fend off the Dexter's bandits, and sometimes took a different path up the mountain. There were also guild members coming after them. This made things a lot more difficult, but they managed to avoid getting caught, and most of their raids were still successful. Everything changed, however, when a team of guild members found the outpost that Dex's group was using as their headquarters. They waited until night to attack, and ended up catching the group of bandits completely off guard. They put up a fight, but most of them ended up getting arrested that night, including Dexter. The group of bandits disbanded after that. Dexter never saw any of them again. He spent several years in prison after that. He constantly got into fights, one of which resulted in a scar on his chest. The guards were douchebags. He was confined to a cell most of the time. Needless to say, he hated it there. He was forced to sit behind the bars of his cell, waiting for freedom. After what felt like decades, he was finally released. Appearance: Dexter's fur is a lot thicker than normal due to the climate he was raised in. He also has a large scar across his chest, but it's mostly covered by his fur. Differences: He has Howl, which he inherited from his Mightyena father.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Crescent "Oh," I say to Levita, withdrawing the Chesto Berry and holding it in my hand. "I guess I'll just eat it myself… actually, wait, no, that's a bad idea… You still didn't sleep all day, did you? Or do you not need to sleep at all? I'll just save it for later." I listen to what the Goomy has to say, wondering why I haven't heard of something so ridiculously important as I think about what to do. I notice the Nidoran emanating a really intense feeling of despair towards me, and I use Confusion to move the Pichu slightly to the right, diverting his attack from the Nidoran, and Teleport between the two of them. I noticed that Levita's Tailwind move blew my hair around in a way that I thought was pretty cool, and I think I should tell her to do that more often later. "Okay, okay," I say to the two of them, trying desperately to keep a straight face and not break out laughing as I hold up both of my arms as a way of telling them to stop. "Let me try and shed some light on the possibilities here; what we all really need to do is… lighten up..." I snicker and grin at my puns before calming down myself. that should soften them up a bit, one way or another… "All puns aside, though," I reason, "There's a lot of problems with this whole situation. First off, like Levita said, I highly doubt that this necklace is the real deal. If this Light Orb is really that important, then why would this lady here just waltz into a guild full of tough adventurers like us and just wear it around her neck like that? She's either toting a fake, or she's not very bright, and I highly doubt the latter. Also, Static, if you want to recharge these orbs or whatever, you should probably just slow down for a moment and try to reason with her instead of just trying to trap her here and take it from her. That's kind of a jerkish thing to do." I have to admit that this is still kind of confusing, though. But maybe if I manage to make everyone stop hitting each other, I can glean something more out of this...</s> <\|message\|>Chip -Chip- I sensed them chase each other more, and I got angry. "WHAT DID CHIP JUST SAY TO YOU? NO. CHASING," I yell at the pichu and nidoran before the pichu attacks the nidoran. Levita immediately jumps in and tries to talk some sense into them, but peace is NOT the answer! Not for these type, anyway. I jump in and use sand attack on the pichu, who was probably going to win the fight if Rebecca and I hadn't jumped in. I listen to Rebecca and her lecture, and I look at the goomy. "Is he friend of yours? He not good friend. You should not be friends with bad pichu like him," I say to it before turning back and using Harden, just in case it was going to retaliate like it did with the nidoran. -William- I noticed Bonnie begin to get nervous as we got closer to the mansion. She mentioned something about a stash of warp seeds and I look around. "Well, maybe whoever owns that mansion found your warp seeds. Besides, if you hid it and you remembered it was somewhere around here, then you should be able to remember exactly where it was. Where was the last place you put them?" I ask, beginning to look with her. I felt like either the heat was getting to her, or she had something to do with the owner of the mansion, because she looked like she was sweating bullets. I was able to find a red gummi while I was searching, though, so that was a bonus.</s>	<\|message\|>Dexter Flint Josh, Matt, Celes, and Spruce all went down to the mess hall together. Once they got there, Spruce stopped for a moment, asking what happened to Anthony. For some reason, he'd assumed that he was kicked off the team. "Anthony never got kicked off the team. He just woke up before Matt and I did." Josh said. "He's probably looking for a mission for us to do or something." They appeared to be serving Chesto Berries today. Josh and Matt each took one, and sat down at one of the tables. "So, anyway, there's been a few changes to our team since the last time we ran into each other." Josh said. "Hex left the team a while back. I'm not sure where she went, though. We've also recruited a new teammate. A Sableye named Xeno."</s>
<\|description\|>Atlas (Corporal to his WWI buddies) Age: Looks 21(148 years, but who's counting?) Mood Music I Guess Gender: Male Species:Vampire Appearance: About 6'0", with messy blonde hair and muddy red eyes. Pale skin, Caucasian, and longer nails. Average facial features, excluding a small scar below his right eye that causes pain. Doesn't care to hide his fangs, as his hygiene is one of his few redeeming traits. Easily blends into crowds. Wears some tattered Victorian clothes to keep the memory of his past life behind(maroon sports jacket, white shirt, green dress pants, loafers). Whenever he goes out, he wears cracked sunglasses to disguise his red eyes. Background: Was transformed into a vampire in the year 1889. A college student, working at Oxford University, London, he had a promising life ahead of him. His name at birth was Adam, and he lived a happy life. Coming from a fairly wealthy family at the very end of the Industrial Revolution, Adam imagined his life as going smoothly, figuring he would create a medicine company with his expertise, and grow even more wealthy. He had no idea of the horrors he would witness One late afternoon, Adam was walking in the 'shady' part of town when he came across a caravan advertising rare ingredients at low prices. Figuring this could help him with studies, he stumbled into the smoky room. An old man sat at the end, looking through some papers. He approached the old man, and inquired about the ingredients. The old man went on and on about his stock, but Adam immediately dismissed almost each and every one as a fraudulent version of some existing chemical. After inquiring about anything worthwhile, the old man pulled out a small wooden chest with a lock on it. After fumbling around to open it, a stench filled the room. 3 hunks of rock sat in the chest, which Adam would later identify as brimstone, meteorite, and solid hellfire. He immediately purchased all 3, and ran back into the lab to begin work on his new pet project. After a few days of fiddling with the stones, Adam unwittingly created a new gas that not even he knew about: one that attracted paranormal beings. He had been working late, and a small lab fire, mixing with the brimstone, obsidian, and chlorine Adam had been working with, created a smell extremely attractive to beings such as vampires and demons. It was no surprise Adam was cornered by a vampire the very next evening. Working late yet again, Adam had spilled blood while cleaning some equipment. This sealed his fate, and as he stumbled home he was attacked by a member of the undead. Adam was well read, and so knew of these creatures. He ran into the countryside, feeding on the occasional sheep. He lived in fear of society, as the urges to feast on human flesh grew. 33 years after he was turned, World War One started. He had been lurking around a small village when the news hit, and figured he could use it as an opportunity to get some food. He hid under tarps, hiding under cars until he arrived at the training camp, taking the place of a recruit looking quite similar to him: one Atlas Johnson. Somehow hiding his terrible secret, he made it to the trenches. The horrors of the gas warfare, along with the monstrous Panzer units, scared Atlas for life. He fought until the war ended, hiding in rural Siberia until the second World War broke out, taking the distracted U.S.S.R as an opportunity to escape. The moniker Atlas stuck, and so he jumped from country to country, war to war until eventually settling in Brooklyn. He began researching the occult once again, and ran into the mysterious Seph Kane. Due to Atlas' experience, and knowledge in alchemy, he was recruited. Atlas chose Belfast due to isolation, and the abundance of wild game to feed off of. Current Life: Due to sunlight aversion, set up in a rickety mine filled with bones and gold, both of which are useful for alchemy. Has a lab set up there for testing. He only goes out at night to drink at whatever local bar is open, usually keeping to himself in a corner. Visits local penitentiary on nights when he needs to feed. Has been in Belfast for two weeks and already loves the weather. Personality: After all these years has become very apathetic. Due to the horrors witnessed during war has a distaste for blood, which causes some turmoil when it comes time to feed. No longer believes in any higher power, and just wishes for the sweet release of death that will never come naturally. Has become an introvert due to aversion to sunlight. Spiteful of the living, but also just hates people. Raging alcoholic. Schools of Study: Alchemy, Botany Specialization: When it comes to alchemy, he is very knowledgeable in poison brewing and the science behind 'holy water', but has failed at that aspect. Wishes to find a cure to vampirism Spells: Ice Burst: The only spell Atlas bothered to learn, it allows him to freeze objects, create hunks of ice, and lower body temperature, the last of which was never a problem for a vampire. He is very used to it by now, though using it too often will tire him out, leaving him incapacitated. This makes him wish to avoid using said spell, out of paranoia. Abilities: Carbon Vision -Knows the chemical makeup of most plants and animals. Shaken, Not Stirred -Can make 'quick fix' potions such as healing and poison. Undead and Hating It -Superhuman strength,Able to mesmerize people for short periods of time, Can turn into a bat Been There Done That -Extremely knowledgable when it comes to history Flower Power -Has some botany skills to help him grow ingredients, and can identify many plants. Close Minded -Takes pride in his brewing skills, but lacks knowledge in many other subjects. Been Around the Block -Due to living for 148 years, can fluently speak English, Italian, French, and Soviet-era Russian Weaknesses: Sunlight, Jesus and Co., Holy things in general, a minor distaste for garlic, has to be invited indoors Equipment: -Poison Bottle: Filled with a nightshade-venom mix that he has been working towards perfecting for centuries -Erlenmeyer Flask(4): Used to make potions -Bag of Ingredients: Small ingredients used in Alchemy -Raven:Pet -Gas Mask: A gag item -Heavy Gloves: Used when handling acidic/destructive materials. Prevents the need for restoration, which takes up energy. I'm going to list all seven knives here. 6 are from W&R, and one is the heirloom Tubuel: This blade emits a bright light that can be seen by all within a certain radius Raguel: This blade ignites when the proper incantations are spoken Simiel: This blade emits a loud noise when the proper incantations are spoken Inias: This blade attracts insects from within a small area. Saboac: This blade is constantly covered in poison Tubuas: This blade acts as an opposite to Uriel, and sucks in light, leaving a void of darkness around it Uriel: This blade ran in the family, and thus only responds to those of their descent. It is seemingly linked via magic, or Atlas would be unable to use it due to the vampire cells. Operates as a boomerang. When Used In Unision: Tubuel+Tubuas: Creates a radar of nearby living things Raguel+Saboac: Flame grows twice as strong Inias+Simiel: Attracts insects from a larger area than Tubuel alone Other: Pretty good at the mandolin and bartending. Here he is</s> <\|message\|>Drake Sigurd Across a small apartment building, a mouth to a rocky forest, the sound of a tree falling over shook the nearby earth with a loud thud. Drake was dressed in his casual attire with his brown cowl to help conceal him from the chilly Maine breeze. With his monster of an axe in his grip he had already severed a few trees, and had begun to make them into dividable pieces. It was around this time that Drake would collect fire wood for the coming frigid days of winter. This also gave him some additional 'training' as he thought, or at least would make the excuse of, mindlessly swinging his axe and making cheesy poses and moves from some poor imitation of an action movie that any on looker would think anything but cool or viable moves. After dismembering a few logs it dawned upon him that he was supposed to be at work today. Cursing to himself he would run out of the woods, deciding that he'd continue after wards, and would sprint back by his apartment and across more of the road. Though he didn't have a mode of transportation he didn't live too far from the old building. Arriving after about 30 minutes of sprinting he would collapse on the sidewalk out of breathe.</s> <\|message\|>Jaklo Wright Jaklo sized up the new meat. He was even younger than him. If he was a hunter, which seemed unlikely considering the magic pulsing around him, and he distinctly smelled of strange ingredients with a hint of brimstone. A demonologist? An Alchemist? Either way the kid seemed massively underwhelming. Jaklo had heard there was someone supposed to stop by about joining, but now Jaklo was doubting Markiel's judgement. It seemed more like they were taking in a stray than a new recruit. The kid was dressed scraggy regular clothes, not even good field gear, and honestly seemed like he wanted to run and hide just from a basic conversation. Jaklo stepped around Lenya, and approached the kid looking him up and down. "If you think this is just a club for mages then you will be rudely awakened. So think twice before you sign anything. This isn't a job you usually get to retire from." Jaklo was cold and clear. He made sure the message was conveyed and headed down to the first floor to discuss something with Markiel. The warlock was standing behind the reception desk as he read from his new tome that was on the desktop. The sign on the front door had been flipped to say closed, an extremely rare occurrence. Mark muttered in Polish his face full of concern. Kelvin was on his shoulder and cawed when it saw Jaklo. Markiel looked up and instantly his visage changed to his normal positive demeanor. "Jaklo, I din't'ear you come down." He said his accent now think having just been using his native tongue. "The sign's flipped. You never do that. Clearly we have something going on. Care to share?" Jaklo inquired casually. "We noticed an irregularity. A strange weather front has been expanding from the north. It's entirely unnatural. It's been getting worse as it moves. It already has dropped the temperature twenty degrees and at the origin point the temperature is dipping into the single digits. I've been studying all I can, but I'm no closer right now. Seph is going to address everyone in a couple minutes. He just wanted to sort out somethings. I'll get Maria. Please get everyone up to his office." Markiel wasn't foolish enough to try and sound cheery as he explained all of this. Jaklo nodded and climbed the stairs back up. He grinned to the crowd. "Seems like fate has given us great timing for the new arrival. We've got a case. Looks like you're getting to see what we do first hand. Everyone needs to be in Seph's office in five." He was clearly mocking the kid at this point, but he didn't care. If this kid couldn't handle this then how could he handle facing down a sphinx about to bite his head off or a vodoo doctor trying to dissect him. Jaklo headed for his cubicle and collected his things. He changed clothes into field gear. On top of it all was Visage. He pulled out Arcane Justice and strolled back to the group. Which had been joined by Glory with a basket of warm, buttery, corn muffins. "OooOoo muffins!" Jaklo said taking two from the basket and chowing down. He realized he probably looked like a pig and as such promptly justified himself, "With great power comes great metabolism." He said just after swallowing, "Anyway... Glory, we have a case so there's a meeting in five in Seph's office."</s> <\|message\|>Atlas (Corporal to his WWI buddies) Glancing up from his computer, Atlas comments on the announcement."Ah, things are about to get interesting. My first field case.", Atlas grimaced. He knew something was up, call it his supernatural spider sense. He knew there would be others. People were running late today, so they would not be alone when it came time to face this evil. Atlas recoiled yet again. Another priest, or something. For him, the work environment was particularly hostile. Gory Grey? No, the name would be less...crude. Atlas didn't care, and so opened a drawer in his desk. He pulled out a dusty satchel, with spots for vials and other small objects. He swiveled his chair, turning over to the second desk. He pulled out some of his more...violent? No. More than that. At a loss for words, he just settled upon atomic potions. He also grabbed healing and mana potions, and a small sack of spices. He thought for a second,"Did I miss anything?". Something clicked. He had forgotten two extremely important weapons. Well, one. He was waiting for a parcel delivery that delivered a component of the other. He commented how it would help with his brewing, then turned to a dusty book The title read: A COMPLETE EXPLANATION AS TO WHY THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS SANTA. He opened it, dust flying everywhere. It was hollow, and a key was inside. He took this key, then pulled a small box out, from below his desk. Fumbling with the lock, he opened the box. A set of extremely sharp knives sat in some expensive looking cloth. There were enchantments to make the blades unholy monstrosities. The others had magic, and magic guns, and muffins, but at least Atlas had decent cutlery. He put them in his satchel, and removed his coat. Sunlight could not penetrate these clouds, but just in case he pulled out a large umbrella, sticking it in the bag. He stood, wearing some Victorian clothing and a wicked grin on his face. He always worked better when something was at stake. Just before leaving, he grabbed a bottle of liquor. Vampirism didn't counteract raging alcoholism. He rejoined the group, a seemingly different person "Well then. It seems we have a case. Cheers.", he said, as he laughed and drank at the same time, a seemingly impossible feat. "What is it, 2, 3 people haven't shown up for work? We're screwed seven ways to Sunday. We can hope, da?". He had slipped back into Russian. "Excuse that slip up. And you, boy". He turned to Coal. He was thinking, in a spiteful manner, "Don't go poking around in the head of somebody 7 times your age. I've met con men with more finesse than you.". He merely told the rest, "Let's hope SOMEBODY dies this time" Chuckling, he began to head upstairs, knowing full well he pissed just about everyone off. He tripped on the stairs, turning it into a failed flip. But he didn't stop laughing. He sat down at the table, opened his bags, and began organizing his bottles and potions before the meeting began.</s>	<\|message\|>Atlas (Corporal to his WWI buddies) posted in wrong thread sorry</s>
<\|description\|>Tyler A confident and determined trainer who enjoys the challenge of capturing wild Pokémorphs. His personality leans towards assertiveness, as he approaches the situation with Espeon in a confrontational manner. He has a strong bond with his Arcanine Pokémon, which suggests that he values loyalty and strength in his partners.</s> <\|description\|>Espeon A psychic Pokémon morph who enjoys her solitude and freedom. She is cautious around humans due to past experiences but also displays a certain level of assertiveness when she feels threatened or intruded upon. Physically, she is a fit and tall pink-furred creature with split-tipped ears, two long tails, and perky nipples. Her eyes are purple in color.</s> <\|narrator\|>A Pokémon morph named Espeon is enjoying her sunbathing when she notices a trainer named Tyler with his Arcanine Pokemon approaching her. After a confrontation, the two engage in battle. However, before long, Espeon uses a powerful ability to transform both the trainer and his Arcanine into female Arcanine morphs. The transformed trainer becomes infatuated with the Espeon and asks to stay with her as a pet instead of being recaptured by another trainer.</s> <\|message\|>Tyler Nothing in the world was better than sunbathing. Today was the perfect day, and many Pokémon and Pokémorphs alike were enjoying the warm weather. Two tall pink ears twitched as purple eyes opened up. The pink-furred figure stood and stretched, just as a few humans walked by. They stopped and stared for a moment, but soon moved on. Her split-tipped tail swung behind her as she walked towards the ocean before her. Unlike some of her siblings, Espeon enjoyed swimming every now and again. What she liked most though was drying her fur in the sun after a lovely swim. Twenty minutes later, the morph walked out of the water and laid on a large rock that was put on the beach for fire Pokémon or Morphs to sunbathe on. Of course, a lot more than just those types used it. Espeon lay out with her feet crossed at her ankles and her tail flicked from side to side as she closed her eyes. She could hear everything going on around her, but what awakened her was the fact that the sun was setting behind some clouds. Pouting, Espe decided to get up and head back into the woods so she could be on her way home. Usually she didn't travel through the woods where trainers hunted her kind. She stuck to city streets and other paths, but since her last battle, her clothes had been ripped up and with nothing to wear, she had to travel like any other Pokémorph. Yes, that's right. Espeon was naked. Her nipples became perky as a breeze blew by, but she barely even noticed. The psychic morph decided to rest along the side of a well-traveled path. Her purple eyes closed, but she was on full alert, just in case someone came by.</s> <\|message\|>Espeon Tyler sighed softly as he slowly moved through the city. Today would be the day that he caught himself a pokemorph, it was the perfect weather today, and he knew that a lot of pokemorphs would be out in the woods today. Of course, a lot of them were shy, but he didn't care; he was going to get one, no matter what. He knew the forests outside the city very well, and therefore he also knew where he was going to look. He looked down at the pokeball in his hand and smiled. His Arcanine was strong enough to take on any possible challenge, so he wasn't worried about anything right now. He saw the outskirts of the forest and then moved a bit faster, so he could get there as fast as possible. He soon reached the forest and let out his Arcanine so she would be ready to challenge a pokemorph or defend him against one. She started looking around before catching the scent of a morph that had been there not long ago. "Lead the way, Arcanine," he said, and they ran after her. Of course, he couldn't run as fast as his Arcanine, but he had trained her so she wouldn't run too fast that he couldn't follow her. The female Arcanine stopped near an Espeon morph... A naked one... That wasn't something you saw every day. "Okay, Espeon, get up! Let's fight!" he told her with a smile upon his lips, as his Arcanine took a defensive stand. He was ready, and so was his Arcanine. "If you don't fight, I'll just have Arcanine weaken you until you are weak enough to get caught!" he told her as he looked over at her with a confident smile upon his lips. He loved battles, and hopefully this Espeon would put up a good fight.</s> <\|message\|>Tyler It was the Arcanine's scent that made Espeon open her eyes slowly. There was a trainer there with his large canine Pokemon, ready and waiting to battle. She just sighed softly and stood up slowly. Once up on her feet, she stood at five feet six inches tall and her fit body showed she did a lot of running. Purple hues looked the two over as her ears pinned back a bit. Her lips pursed together and she took a step forward. As the jewel on her forehead began to glow slightly, Espeon brought her hands up to a fighting position like a human would. While she could speak just like humans could, the psychic Pokemon gave no hint of her ability. She just wanted to get this fight over with and maybe have some fun in the process. She was tired of humans trying to capture her and she planned on teaching this one a lesson.</s> <\|message\|>Espeon He smiled as he saw this and then nodded. "Good... Let's get this started then! Arcanine! Use Fire Blast!" He ordered, as he watched Arcanine move into an offensive stance, before taking in its breath and then firing its powerful fire blast towards the Espeon. He wasn't sure if this Espeon could speak or not, but he knew that most pokemorphs could, especially the psychic types. Once the fire blast was sent away, Arcanine took a defensive stand and waited for its opponent's next move, as well as for any orders from its trainer. He didn't need to use Sunny Day, since the sun was already shining and powering up its fire moves. He hoped that fire blast wouldn't be enough to take out this morph, because if it was, he wouldn't be able to use her on his team; she would be too weak. Of course, he would heal her and then leave her alone. She seemed very strong, the strongest he had seen so far.</s> <\|message\|>Tyler The Fire Blast was a powerful one, she would admit that. Espeon was quick to use Protect, the flames just licked to either side of her as they bounced off an invisible shield. Just like the others. Her eyes began to glow blue and soon Arcanine was in the air. Not only did she pick up his Pokemon, but she picked the male up as well, putting them side by side. "Now now," she said, scoffing at the human. "Did you really think your dog could beat me?" She asked him. "Since you think you are so amazing, I'm going to see how you deal with being one of my kind." Espeon was never this malicious, but she was just tired of always having to run and find a new home once a trainer had his eye on her. She began to mumble something under her breath. The two began to glow and she pushed them together by bringing her hands towards one another. There was a bright flash of light and it was done. From where the Arcanine and trainer were hanging now hung a female Arcanine Morph. "See? Not so fun is it?" She asked as she put the Morph back on the ground so he could figure out what had happened to him. Espeon's slender arms crossed over her bare chest as she stood there to watch over the Arcanine.</s> <\|message\|>Espeon He smiled slightly as he saw the green shield around the Espeon, a powerful pokemorph indeed. "Okay Arcanine! Let's try with Heat Wave!" He told it, but just as it was about to move, he saw the light blue line around it and then growled, but he soon after felt the same blue line around his body as he was lifted up into the air as well. "Hey! Put me down!" He told her in a scared tone. "My Arcanine is not just a dog!" He told her in a cold tone, but then felt how she now started moving him closer to his Arcanine while mumbling something. What was she going to do? He asked her, he had heard what she had said about being one of her kind, but he didn't quite understand her. He saw the glow, but was unable to do anything about it. He saw the bright light and his eyes widened. The light was gone soon after, and so was his Arcanine. He was put down on the ground, and immediately fell to his knees as he had gained some new weight on his chest. "What did you do to me?" He asked her, looking down his body, seeing that it was all covered in fur. His eyes widened and he screamed... But it wasn't a male scream. It was a female scream. "Where is my Arcanine?" He asked her in a scared tone. She was his friend, he didn't know what he should do without her. She had always been there for him... He needed her!</s> <\|message\|>Tyler The Espeon just clicked her tongue at the boy, well, girl now. "Calm down dear. I've just made your friend...closer...than you think." She stepped forward and quickly straddled the Arcanine Morph as the male inside tried to figure out what was going on. Her paws cupped the canine's new breasts and she leaned forward to nip at her sensitive ear. "You and your Arcanine are one now. Only I can change you back to being human, but I don't think I'll do that just yet." Espeon gripped Arcanine's breasts firmly before she kissed the Morph roughly. The kiss lasted only a few minutes, but she had enjoyed it. "You are a pretty little thing aren't you?" Her hands moved from her breasts down her soft, furry stomach. "So soft too. I love your fur." Espeon licked her muzzle before getting up and off. "I think you oughtta be my little pet. What do you say?"</s> <\|message\|>Espeon As he heard her words, his eyes widened. "N-No.... T-This can't be true..." He mumbled and looked down. "W-Why not change us back?!" He asked her before he then felt her grab his breasts, and looked up at her. When he felt the kiss, his eyes widened, there was something about it... Something that felt very good, but he just couldn't tell what it was. He felt her hands on his stomach, and blushed a bit while he looked down at her. He felt the lick on his newly formed muzzle and just blushed even more. "P-Pet?!" He asked her in a scared tone. He didn't want to be someone's pet... He didn't want to belong to anybody, he just wanted to get his old body back and leave as fast as possible. He knew that he couldn't run away like this... He knew that people would try and capture him if he ran away. "I-Im not going to be your pet!" He told her in a nervous tone, unaware of what she could do.</s> <\|message\|>Tyler The jewel on her forehead began to glow and her purple eyes met his. "You will be my pet if you want to be human again," she said, as though using some sort of mind control on him. Espeon moved in closer and licked the Arcanine's muzzle once more. "If not, you can run free and be captured by someone else." She stepped back and waited for him to make up his mind. Of course, Espeon knew he would much rather stay and become human than be captured and stuck like that forever. Her paw moved through the Arcanine's hair and she giggled. "Oh, you're going to have so much fun learning from me," she said, excitedly.</s>	<\|message\|>Espeon He heard her words, and then sighed. She was right, and he knew it. Of course he wanted to be a human again, he didn't like being a female pokémon like this, he didn't like being a pokémorph. He felt the lick on his muzzle, and then sighed again. "I-I'll stay," he mumbled, but he didn't want to get caught by some new trainer and be stuck like this for the rest of his life. He felt her paw go through his fur and just looked down before he let out another sigh. "I'm not a good learner," he mumbled, wondering if she was going to have him stay like this for the rest of his life, or if she was going to change him back to his normal, former human self or not. "How long will you keep me like this then?" he asked her while he sighed. He wanted to know for how long he had to stay like this, so he would know if he had to get used to it or not.</s>
<\|description\|>Tori Neus Alias Nuisance Age 15 Gender Female Appearance Personality Tori is a straightforward and honest girl. She says what's on her mind and isn't afraid to do so. Tori is also quite the jokester. She makes puns and jokes whenever she feels it's appropriate, places whoopee cushions and other such prank items in certain places, and more. Skills -Cooking: Tori is a decent cook. -Trivia: Tori has learned a large amount of information over the years from various books and documentaries. -Puns: what place would be complete without puns? -Magic Tricks: with a lot of spare time on her hands, she tends to learn odd things. Powers - Creation: essentially, her power is to create anything. Of course, there are limitations to her creations: 1. No living creatures. Naturally. Even she can't create life that easily. 2. Reality: Tori cannot create something that doesn't physically exist. 3. Knowledge: Tori is limited to only creating what she knows and understands. 4: No magic: Tori can create things like magic rings and wands, but any magical properties they have will not be created. Other than ther, anything's fair game. Equipment -None hertory Tori's parents were often too busy with work to spend much time with her, so she spent most of her time alone in the house or with friends. With that time, Tori used it to learn. Admittedly, a lot of it was non-academic stuff, but it was fun. Regardless, Tori used her knowledge to humor and/or annoy her friends. One day, Tori wanted another whoopee cushion to add to her collection. All of a sudden, it was there on her bed. Confused, Tori then thought of getting another deck of playing cards, and a deck fell on her head. Tori continued to experiment further, and soon realized that she had the power to create. Then she moved on with her life, unperturbed by the discovery. She lived her life as an ordinary human, goofing around with friends and doing well academically. However, she couldn't resist using her power in secret every once in a while to create some funny situations. It was fun for a while, but novelty of it quickly wore out. Eventually, she realized that she was bored. She had an amazing power with very little practical use. As Tori walked home, she wondered what she should do. As she did so, she was pulled into an alleyway and a knife was placed near her throat. Tori soon realized that she was being mugged. However, she was not worried. With a thought and a hand in her pocket, Tori soon got the mugger to leave with a wad of counterfeit bills (George Washington was replaced with Abraham Lincoln). With the situation dealt with, Tori gave an idea some thought. Could she use her powers to do some good for her city? With the thought in mind, Tori went off to do some researching. One thing came to another, and she soon found herself with the Teen Titans. Other Titans Go!</s> <\|message\|>Korand'r It is hard to damper the spirits of a Tamaranean, they were a notoriously hearty people and the young Korand'r was no acceptation. Despite his nearly countless failed attempts at cooking, dozens of ruined pots, the multiple pleas from his fellow teammates to quite, a handful of food sick friends, and one case of him somehow setting a pot of water on fire Korand'r was still as determined as he ever was to master the arts of preparing Earthly cuisine. So with a fire in his eye and a pep in his step, well a pep in his non-step seeing as the young alien was currently floating above the ground, Korand'r began gathering ingredients for another attempt at a cake. Milk, flour half a dozen eggs, cheese, ham, pretzels, chocolate chips, and half a pineapple were just a few of ingredients that the alien gathered and dumped into a large mixing bowl. Korand'r was so consumed by the stirring of his "batter" that he was utterly oblivious to the fact that the whole of his team managed to gather behind him, well until they began to speak that is. Turning the young alien offered them his nearly trademark grin before speaking. "The good morning my friends!" His tone was as warm and kind as it always was, it never seeming to falter. As he listened to each of his teammates speak Korand'r didn't for a moment let up from his stirring, him mixing with such speed and force that in no time the once bowl of miscellaneous goods soon was all one uniform glob of goop. Dipping a finger in then quickly returning it to his mouth a look of pure bliss came over the orange fellows face. "Oh friends you must try the batter of the cake!" Korand'r said with glee, holding the bowl filled with the chunky orange yellow mix out towards his friends with excited eyes to see their take on his latest concoction. But as if a higher power was at play in order to save the other young heroes' taste buds from the brutality that was Korand'r's cooking yet another alarm was set off through out the tower, and a burning stove was not the culprit this time. Quickly each of the so called Teen Titans received an alert of the communicators each of them were given informing them that there was bank robbery in progress. To what could only be relief for his teammates Korand'r set aside his toxic brew of would be cake then turned back to them. "It seems the day is in the need of saving!" The alien exclaimed valiantly, looking over each of his teammates with a grin. "Titans do the go!"</s> <\|message\|>Jasper Simmons Jasper SimmonsQuickshot As Jasper was heading back inside from his archery practice, the alarms rang throughout the tower. From his belt, his communicator beeped, and he picked up his pace towards his room. He tossed aside the quiver of practice arrows, setting his bow beside his 'work' quiver, and quickly changed into his crime-fighting costume. For the most part, he wore it under his civilian clothes, hot as it may be in the summer. Satisfied once his domino mask was on his face, he slung the quiver and bow over his shoulder, hurrying back through the tower to the main living area. Sure enough, the team was assembled - but they didn't look like they were ready for battle. If anything, he could assume they'd already been gathered in the kitchen, given a few of the team's state of dress. Shifting his bow, he looked at his teammates. "I'm ready when you are," he told the room. "Anyone not flying or running?" Unfortunately, given the fact that the rest of his team had powers, Jasper was a little left behind when it came to transportation. He'd either have to rely on one of them to get him there, or take either his bike or the team's car. It really depended on whether or not someone else was going to be traveling with him. He could've just left without speaking with them, but he could practically feel his mentor's disappointment for even entertaining that thought. Being on a team meant communication, even if it was for something as simple as transportation to the scene of a crime.</s> <\|message\|>Tohi Lee "Thanks Tohi. I didn't fancy a round 2 with the pots." "Tohi, none for me? Lucky for you, I already have one. So, playing Cat-sanova with these two lovely ladies?" "You and your punny ways Tori. Now that your here, he has to entertain all 3 of us ladies. That'll be fun!" "Someone's having hormonal surges. Hay Tohi, is one of your enemies Anonymous? I hear they are the sworn enemies of furries" "Is blue upsetting? No, thank you, appetite is...not exactly a concern. By all means, Light, take more. Or you may have them, Tohi. What is a Catstanova? Do you mean Koran?" Now he had the attention of three women(and bat-mite), he'd had dreams (and nightmaes) that started or ended like this. Remember that scene in inside out where the boy's head is going defcon 2 with GIRL! GIRL! GIRL! alarm? He's not that bad off, but he has been stepped up to in his flirtation...Twice! "Thankfully, Toony, I've been blessed with a quick mind as well as body so I can keep pace with all three of you fairly. I saw you get one when I went through the room, so I knew you were already covered. But if you are hungry for something with more substance, let me know. If your of the lantern corps, blue is hope. And if I get the attention of an international hacker organization, then i'm League material for sure." Then the alarm went off for a bank robbery with the address. Being the fastest of the group, his function was obvious. He leaped up to the second floor where his gear was kept. Slapping on the holster belt and boots before pouncing down with a bounce. "Imp! With me, lets go do the recon while they catch up."</s> <\|message\|>Light "One moment Nova. Can't see a thing." Light said as Nova was cheerfully offering something he had apparently made while Light was struggling to pull the crock pot off her head. After a few moments of stumbling around, she managed to get it off, her head in the shape of the pot, at least until she shook her head back to normal. Looking at what Nova was offering gave her pause, but before she could refuse him, the alarm went off again. With a sigh of relief, Light pulled out her communicator to see what the problem was. "I guess its time to play Cops and Robbers!" Light said as she saw it was a bank robbery. At first she thought about pulling out one of her portable holes. She was halfway into pulling one out of her dress when Jasper asked the room about their travel plans, reminding Light that he didn't have any powers. Thinking better about it, Light put the hole away and said. "Well, I can't really 'fly'... Want me to go with you?" Light said moving next to Jasper. It would be interesting to know how he got around, Light just hoped that today wasn't an Anvil day. At any rate, she didn't really wanna run with Tohi today. Some days he was nice, some days though he went a little overboard. And anyways Light didn't know much about Jasper anyway. Maybe she could get him to be a bit more social like the rest of the team? Or so Light figured as she gave Jasper a large toothy grin while giving him a brief one armed hug.</s> <\|message\|>Xilmtoklp Bat Mite heard the alarms go off and he made another comment, "What's it this time? Baking cookies in your room?" The response that Nova gave to the alarm was not exactly what Jr had expected when it came to seeing action, a robbery didn't seem very worthy of his skills as an Imp and maybe it would be overkill to have all of them go, but Jr really wanted to do something with his powers. Tohi said to him that they should go and do some recon of the situation. It made sense they were some of the faster members of the team. Jr smiled at Tohi and was ready to go. "What ever you say kitty. Let's get going" and with those words, Bat Mite Jr exited the Titans' headquarters and took off into the sky heading towards the bank that was being robbed. He hoped that Tohi was as quick as he claimed to be and got hear soon. Assessing dangerous situations seemed to be a job better suited for more mature heroes than him and he had screwed up on a few occasions doing hero work by himself thanks to not doing proper recon. "I bet that these robbers are probably going to have hostages and make threats. I'm getting a very silver age feeling about this" Jr said to himself as floated almost half a block away from the bank so he didn't draw any attention to himself. He at least was going to wait for the team and not try to be the lone wolf and do something stupid.</s> <\|message\|>Albert Alphonse Kazam As the kitchen and dining room grew ever more crowded, Al sighed to himself. Ignored, he was, the others too attentive to their own conversations. T'was an odd feeling for the magician, as he was very much accustomed to being on the center stage and having the world's undivided attention whilst he dazzled them all with his - to toot his own horn - amazing talents. Even Kor, the resident alien and usually the one who would at least humor Al's self-centered ways, instead was busy insisting that everyone try his cake batter. That, Al immediately decided, had bad idea written all over it. Too many times did the others, himself included, make the mistake of trying Kor's cooking only to end up paying for it in the bathroom later on. As if being saved by divine intervention, the alarms went off, this time for an actual emergency. With a great weight lifted from his shoulders, Al stood to his feet and, able to retain his encouraging attitude toward Kor, said with a frown, "Well, damn it all. Looks like we'll have to try that cake another time." he even patted Kor's shoulder to really sell his sympathetic act, "But, duty calls, and who am I to deny my audience the wonder and splendor of my magnificence?" With that, Al gave a wave of his wand and spoke an incantation he had recently invented for himself, "Emitwohs s'ti, pu tius!" with his backward proclamation, his clothes gave a bright glow that suddenly completely enveloped the mage. Once faded, Al was now in his magical attire, his previous outfit now adorning the mannequin in his room, since his spell had essentially swapped the outfits. A rather convenient spell it was, too, since Al no longer had to worry about taking the time to painstakingly adorn his suit, which was quite a meticulous task since manually putting on a suit like Al's required one to be very careful not to induce a wrinkle somewhere since such a mistake would blemish an otherwise handsome attire. "Let the opening act begin!" said Al, even taking off his hat briefly to make a bow like a performer coming out on stage.</s>	<\|message\|>Tori Neus "Heh, slow down there," Tori said to Tohi before shoving the last of her donut into her mouth. It was definitely still a good donut. Tori then looked over to Spectra and smiled at her confusion. "Don't worry, Spectra, it's not important," Tori explained. Nova was also already on the way to create another "cake", which made Tori both amused and just a little bit concerned, but before the creation could cause another disaster, an alarm blared, this time signaling a real disaster outside the headquarters. She would've loved to chat some more, but she supposed that it would have to come at another time. "Looks like it's time to do some crime fighting," Tori said calmly as she took off her glasses. Tori concentrated a little, and a white suit began to appear on Tori's person. Simple white pants, an open jacket with a buttoned shirt and red bowtie, a short white cape, and a top hat to finish the costume. Tori had also created a fancier set of glasses, a short black wig, and a cane to add to it. In just moments her disguise was complete. It was fortunate that she was wearing light clothing, otherwise it would have been hotter than she liked in that clothing. Jasper had appeared as well, all geared up for the occasion. "Hey Jasper," Tori greeted the archer. "You offering a ride? I could use one, thanks." Sadly, unlike many others in the group, Tori had no physical superhuman abilities. Still, it wasn't like that was going to stop Tori from coming along.</s>
<\|description\|>Miku A young woman who has spent her life underground, giving her a pale complexion and an intense gaze. Her personality is fiery and independent, as she resists being treated like a prisoner and tries to assert her autonomy. She also has a quick temper and isn't afraid to stand up for herself. Despite her difficult past, she shows signs of adaptability and resilience.</s> <\|description\|>Shikamaru A young man with a casual appearance, dressed in simple attire consisting of faded black shorts, a green mesh t-shirt, and a small coat over it. He has long hair that he usually ties into a ponytail. His personality is sly and teasing; he enjoys provoking others with his words and actions. Despite this playful demeanor, he shows signs of seriousness when it comes to the important tasks assigned to him.</s> <\|narrator\|>A young girl named Miku has been imprisoned underground for most of her life. She's finally given a chance at freedom by the village leader, who pairs her with a partner named Shikamaru. After initial tension and challenges, they begin exploring their newfound freedom together in the Leaf Village. Their journey leads them to a ramen shop where they experience amazing food for the first time. Throughout their adventures, they also confront each other's personalities and backgrounds while dealing with their assigned roles as partners.</s> <\|message\|>Miku Miku gave a groan as she lay on her bed. While the underground home she was used to wasn't the best, she had a feeling that it could be worse. She closed her eyes as she tried to tick away the seconds before Tsunade said she would come. Just a few weeks ago she had met the current Hokage hearing that she wanted to put her to use; she was glad, as that might mean she might actually get a shot up to the surface. While she might not have actually walked around the village, she knew the entire village outline as it was trained into her as she memorized it. Though as she lay there, she heard a knock on the door telling her it was time. She moved quickly to the door, which was unlocked from the outside and then opened. Because she held no true ties to the village, they kept her under lock and key until Tsunade had found out about her. Finally overruling the elders on the matter, she was finally able to get her out of the undergrounds. Miku was led to a room that was closer to the surface. While Miku had gone out to the surface, it was never for long and usually just to go and do assassinations for the village - nothing more. As she entered the room, Tsunade was already there, only there was another Ninja with her. Miku looked at the man, his mask on as she didn't trust him, in truth, she didn't trust Tsunade fully either yet. The current mask was one of indifference. "Miku this is Shikamaru," Tsunade stated. "He will be your partner, as well as . . . well, let's just say the only way this will work is through a probation period. So you will be staying with Shikamaru as well as doing Missions with him. If he gives a bad report, I will be forced to comply with the elder and place you back here."</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru It had been extremely early that morning when Shikamaru was summoned. "Dammit," he grunted as he rolled around in his bed trying to ignore the continuous knocks on the door, "why can't they wait till later?" The intruding knocks grew louder and louder as the village shinobi pounded on his door. He knew he would have to get up if he didn't want to get in trouble with not just Tsunade but also with the elders. "I'm coming, I'm coming." He yelled at the door as the banging seemed to stop. Quickly he got dressed in the same get-up he wore every day: faded black shorts that stopped at the knee, a green mesh t-shirt, and a small coat over it. Putting his hair in a ponytail, this time unusually letting it fall, Shikamaru headed to the door to answer his higher ranked shinobi. In moments they flooded his house. Shikamaru had only received news about a new mission, one that would probably be the most difficult and important mission he'd ever have in his life, and now as Tsunade spilled the info, Shikamaru was in a way appalled. "So I'm basically living my life for another person?" He asked a bit frustrated. She steadily replied, "No we just need you to look out for her... She's our biggest weapon and we can't let her get out of hand." A myriad of questions already circled through his head, but the session was cut short by the Hokage herself. "We'll be leaving soon," she said, and just moments later they were headed out the door. The journey wasn't far but as they traveled Shikamaru couldn't help but notice that unusual terrain. Suddenly there was a hole in the ground, an abyss, as Tsunade and the others walked through it casually. A bit uneasy, Shikamaru forced himself to walk down the hole as well. It was dim, and barely visible; the only thing you could see besides from yourself was the pathway directly below your feet. Keeping close to his comrades, he trekked through the long dark trail hoping this would all end soon. "What a drag," he muttered under his breath. Suddenly, two large boulders began to screech as the light penetrated through the darkness. Nearby, Shikamaru saw a figure which he couldn't quite make out. It looked sort of like a woman. He gallantly walked by Tsunade as he was introduced, taking a good look at Miku. His facial expressions changed immediately. "This is what I have to protect? What a drag." He put both arms behind his head as he turned around showing his back at Miku.</s> <\|message\|>Miku Miku was quiet, used to the way the tunnels were though, as she saw Shikamaru come out from behind Tsunade and heard his remark. Her eyes seemed to spark alive, and before Tsunade could warn Shikamaru, she had a small crystallized dragon wrap around his ankles and pull them out from under him. She gave a smirk as she watched his reaction to it. Before anyone attacked the dragon, however, it released him and flew towards Miku, landing on her neck and wrapping around her. She gave a smirk as she looked on, though, as Tsunade gave her a glare; she threw her hands up. "Hey, he started it," she said. "I don't need any protecting." She added with a smirk before she looked to him. "Though this guy just might," she said with a laugh. She had a bit of a twisted sense of humor, but she hated being looked down upon. As she stood there, she looked to Tsunade. "Won't happen again," she said, petting her dragon before it dissolved away.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru He already began to let his guard down now that he knew she was a girl, but he never expected the dragon. In fact, he didn't even remember seeing the dragon. Instantly, it wrapped around his ankles, causing his eyes to widen and his senses to kick in. His leg forcefully jolted back as he tried to pull free, only to find there was nothing there, and only to find himself tripping over his own force, which made him stumble. What a great way to start a mission. Regaining his balance, he crossed his arms as he looked her in the eyes. "Haha, very funny. I hope your childish games amused you," he said, turning around to face Tsunade. "Do I really have to watch her?" Of course, Tsunade being the stern lady she was, didn't even bother to shake her head or even give any indication of her answer. It was already implied. With a big sigh, he turned around, walking towards Miku. Extending an arm out, he said in his casually relaxed voice. "I'm Shikamaru."</s> <\|message\|>Miku MIku watched as he tried to correct himself, only for it to be what really brought him down. She smiled and was enjoying the fact that he seemed to be easy to mess with. As he turned to her, she gave a nod, saying, "Oh yes, very much so." Her mind was already working fast to figure out how to get out from under him so that she could go see more of the world outside. "Miku," she said, extending her hand to take his, giving it a firm shake before heading towards the door. She didn't care if he followed or not, but she was sick of this place and wanted out. She knew the way out and now that she had met him, she was free to walk out of this pit of a place she had been forced to call home.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru As soon as the handshake ended, he was a bit puzzled by the fact that she was trying to leave already. It had just been moments since they met and he didn't even know hardly where he was. "Really?" He thought to himself as she began to walk out of the cave. Not bothering to follow her, he crossed his arms, smiling a bit before speaking. "What do you think you're doing? Trying to get me to leave already?" he remarked teasingly. "Just because I'm here doesn't mean you have your own free will to do whatever you want. You know thousands of lives depend on you."</s> <\|message\|>Miku Miku stopped and turned to him, only this time her entire body language had changed. Her eyes narrowed on him, as she turned and walked back to him. "If you've spent your entire life down here in this hole never allowed to see the sun unless you're going to kill somebody," she said, "I believe you would want to leave." Fuck with me again in the wrong way and I'll make it that every time I'm out I kill," she stated before suddenly putting her mask back on and walking away again. It was true she could easily crystallize him and he'd be dead instantly. She just wanted to get out and see the sun. As she got outside this time, her hand came up to shield her eyes as they adjusted to the light. She wasn't used to it, but she already knew that she would adjust. A soft smile formed on her face as her eyes finally stopped hurting. She wasn't use to it, but she already knew that she would adjust. Giving a soft smile as her eyes finally stopped hurting, she looked around and gave a true smile as she closed her eyes and let the breeze pass through her hair, making her relax a little. Only as she felt Shikamaru coming out with Tsunade did her smile fade. For now, she would behave. She just wanted freedom, yet even now people just meeting her didn't care to give that to her.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru Shikamaru kept a sly smile on his face as he was yelled at. Her cold eyes were something he was familiar with growing up around this part of town. He actually found it quite entertaining seeing Miku go off like this. He was ready to test her, two people almost complete opposites were about to clash. "Is that a bet?" He asked tauntingly, "You know, I thought I'd be guarding someone who was held at a higher standard. But you just seem like a girl with a bad temper. No wonder they lock you up in this pit." His cold, provocative words rolled off his tongue eloquently, and his speech was flawless. He couldn't wait to see her blood boil. It seemed to him that Miku had underestimated him because she was so quick to try to jump on him.</s> <\|message\|>Miku Miku was stunned by his words, but her eyes remained hard. She moved quickly, gathering her chakra and making crystals wrap around her fist. She came at him like lightning, disappearing from view and appearing behind him with a strike to the back of his neck aimed at knocking him out cold. She didn't want to give this guy any chances; she had been abandoned too many times before. In truth, she was still the orphan girl who nobody cared about, left alone in a cell to cry herself to sleep every night. Fighting was the only time she ever saw another person.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru Shikamaru began to deform. His skin tone faded to black, then his shape disfigured into multiple shadow-like vines. Swirling like crazy, they were quick to react, propelling themselves towards Miku, but purposefully crashing to her feet. Out of the shadows, a faint figure appeared, tossing something in the air. Of course it was Shikamaru playing with his kunai. "As I said, you're nothing but a girl with a bad temper," he said, keeping a steady pace as he walked towards Miku. "All that power gone to waste without knowledge and control. It's a pity Leaf chose someone like you to be some secret weapon," he said with a deep sigh. Shikamaru continued his trek back to Miku before stopping a few yards away. With a smile creeping across his face, his tone was lighter and friendly now. "Don't let that talent go to waste, or those looks either," he said, sticking his tongue out tauntingly. Shrugging, he laughed as he approached her, making several overexaggerated hand gestures. "You know if you really wanted to see the world, all you had to do was ask."</s> <\|message\|>Miku Miku wasn't surprised when he disappeared; only when she noticed the shadows moving towards her. She quickly formed a crystal barrier around herself, thinking it would stop them - but it didn't. She wasn't sure what was happening as she saw him coming out of the shadows now. It was strange to her, yet as he talked, she just looked away. "You know all you did was accuse me of trying to get rid of you," she said, closing her eyes and lowering her crystal barrier as it dissolved. She couldn't stand how this felt. She was still in a prison, and no one seemed to care. "Yeah, well, I thought it would be common sense by now," she stated, crossing her arms.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru A more friendly side of Shikamaru was showing as he teased her a bit. "Oh come on, you're not going to let all that energy go to waste now," he said, poking her cheek. "I'll show you the real world as soon as I can find my way out of this one." It wasn't his fault that he didn't know anything about the girl. His mission was to protect her, not to know her life story, but he thought that maybe he could understand why she acted so rashly if he could understand her more. Already in a hurry, Shikamaru walked quickly towards the door he thought was the exit. "What are you waiting for? You coming?"</s> <\|message\|>Miku Miku really didn't know how to handle Shikamaru. Sai had no emotions at all, so she wasn't sure what to think. Though as she moved to leave, she noticed that he was going the wrong way, so she stopped and looked to him. "It's this way," she stated, giving a smirk, happy that she at least got him with that. "Come on, follow me," she said, starting through a door that was behind her. As she waited to make sure he was behind her, she started again to leave, knowing that he was following now. As they reached the tunnel that went straight up, she wondered just how this was going to be for them. Suddenly feeling nervous, she stayed quiet as they came out into the sunlight. Her head came down to cover her eyes as they needed to adjust to the brightness. Now in the sunlight, he would see just how pale she was, standing there in her black capris that had a weapons pouch on her right thigh and her black belly top. She usually didn't care what she wore, but suddenly she was feeling a little uneasy as she looked around to see the grass and trees. "This is going to take some getting used to," she stated to herself as her eyes finally adjusted and she turned to Shikamaru to lead the way to the village. She had never really been in it before.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru Turning around to face her, he looked at her then looked at the dark abyss he was heading to. "Uhhh, yeah of course. I knew that," he said playfully. He was a bit relieved that the tension between them had gone, and she didn't seem like such an annoying person after all. For a second, Shikamaru actually thought he didn't mind being her bodyguard. Recovering from making himself look stupid, he followed her through the exit of the cave. It still sent chills down his spine as they walked through the dark hole. The only question that ran through his mind was how she could live here for so long and still remain sane. Finally emerging from that hole in the earth, Shikamaru couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at her pale complexion. Chuckling, he said, "You look like a ghost. Come on, I'll show you around." Instantly jumping onto the rooftop of a nearby house, he really didn't know where he was going, but he was just going to show her around the places of the Leaf Village.</s> <\|message\|>Miku Looking back at Shikamaru as she heard the comment about being a ghost, she gave a snort. She soon followed him onto a nearby rooftop, landing beside him. "Well, then, lead the way," she said with a smirk, unable to contain her excitement at finally seeing the village she had been working for.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru Free-running from rooftop to rooftop, freedom was something that Shikamaru never neglected, and also one of the few things he loved. Now that they were side by side, free-running from roof to roof, he decided he'd mess around with her. "You're awfully slow, aren't you?" He said, pulling ahead of her to a nearby roof, then shouting back to the roof behind them. He planned to race her to the ramen shop before they would go on any missions, but he wanted to keep it a surprise, knowing that she likely hadn't ever had ramen down in the hole where she lived.</s> <\|message\|>Miku As she heard the comment, she gave a smirk. "Well, I would be going faster if I weren't afraid to leave you behind," she said, suddenly disappearing from next to him to reappear six blocks ahead of him. She truly did have great speed, but she'd never had to push it for such long periods before. "Come on. You're supposed to be showing me around." She stood there, waiting for him, confident that he would appear next to her. She was starting to get bored with these challenges, however.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru When she turned back, Shikamaru was already out of sight, but he didn't appear next to her. Instead, he was shouting from a few blocks behind in the street. "Don't get carried away now, I'm down here," he said. He had stopped at the best Roman shop in town, which he visited almost every day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. As a casual customer, he always got some kind of discount - either a free meal or half-off. "Hurry up, lunch is on me," he added, moving the beads that hung from the top of the door covering the entrance. He sat down in the chair on the bar, ordering his usual casual meal and something for her too.</s> <\|message\|>Miku Miku smiled as she heard his voice yelling at her. He was indeed faster and probably smarter than she had given him credit for. As she appeared next to him as he walked into a ramen shop, she found herself outside the door, taking in the scent before finally following him inside. She wasn't sure what this place was, but as she sat down next to him, she asked, "So what is this place?" She was used to bentos, but that was it. Nothing more than that had ever been given to her. Not that she knew, but the bentos had always been market-bought, always the same one, and she hadn't been given the option for anything else. If she didn't like or feel like eating it, she wasn't given a choice for something else.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru Shikamaru smiled as he looked at the chief then turned back to her. Propping his head on his arm, he couldn't help but notice the curiosity Miku had about the place. "It's a ramen shop," he said, pulling himself up and letting his arms rest on his head. "I'm sure you've had noodles before, but you've never had anything like the stuff these guys make." And with that, the bowls made a loud clank as they hit the table in front of them. Instantly a trail of steam began to ascend in the air as the mouth-watering aroma lingered in the air. Shikamaru's face lit up, seeing the noodles in front of him. "Haha, let's dig in!" It was only moments later when his first bowl was completely empty. "Seconds!" He shouted, finishing the second bowl in just a few moments once again. "Ahh, I'm stuffed."</s>	<\|message\|>Miku Miku listened to what he stated only as she watched the bowls being put down in front of her. She was a little more than shocked when she smelled just how amazing it looked. She ignored what he was doing (not sure if he eats like that, but the anime doesn't really show either lol) as she picked up her own bowl to start eating. She was shocked at how good it tasted before she was really going at it, wanting more and more. Though as she finished, she felt full with just one bowl. She gave a soft sigh as she relaxed on the stool while he ate away at his second bowl. As he finished, she wondered just where she would be staying and how this was going to work, though with the way she saw him, she was supposed to stay with Shikamaru.</s>
<\|description\|>Rowena 'Moden' Leigh Gender: Female Age: 27 Birthplace: Glasgow, Scotland. Appearance: Personality: Aloof, impatient, strategizing, understanding, merciful, logical, prefers dark humor. Occupation before the breakout: Dog trainer, specializing in attack and police training while attending college. Skills: Dealing with animals, more specifically dogs and horses. Medicine and botany. Fears/incompetencies: Being left alone. Geese. Bad at building intimate relationships with people. Has an addictive personality. Equipment: One large duffel bag. Two .44 Desert Eagles. Ammunition. One envelope opener. One pocket knife. One broken rusty pipe. One 10 pound dumbbell. One canine unit by the name of Themistocles (Alaskan Malamute, male, alive). One flare. Three glowsticks. One can-opener. One package of plastic eating utensils. Three med kits. Three packages of sanitary wipes. One medium sized bag of dry dog food. Six cans of random soup. Two loaves of bread. One photo album. One jade rosary. Group: On her own with the dog. History: Rowena was born of a one-night-stand between her Scottish mother and American father. The only reason she was brought to America two years after she'd been born was because her mother was looking for the man. Unfortunately, she didn't find him. Just sunk her teeth into the nicest and richest man she could find as soon as she could so that Rowena could have a life of some kind. The divorce happened when Rowena was eight years old and after that, the men just came and went like the news. Nothing interesting. Her neighbor's father got her interested in guns, training her carefully until she was able to hold her own with a weapon. The man took her out to the farm he owned, out far in the countryside, teaching her how about wildlife and the plants that grew in the nearby forest. Every now and again he'd let her watch as he treated and cared for his horses. But it was the dog that Rowena grew most fond of. It was a skinny thing that ran faster than anything she'd ever seen. That sparked her interested in dogs, pushing her to take up training them on the side. Eventually she left home and started post-secondary education as well, Themistocles given to her as a congratulatory gift when she was accepted into her program of choice. Rowena was close to finishing up her program when the outbreak started,uprooting all her efforts and sending her life into turmoil. She'd travelled back home only to find her mother dead and her step-father gone, a note of 'be safe mody' on the floor being the only comfort she had. So after a second rage-filled breakdown she began preparing herself and Themistocles for the worst, heading out into the storm in hopes of finding survivors.</s> <\|message\|>Rowena 'Moden' Leigh Slightly worried about the man outside all on his own in a bad state of mind, Rowena was thinking of sending Themistocles in after him, but realized she'd rather not be separated from her dog and so she just kept him close, rubbing her fingers along the edged of his pointed ears. She looked in the direction of the man speaking, realizing the it was the man that had reached for her dog. If he agreed with Ethan's views that'd be rather strange of him then, to reach for a dog that could've been violent or untrustworthy. It just made her smile a sad smile internally as she listened. Ah, so there had been a reason as to why everyone was so broody and on edge. Walkers and death was nothing new to her anymore, nothing to grieve over because she didn't have anything to lose. But these people might've been in a different situation and they might've not only gained traumatic experiences but lost people they loved. The woman hadn't had any experience with that sort of thing since she'd discovered her mother's corpse but she most definitely remembered her grief and anger, along with the weeks that followed. The weeks of coping that finally subsided as she finalized her survival plan and moved into the sewers. So she understood to some degree what they might have been going through and sighed, taking the baseball cap off for a minute and running her fingers through her hair. " I see. Well if that's the case, I do apologize. I was obviously oblivious," she said but not taking back her words. She still did mean what she'd said, though now she understood why the group were as they were. " I just want to help," she said, glancing around the room, her dog completely and utterly uninterested in the exchange of words.</s> <\|message\|>Nikki Hyatt Collaboration with @josephb@Aerandir Nikki said "Excuse me" to Jason and she followed Ethan outside. Katana at the ready she looked around, then walked over to Ethan. Her voice soft she asked "Hey, you ok? I heard." She sat down next to him and leaned her head on his shoulder and gave him a one armed hug. Nikki felt like she had been slugged when she heard the exchange and saw the look on his face. She could only imagine how he felt and it had to be pretty crappy. She kept her head on his shoulder and let him lean into her a little. It was amazing that she and some of the others hadn't just snapped today. If she had been in his shoes she was sure that she would have. Ethan smiled as Nikki came to console him, "I just needed a bit of fresh air." He leant into her hug and didn't really say anything. Seeing Kat had brought a load of memories back from before the infection broke out and how simple life was before when he had no cares in the world travelling around America. Jason raised an eyebrow when the blonde guy, whom he heard was Ethan, rushed by him after blowing up at the scottish woman's questions. He did manage however to catch the door from slamming completely as he was standing right next to it. He looked around the room and noticed how most of the people reacted to him storming off, a bit of shock, and a bit of 'what now?' on their face. He glanced at Nikki as she said "Excuse me," and simply moved enough to let Nikki to go out side. The scottish woman continued to introduce her self, and explain her situation. Licking his teeth under his lips he decided what to do, obviously the man who just stormed off was the leader. While the other man with a heavy accent and broken english engaged the woman he pushed the door open and slipped out. Closing the door behind him gently and glancing around to see Ethan just a wee bit away with Nikki with her arm around him. What were they a couple? That would make things a little more awkward for Ethan if that was the case. Still scanning as he walked over, he flipped his safety to single shot casually, Being outside it was more safe to keep it off than on. He made it clear he was walking towards him, not to spook him in his state, but to also let Nikki know he was there. He turned around and leaned against the wall Ethan was crouched against on the opposite from Nikki and was silent for a moment. He then asked, "You doing ok there champ?" while sucking on his teeth. while he looked down at him. Ethan looked up see one of the newcomers, leaning against the wall. He was in the army, that was clear enough from the outfit and the heavily specialised gun that the man had with him. The sun was slowly starting to set now over the ocean as Ethan thought about the question. "I don't really know to be honest." He paused for a few moments and then continued, "Sorry about what happened in there, I'm usually better at keeping my emotions in than that. What's your name? I didn't hear you mention it." He looked around, his eyes squinting at the lowering sun. He waited a moment before speaking. "I'm Lieutenant Jason Hunter of the Navy Seals." He paused for another moment, just twice he interoduced himself with his rank...not that it really mattered out here...hell he didn't know if the Aircraft Carrier that served at his base was still there...was there a reason to still hold that title? He glanced down at him, "Don't say sorry to me...I just met you. Say sorry to them." He said jerking his head back to the house. "I understand you just lost your home, but you also just found out your a father? You know how many people would love to find out that they have family somewhere? Even if it' s a six month old kid?" Ethan took in everything that the man was saying to him. "I'm not upset that I'm a father, I'm just still in shock." He thought about what had happened, but he started to talk anyway, not really knowing where his thoughts would take him. "I was trying to process everything I guess... and then in the middle of that, I had a complete stranger going on about people being too cautious. I just needed to vent and she was unlucky enough to be there... I just came outside to try and come to terms with what's happened... And now there's Kat, who I met once more than a year ago and we somehow ended up in her house with my child and now that's two more people I feel like I have to look after." Ethan suddenly paused, he had no idea why he was telling this to a complete stranger, when a minute before he'd snapped at the girl for being someone he didn't know. He thought about the man giving his full name plus his rank. "Hmm, I didn't know the army was still going. Where've you come from?" Jason scratched the back of his head,"I'm not Army, I'm Navy, As far as I know we still are. I was on my way to Coronado, Supposedly there is an Aircraft carrier that is there, and was the base of operations at least six months ago." He glanced back down at him. "Next time you want to vent, do it to a walker. Your group doesn't need to see you have a break down infront of them....It only causes them to worry and make things worse." Ethan didn't reply to him, but he completely took in what the Lieutenant said to him. For better or worse, everyone who had survived seemed to look towards Ethan in their time of need and he needed to start being a proper leader. Hopefully he could live up to everyone's expectations. Nikki had no idea how long they sat like that. It was getting dark. She had been listening to Jason and Ethan talking. She leaned over and kissed his cheek and turned and hugged him. "You know I'm here if you need me. If I were you though, I'd go talk to her." Nikki squeezed his hand and nodded to Jason and went back inside. She went over to the playpen where the baby was and she could see the baby was Ethan's spitting image. There was no doubt this was his child. Jason didn't expect an answer, as a few seconds after Nikki went in, he decided to follow, Slowly making his way back to the house he gave a few more scans of the area before slipping back inside. He situated himself near the window though just to make sure Ethan was in his sights. A few minutes after Nikki had gotten up, Ethan decided to go back inside as well. Everyone was chatting in separate groups. Lauren had fallen asleep, Ethan forgot that some people had it a lot worse than him. "Sorry about that outburst before everyone... I shouldn't have done that." He said in a much calmer voice that he'd used before. "I don't know what came over me" Then Ethan looked over to the Scottish woman, he didn't quite catch her name. "I should really apologize to you. You just wanted to help out and I shouldn't have a snapped like that." After that, he went and found Kat and simply said, "I think we need to talk." With a slight smile.</s> <\|message\|>Walter Pierce Walter Pierce "Hey, relax-" Walter extended an arm out in attempt to calm Ethan down before his friend had stormed outside, shaking his head. He sighed, rubbing his head in the wake of a headache. He honestly had enough of all the revelations and surprises for a day, in lieu to all of the dying and destruction he'd already seen before. "It's not your fault," Walter told Rowena as he looked to the side where she sat, a weary smile on his features. Being the one to have always done supply runs, he had his share of experiences when it came to speaking with outsiders. Some of those run-ins were not all-too friendly, but a lot of the times, he had returned to Dana Point to introduce a new member of their community. So why cast someone else away when they needed one another the most at this point in time? "Rowena, is it?" he nodded to the woman. "I'm Walt." When Nikki came back into the house, followed by the soldier and Ethan himself, Walter watched his friend apologize to Rowena before looking for the resident of the house. To be fair, they still had not debated on whether or not they could reside for the night, and the possibility of being thrown out was still reality. Walter blinked, wondering what the night would bring; he had volunteered to watch over, after all. "Thanks for not sicking the dog on me, earlier," he said.</s>	<\|message\|>Rowena 'Moden' Leigh The slightly uneasy repetitive movement of fingers over fluffy pointed ears was paused as Rowena was addressed, looking to the man who'd spoken to her and replying with a and drop of a shoulder. The corner of her mouth turned up in a half-smile as she spoke. "Maybe not but I did pull the trigger. Partially at fault, I'd say," she said, glad to hear he was willing to give her his name. She'd felt bad about the man storming out of the home and had been minutely debating following after him or sending her dog but the same thought as before stopped her. Just that she didn't want to be separated from the canine and that being alone again might have her losing the rest of her mind. "Yes, yes it is. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance. It's nice to put a name to a face then, Walt. As for the dog, don't you worry about it. He's quite friendly but there hasn't been anyone to be friendly with lately. Poor thing's getting bored of just my company," she said with a chuckle. Themistocles looked between the two humans, judging the situation. Upon deciding it wasn't anything worth of his attention he glanced away, far more interested in the other humans he hadn't yet had the pleasure of meeting. "Have you all been together since the outbreak?"</s>
<\|description\|>Otto Engel Age: 43 Sex: Male Race: Human Appearance: Being a foreigner from more northern lands, Otto is in fact paler than that which would be common in the region, contrasting with the dark colors of hair, kept clean, which makes for his extravagant beard and hair. He is not a tall man, standing at a mere 5'7", roughly 170 cm, as well as boasting a slender and often remarked as frail body. Granted, no he is not extremely skinny, but he could use a few more pounds. As for wardrobe, he tends to wear darker colors despite the current fashion of the region where "color is everything," sometimes he can be found with a linen shirt on and some trousers. Personality: An outwardly calm and collected man, it seems that this man is infinitely patient which is somewhat of a requirement for his job. Displaying emotion, to him, is unmanning and is something only a woman should do, among other things. Inwardly, however, he is a greedy man who will do many things if faced with a large amount of wealth. Biography: Otto hails from more northern lands where the climate is much more temperate than where Venara is situated. He grew up with high expectations from his father to become a proper learned man and become a nobleman. Sadly, Otto had become a doctor instead, wanting to help people out of the kindness of his heart, perhaps it was because doctors actually made a decent amount of money, who knows. The foreigner was a skilled man in his craft, helping many people from his lands. However, Otto seemed to suddenly lose his touch at a period of time where he lost many noble patients who had requested his care. Patient after patient, death upon death. Even better is he found himself with more wealth upon the death of those patients. If one were to ask him how he felt about the deaths of those, he would say he did not feel much in the ways of their deaths. After the death of a nobleman, he had to flee his home country to go to Venara where he met Leon Delorano after helping to treat one of his sicknesses and soon found him employed under him. Years later the death of Leon's wife came over the family, he would say it affected him deeply but he would hardly express his concerns. The same with the death of Eduardo Perfori. He remained the Head Healer of the house doing his best to offer advice to the grieving ones while he continued to operate as normal as ever. Soon, Leon had died, this death truly affected him, and he began grieving for many weeks for his fallen friend. Position In House Delorano: Head Healer Equipment: * Cane * Stiletto * Black Coat * A small pouch of money Skills: Human, +1 to choice skill (Grace) Gifted: +4 Grace, +4 Reputation Above Average: +3 Brawling, +3 Acumen, +3 Skullduggery Deficient: -2 Dueling, -2 Gunnery</s> <\|message\|>Pieter DeSielva the Younger Lips curling at the sight of little Juniper causing trouble. Pieter had to admit, he would have thought that all the lessons he had offered her in subterfuge and skulduggery would have taught her the value of keeping your cards to your chest. But lo, here she is, not even to Pieter's chin and daring to try and incite a civil war inside the House. Perhaps once she learnt to let go of grudges, she could become a successful player in Venaran politics. Then again, maybe she needed to get better at holding grudges. Chuckling slightly to himself, Pieter took another sip of his rosé. This was excellent. Gods above, he would love to spend an evening with a few bottles of th is and maybe that sweet young actress he had seen performing at the Hierophant Theatre. Goddesses, what was her name? She had the excellent bosom, and that lovely dimple. She had actually known all of her lines while performing The Ruin of Fortinbras, which is rare indeed, since most of those pretty girls who took to the stage had more tits than smarts, and come to think of it it's very likely that Livia, ha! Livia! That's her name, anyway it's very likely that Livia would only be a year or two older than Juniper, and wasn't that a thought? Goddess around, that chill must be what a father feels. Disgusting. Let it be gone, there's no need of that. but given how much is going to be changing around here it might be prudent to start cutting back on dalliances- who knows how many will be on someone else's payroll? It's not that wild a thought, it was done in one of the operas a while back, now that was a fucking excellent piece of work. So were the legs on that soprano. And that baritone had that alluringly snug doublet. Perhaps it would be smart to commission a play venerating Leon. Perhaps a retelling of one of those great Elven Journey Plays. Tie it in to the coming greatness of the House Delor- A crack. That was a fucking gunshot. And there's a blur just outside of the balcony. FUCK. Scraping his chair roughly against the floor, Pieter jackknifed up standing, fumbling with his pistol as he pointed it towards the balcony. Otto shouting something unintelligible per the norm, Meldyr, the brave man ordering his men into defensive positions. Pieter listened to the masked figure talk. Interesting, if what they said was true. Pieter lowered his gun. All aiming it did was make the fellow more likely to strike. But.... "Why are you here?"</s> <\|message\|>Fiona Delorano Lorenzo and Fiona Delorano --- Fiona watched her son as he entered the room with the eyes of a proud parent basking in the success of a child as well as the eyes of a lioness watching her growing son. His mannerisms and accomplishments in his knowledge and abilities were evident those paying attention. As Lorenzo shook hands with his friends and comrades, Nalia made her announcement of Lorenzos new position and seat in the hall which took many for a surprise including Lorenzo whose face lit up slightly at his name being spoken in such honor. When he took his place next to his mother, Fiona caught his eye and smiled gently at him her eyes screaming with victory behind the fading tears and then returning her expression to normal as she faced to group once again. Watching the drama unfold under the Delorano roof as she sipped from the edge of her wine glass with all the grace of a noble lady. She was no longer surprised or shocked by Luciens childish temper tantrums though now, she was almost gracious towards them due to their influence in the advancements of her sons position. Fionas eyes found Junipers in cold content at her outburst during the summoning of her brother to honor him in a wake. The scorn was apparent to anyone watching and the disapproval was evident. Had Otto and Nalia not spoken first, she would no doubt have stood and spoken, instead she rose a glass of deep red wine to Nalia in honor of what she said and how she spoke then took a sip upon the conclusion of her speech. Fionas eyes no longer bore evidence to her distress and sadness towards her brothers death, they were instead filled with calm disdain, mixed with a solemn kindness that was known to others as her neutral expression. As Juniper stood and came around the table, speaking words of apology, Lorenzos face immediately fell into a soft smile he nodded at her understandingly and sympathetically, "I understand cousin." his voice was compassionate and warm as it often was. "By my honor, my fathers honor and the honor of my beloved uncle and second father, I will never disgrace them or give them any reason to believe their decision was not a sound one. They are wise and noble." Lorenzo's voice showed no evidence of mockery or sarcasm, his words were genuine and honest. When Fionas eyes met Junipers she simply nodded approvingly before turning to face the room again. The crack of the gunshot disturbed the subtle murmurings of the gathered group. Lorenzo stood instantly, hand on the hilt of his sword ready to draw it at any moment. Fiona did not stand but she did shift her eyes towards the balcony where the doors rattled then opened emerging The Crow from the shifting air. The others spoke singularly and all at once, Lorenzo's sword now being drawn from it's sheath before Fiona's hand lifted and touched Lorenzo's arm with her fingertips. Lorenzo looked at her with a small face of confusion as to why she had stopped him. Fiona rose from her seat with elegance and walked towards the balcony door, walking past the other members of the house and standing in front of them towards the uninvited guest. "Crow, why have you come here? If I remember from our last encounter you were told to never appear unless called upon. Was I unclear at the conclusion of our last engagement on this matter?" Her eyes watched the crows firmly and unmoving. Disapproval and scorn marked her face as she spoke to the man she seemingly had known for quite some time. "Speak!" Her deep, noble voice was loud and demanding her fingers were laced together and draped low in front of her waste standing still, her beautiful eyes and face marking him for death should he fail to comply with her demands. Lorenzo's eyes shifted from his mother to the crow unsure of how or why there had ever been an alliance between the two, unsure of how they met, or when, or for what purpose. He made his way as well and stood somewhat behind but next to his mother his hand still wrapped around the hilt of his sword in case of a scuffle.</s> <\|message\|>Nalia Delorano --- Considering the ruckus and the reaction of everyone else, Nalia let out a sigh and slowly stood up from her chair to face the being who had walked in. She looked almost bored, but her eyes were narrowed as she listened to the words than rang from behind the mask. "If you have come to pay your respects you should have come through the front door," she told the man calmly, her arms crossed over her chest as she felt like she had nothing to worry about, not yet at least, "Though if you took care of a potential assassin I guess I have to thank you for dispatching him. Now, who are you exactly and what was your relation to my late Father?" Unfolding her arms, her left hand went to the hilt of the rapier she always had at her hip, though she did not close her fingers around it as she did not want the figure to think that she was going to take. Ready to attack? Yes, always... but she wasn't about to, not yet and much like her father told her with fire arms, don't put your finger on the trigger unless you are willing to kill. At the immediate moment she wanted to know what the being wanted, because those who wished to pay their respects rarely decided to crawl in through a window. "And to answer your question old man, you can take my sister to her quarters and secure the two of you there for now, take three of the guards," she directed the doctor, displeasure in her voice for the man having went to her brother rather than herself though she never took her eyes off the cloaked figure. "And you my dear Aunt... you have some explaining to do if you know this being that has entered the hall without proper leave," bright blue eyes shot to her Aunt, the displeasure in her voice turning to anger in her eyes, she was getting sick and tired of people keeping secrets from her that could very well pain members of the house in a bad light. If her Aunt had an assassin on her belt, this was something her father should have known about, and at the very least left a notation about for his successor. ---</s> <\|message\|>Lorenzo Delorano The Crow The figure stood stalk still as swords, muskets, and threats were leveled at them. The mask hid any reaction the uninvited assassin might have had to the number of questions leveled at it. The Crow kept its hands well away from the weapons it was carrying and just folded them in front of itself, keeping them in plain view. Now was not the time to start a gunfight. The Mask turned when Nalia spoke to The Crow, the black pits of the silver mask centering on the new head of house. "If I came in through the front door as I am I would be apprehended and then you would know who I am. If I came without the uniform, I would have been ignored unless I revealed myself. I had not planned on making such an entrance. Someone detected me as I was arriving and sent cat's paws after me. Not proper guards, mind you. I suspect it was your master of spies given the men who tried to stop me." The Crow tilted its head to the side as a gesture instead of moving its hands to point. "I am sorry to inform you that one of them fell to lady Fiona's balcony and is likely quite hurt. The other will be fine, maybe a little bruised. after I had been shot at I had no choice but to enter to avoid any further casualties. I didn't come through the balcony on a whim, Matriarch Nalia. As for who exactly I am, I am The Crow, that will have to suffice unless you intend to kill me and pull my mask off. My relationship to your father was, complicated. It would be hard to explain and I am not interested in telling you at this time. Perhaps when I am not surrounded by guards and unimportant parties." The Crow turned its masked face and locked Lady Fiona in its eyeless stare now, "Lady Fiona, you did tell me not to return after our business was done. I regret to inform you, I did not intend to return to you unless someone wanted you dead. These circumstances go beyond simple contracts though. I came here of my own accord, no one is paying me to inform you about what the captured assassin said, nor are they paying me to suffer your delusions of having any measure of control over me." the last part was a hiss of disdain. While the assassin never gave any physical signs of anger, its voice clearly portrayed its dislike for being spoken to as an inferior by Fiona. The dark pits of The Crow's mask passed over the rest of the room. No words for them. The Crow thought they were all very unimportant in the grand scheme of things.The assassin judged each of them in turn, its mind processing and dismissing them in turn; the doctor was a failure and a murderer; the younger brother a foolhardy boy who would get himself killed in the courts; the former noble guard captain was just another body to take a bullet; the cousin and son to Fiona was an easy target with less sense than the women he bedded; and the musician and spy pretended at being important enough and that would lead him down to ruin. The Crow's gaze stopped on Juniper, she was different. Always sneaking about. If she could get her emotions under control she would a force. The Crow inclined its head slightly at the young girl, a small nodd and show of respect for the young girl.</s>	<\|message\|>Otto Engel Otto gazed at Nalia for a moment, contemplating on whether or not he should comply with her order or not. Naturally, he refused to obey the orders of her, it would not be a man's place to retreat while such a threatening figure stood before them. "As much as you would love for me to disappear, I shan't," the old man grumbled, his eyes returning to the assassin as he spoke with his gruff voice. How would he look if he retreated from the situation, certainly it would damage his reputation as a member of the family. Thusly, he would have to stay even if he openly defied the new leader of the house. When the assassin looked down at Juniper, Otto took a threatening step forward ready to attack if this being attempted to make a move on someone he had helped to deliver. He wielded his cane in both hands, seemingly ready to charge should he need to. The foreigner spoke in a bit aggravated tone, "While, sir or madam, I respect that you dealt with those assassins for us, barging in here as you did certainly did not alleviate the situation one bit." Hoping that the Crow did not call his bluff on attacking, Otto kept his face stern, attempting to hide fear. "I would kindly ask you to leave, as your presence is not particularly trusted here," Otto ordered, daring to take another small step towards the Crow.</s>
<\|description\|>Yurika Yurumiya "All right! Shall we go on a hunt, Mi-chan?" "Friends! You ask for my name, I WILL give you MY NAME! Huzzah!!!" "Lookie at my marshmallows! No touching though, don't be naughty! HAHA!" Gender: Female "Yeah, people say I should act my age but who cares? Right?!" Age: 18 (However she is a 2nd year in high school as she took a year off due to reasons…) "If you want to know something about me, you don't have to be all sneaky. I got nothing to hide!" Personality: Yurika is a girl with lots of energy for silly antics and shanenigans. She thirsts for adventure and wishes to do or find something interesting every day. If she failed to do so, she would do something to make it interesting with a mixed results. Always in a happy mood, Yurika is extremely passionate when it comes to her interests and hobbies which include watching superhero shows, anime and finding out new things. She is not afraid of people's opinions as she loves what she likes doing and endures their unpleasant comments with a big smile. This only leads her to having no 'real' friends. When she does make friends, she would become very protective of them. If anybody ever tease or hurt them, she would defend them even if they did not require it. She cherishes friendships with 'kindred souls' such as herself. Yurika is a bad liar and she hates lies unless it is necessary. She is an airhead most of the time but she is NOT stupid and can be very sharp sometimes. She can roughly guess when someone has a problem and she would always be there to help her friends in need…she tries even if she was not much help to begin with. Yurika stops smiling when she is very serious. When she is serious, it is never a good thing as she sees it as a hassle to think and talk too much about certain matters. She rarely gets angry but when she does, it usually ends with a brawl and her being ashamed afterwards. Yurika still gets annoyed though but she usually still has a smile on her face which ups the scary (and comedic) factor. "Remember when I said I got nothing to hide…well…I lied. Haha…" History: Yurika was born to a well-off family and had quite a normal childhood. Her father was a salaryman and her mother was a housewife. She had an older brother who was five years older than her. It was her brother who usually brought her to do various outdoor activities and some which her parents would not allow if they knew. Yurika's hobbies and interests were influenced by her brother and his friends whom she would hang out with since she finds them more fun than her own schoolmates. Everything changed when her brother died in a car accident when Yurika was ten. Her parents thought they could groom her to be the perfect daughter after their son was gone but they were wrong. Yurika refused to change however she slowly lost contact with her brother's friends who had changed and grew distant. With her schoolmates not willing to befriend her again, Yurika decided to just enjoy what she likes to do. However after years of hidden anger and resentment for being left out, Yurika would snap really badly if she was ever pushed to her breaking point. It happened during her final year of middle school and she was suspended which led to her being one year behind in her studies. She vowed to never lose her temper again and went back to her usual self-till the present. Her parents died during her first year of highschool and one of her uncles became her legal guardian who allowed her to live alone in an apartment after selling her house. She works during the weekends as a shop assistant at a game shop not too far from the school. She decided to join the occult club out of her own accord as she finds it the most interesting thing at the school for the moment. Furthermore, she heard rumours about the club president and felt it would certainly be a riot and exciting experience. "Make sure to put me in the party! My skills are awesome at MAX LEVEL!" Skills: 1)Item Sonar: It basically means she is quite good at spotting things…even in the dark. 2)Acting: Yurika is quite an actress and uses it to lighten up the mood or just to have fun. Another use is when she tries to be brave when in the dark to ease her friends who are afraid. 3)Athletic: Being doing outdoor activities a lot since childhood, Yurika's physical condition is that of one engaged in regular exercise. She is very confident in her leg prowess and body durability. 4)General Knowledge: She may hate thinking about stuff and finds school boring but she likes to read about random stuff which can go from serious stuff like world peace to idiocy like can pigs really fly. 5)Jack-of-All-Trades: Paired with 4), Yurika knows to do a bit of most basic skills. A BIT. MOST BASIC. "Now what else…? Hmmm…" Others: -One of the many things she loves to read are fanfictions. She is a great fan of a lot of them. -The reason why she keeps her hair long and ties it to a ponytail was because her late brother told her it suited her. -Part of the reason of her joining occult club is she wonders if they encountered ghosts…would she able to meet her brother again one last time? -She claims to be straight…right. -If anybody heard random sounds on the roof during lunch that would usually be Yurika roleplaying a superhero. -She loves to join in on her friends' shenanigans. -She loves to make jokes about the club such as them being like a Sentai team. -She has nicknames for all the club members.</s> <\|message\|>Karuta, Seiko ~Seiko Karuta~ "Uh, y-yeah thats my name. And what about Mitsuko in a revealing costume? It would be just us lot, and I think she would look rather cu-cool. She would look pretty cool." ...she was fairly certain Mura had almost said 'cute'. That would have been hilarious to hear coming from her. Seiko simply gave a small smile at the statement though, finishing the last brownie she had gotten as the other girl started eating the one she had given her, soon stating how good they in fact, were. Seemed pretty much everyone enjoyed Mitsuko's moms cooking, then. Maybe they could look forward to more delicious snacks in the future. That would be awesome. "So then. I've heard you're a journalist, or at least journalist in training." Mura said to her not long after. Ooh, trying to get the drop on her, was she? Kek~ "Sounds like an interesting career choice, and one I've looked at myself. Though I definitely wouldn't be good at it. I was wondering what made you want to do what you have been doing. You know, writing a blog and all that." "Pfft, wasn't really that hard." She immediately replied. "I like writing, and I like sticking my nose in other peoples business. It's a win-win for me. So, I guess nothing really made me want to do it. I just do it because I want too." And that was about all she had to say on that matter, if only because there wasn't really much to say on it. It wasn't like she was hiding some big dark secret or something. "Buuuut, enough about me~" She smiled, somewhat mischievously. "I wanna ask you something. Only fair, since you asked me something, after all." She continued. Mura wasn't about to get the upper hand in this little meeting so easily. "Soooo, there's tons of rumors about what you do after school, you know. There are some pretty...colorful ones, too~" she chuckled, pausing for a moment to let Mura try to imagine exactly where this conversation was going. and then she promptly changed the subject. "But who cares? I wanna know why you joined this occult club. Tell me, and I'll leave ya alone for now. Don't tell me and I'll have to speculate about your afternoon activities. On my blog, of course~" Whatever her choice, she was gonna go grab one of those waivers after Mura replied. She still did want to ask the Prez a few questions, after all. She supposed she could do that while waiting for everyone else to shuffle out.</s> <\|message\|>Matsushima Mitsuko Matsushima Mitsuko Classroom 2-A, Yurei High School Well, this seemed to be going...relatively well. The prospective members that remained were conversing amongst one another, and it looked like most, if not all, of them were planning on attending the Halloween Extravaganza. The turnout had also surpassed Mitsuko's expectations, so on the whole this had gone fairly well in her eyes. She would need to make sure the All-Seeing Eye's batteries got replaced before Saturday; an incident like what happened with that last time was too annoying to- The club president's thoughts were interrupted as another newcomer entered the classroom, Mitsuko turning to face him with a stoic expression. ...really? Could people not keep proper time? She was getting tired of repeating herself. Not bothering to change her words, and with a trace of annoyance present in her tone, Mitsuko rattled off exactly the same crash course that she had given stapler-girl Octavia. "Yes, this is the Occult Club. I am the president, Matsushima Mitsuko; it is a pleasure. You've missed the formal part of the meeting, but not much was discussed informationally. Essentially, just know that the concept of a soul is important, but not fully understood. Rational occultism isn't irreconcilable with science, but there are stupid occultists who deny science, so ignore those ones. A ghost is a soul without a body that suits it; if it has a suitable body, it's alive; if it has a body that doesn't suit it, then it's possessing that body. The Halloween Extravaganza will be a nighttime ghost hunt at the school, with a spirit I've been monitoring for a couple of weeks. Just get the waiver signed and hand it to me on Thursday." She stated somewhat exasperatedly, gesturing to the stack of waivers next to the container of brownies. "And take a brownie if you like, as well." After speaking, Mitsuko let out a soft exhale as she took a step back from the table where the waivers and brownies were positioned, idly waiting for those who had stayed after to talk to her to do so; she wasn't about to leave while her dear club members still had questions, after all.</s> <\|message\|>Charles Thompson Charles wandered through the halls, taking turns trying to find the hallway that would lead him to the door. Lousy club. At least I'll get a few days free from this supernatural shit. Charles scowled as he thought about the time he had just spent in the Occult Club. Stupid Mitsuko, what right does she have to blackmail the king of Yurei High? I never even wanted to be in this dump of a school, let alone this freakshow of a club. I could have been blackmailed into Rugby, Football, even photography, but no, I was blackmailed into the crappiest and weirdest club in the whole school.. Charles went to get out his phone to continue where he left off in his game, but to his utter dismay, he realised he had left it in the room in his haste. Charles swore and yelled, and began the journey back to the Occult Club, occasionally ripping down a poster or kicking a locker on the way back in his rage. Lousy club, it's even making me forget my damn phone. God, this will be embarrassing when I get back to the club.. "Ooo, come back have you?" Charles mocked Mitsuko's voice, his face getting more and more furrowed in frustration as he got closer to the dreaded room 2-A. Charles seriously considered running in there and attacking everyone, this would be a good time to grab Seiko and Mitsuko's phone and make a run for it. But he couldn't. Even if they weren't expecting him to be there, they would most likely tuck their phone back in their pockets at the sight of him. Finally, Charles arrived at the door of the Occult Club. He let out a quiet sigh. He could easily just leave his phone and entrust it to the people in the Club. But Charles knew that he couldn't do that. Makoto would probably break it, and Seiko would get her prying hands all over it, reading his texts, checking his pictures, messaging people from his account. He hastily glanced into the room, same old people, but there was someone else in there, someone that, unlike most of the other people in the club, he actually knew and liked. Eli! Charles thought with a smile. Ahh, this guy is a total bit of banter. He speaks English too. That means he could tell him about what was going on without the risk of unwanted ears prying into the conversation. Charles opened the door. He quickly darted to his seat and grabbed his phone, which was lying face down under the desk. Untouched, thankfully. He checked it just to make sure. No embarrassing texts sent from him, no pictures added or deleted. He sighed in relief. Then he turned to Eli, and spoke in his posh, accented voice, but this time in English. "Hey, I know you! How are you Eli? What are you doing here in this freak show? Blackmailed as well? Well, whatever the reason, watch out for Makoto, she punches, and watch out for Seiko, one tiny mistake and you're screwed. Big time.".</s>	<\|message\|>Yurika Yurumiya Class 2-A, Yurei High School Yurika was slightly hurt ,but did not show it, by the expression Mitsuko had on her face when she had asked about the brownie recipe. Moreover, the hasty response given by her president gave off the feeling the girl was hiding something. Or maybe she is just shy, haha... Before Yurika could give a response, Mitsuko had moved over to the girl who hit by the stapler. Yurika's gaze fixed on Mitsuko for a while and if this was an anime, people watching would have their yuri goggles levels at maximum. She heard the stapler girl introducing herself to Mitsuko and then talking to Makoto. Octavia...quite a unique name for a foreigner. The duo seem to be speaking english as Yurika had a bit of trouble understanding what they were talking about. She then turned to see a newcomer who had arrived late who seems to be yet another foreigner. She saw Charles re-entered the room after slamming it shut moments ago. Did he forget something? She noticed Charles's mood improved a bit when the newcomer came and heard him saying the name 'Eli'. Isn't that usually a girl's name? Yurika saw Seiko and Mura talking to each other. She had considered walking over to them to join their conversation. However, her thoughts were still on the white-haired girl who was now standing all by her lonesome by the table. She slowly walked over and stood beside her president. "Why are you standing here all by yourself and not mingle, oh dear president? You should talk with your members and get to know them...not just for a standard Q&A. Sorry if I am annoyed you with my weird questions all afternoon...its just...I want to be your friend and I hope you will let me," said Yurika who tried to put the most friendliest and sincere smile she could on her face to try to get Mitsuko to open up. She really hoped for a positive friendly response. "We could do many interesting things or just hang out together!"</s>
<\|description\|>Guan Yu (He does not hide his name, merely laughing off the naming as a coincidence) Nickname: Yunchang to those of his age or his sworn brothers Race: Human Fable Gender: Male Appearance: In his Mundane form, Guan Yu is a tall, suit wearing oriental man with a truly glorious beard a foot and a half in length. His most prized possession is a jade green cane, which is more of an accessory as he does not need it to walk. When not disguising himself, however, he grows almost a foot in height and his clothes are replaced by those of a truly royal regalia, and his cane morphs into the Dragon Crescent Halberd that was his weapon in life. Job: CEO of Celestial Life Insurance Pty Ltd Personality: Guan Yu is a stalwart man who believes in justice and virtue. Above all else, he believes in loyalty to one's family and friends. Beyond his ideals, he is a calm and serious man, yet he possesses kindness and compassion and always has time for anyone who possesses grievances for him to hear. He truly aspires to his sworn brother's ideal of a world of benevolence, and brings it about by being benevolent himself. Fable: Once upon a time in Chinese history there was a legendary figure named Guan Yu. Once the sworn brother of Liu Bei and Zhang Fei, he made his mark through his incorruptible honour and dedication to his brothers and their cause. His death at Fan Castle was only the beginning of his career, though, as the Chinese people petitioned their ancestors to allow Guan Yu to enter the Celestial Bureauocracy as the God of War. However, as a god he didn't necessarily bless those who go to battle but instead those who observed the code of brotherhood and righteousness. Eventually, as his popularity in the afterlife grew, he was elected by his descendants to the position of Celestial Emperor. When the Fables returned to the Mundane world, Guan Yu was pleased to find that China had blossomed in his absence, though he did not visit upon fear of being recognized. His image was everywhere, and removing his beard would be a most heinous crime against his own sensibilities. So instead, he went to the Americas, to Fable-town, and decided to continue his role as a custodian of the afterlife by providing people with security for their families when they inevitably passed on. And so it was that CLI Pty Ltd was formed, and through Guan Yu's benevolence, many felt safe and secure for investing with him. However, one must never forget that Guan Yu is a fierce warrior, and when his disguise is shed, he is a terrifying enemy to behold. Abilities: When transformed, Guan Yu possesses the strength of a hundred men. This is not an exaggeration. A single swipe of his halberd sends men flying, and he can withstand blows that would crush a regular mortal. His beard is also known to inspire awe in ordinary men, such is its beauty and glory. Regardless of his transformed state, Guan Yu can make his jade cane/dragon halberd simply appear in his hand, though it is a power he guards from others. Thus, it is impossible to steal it from him. He is also a capable statesman and manager, but not talented in the art of strategy. It is best to let others create plans while he executes them.</s> <\|message\|>Prince Leon, The Wounded Lion "A rousing speech, my lord," stated a man positioned to the back of the rather large crowd that had assembled to hear Cole speak. Wearing a finely knitted suit -who's golden hue contrasted his darker complexion- stood none other than Prince Leon, joining in the round of applause as a pleasant smile spread across his visage. This moment was a bittersweet for the man, marking a new beginning for so many of his kin and himself, but a remembrance of the cost... For a moment, his mind was swept back to the day he and his wife were supposed to flee, only to have the Adversary's forces raid their kingdom and take the life of his beloved. This darker moment was quickly swept aside however, as one of the party goers cast a cheerful smile and wave in his direction. Offering the same courtesies, he'd make his way off the dance floor and off to buffet table- his eyes taking stock of the plentiful feast their host had provided. Leon couldn't help but smirk, he did after all help furnish tonight's events, if only by providing the King choice cuts and ample meats to sustain the guests. Owning his own butcher shop was a relatively lucrative buisness, dealing with both mundies and fables alike to bolster his sales and sustain the life he was used to living. Some would say he was pampered, but he maintained that it was the proper standard for his station. After his few moments of daydreaming, Leon would step beyond the foods, making his way to the selection of wines and other refreshments that had been provided for tonight's event. It was then that the man caught a very familiar scent, his eyes glancing back and forth as if searching for something. It wasn't long before the source of the smell was found, eyeing over the fable known as Boogie. As he watched the man stow a flask beneath his jacket, Leon merely rolled his eyes as he lifted a glass of wine from the table before him, "You are aware that his majesty has provided sustenance for this evening, Boogie, are you not?" Drawing the same glass to his lips, he'd retrieve another from the table as he turned to the man to whom he spoke, "Or are you just used to isolating yourself. This is a time for merriment," Leon spoke as he extended the extra glass to the man, "Mingle with the masses. This is a celebration of our new lease on life." If the glass was recieved, Leon would depart from Boogie, if not he'd set the glass by the man's side and do the same. Being no stranger to these gatherings, Leon would place himself at the whim of the crowd, kissing the hands of whatever maidens approached him and offering the male's a firm handshake in greetings. Once again memories would flood his mind, though of a much simpler time. He remembered his own kingdom's ballroom and the banquets they contained, the laughter of the lords and ladies of his realm echoing within the walls and off the marble spires. To be back in his element after so long... This felt like home to Leon.</s> <\|message\|>Guan Yu (He does not hide his name, merely laughing off the naming as a coincidence) Attending A Party, Guan Yu Drinks Wine And Considers Standing off near the drinks table, holding a bowl of wine, was the long bearded and suited figure of Guan Yu. He had worn his finest suit for the occasion, as befitting such a momentous day in their history, and his jade cane was held firmly in his other hand. Though the revelry and joy surrounding him warmed his heart, his mind wandered back to his home of China. How he yearned to return! But alas, a figure of his importance would be recognized. No one could forget their Celestial Emperor, after all. Above all, he missed his sworn brothers. Neither Xuande nor Yide had reached a status beyond ancestral memory. How was it that he, Yunchang, could surpass them? Once again, the thoughts had clouded his mind, and once again, he banished them. It was appropriate that he was here. He had arranged for fine wines to be imported from China simply for his consumption, but others were partaking as well. It brought joy to Yunchang's heart that he had aided them so. This was why he also ran his life insurance company. The loss of family was always tough, and he was always on hand to ensure that the dead were sorted properly in the afterlife, and that their families did not have to suffer. Except for that pesky Mister Grey... He pushed the thought from his mind and filled his tiny bowl with another helping of wine. The revelry pleased him, for joy experienced by others was joy experienced by Guan Yu. There was no dishonour here, nothing for him to enforce, he was simply content to watch. He tapped his cane idly and drank down his second bowl of wine, a droplet escaping into his magnificent beard, but he ignored it. Indeed, a fine evening. Unless Mister Grey came along... he pushed the thought from his mind again. Dorian Grey would not cause him trouble this fine eve. Yunchang would not permit it.</s> <\|message\|>Abdul Alhazred. This name is (falsely) thought of as a pseudonym by his readers. Abdul AlhazredTerrific Tales of Times Past! In the northeast corner of the room, surrounding a tasteful ice sculpture of one Ichabod Crane in a rare moment of dignity, a small crowd had gathered. Not one of them shared a history, but amongst all of them a deep kinship was felt. These were the Fables best known for their scholarly duties. Wizards, warlocks, sages, mages, witches, and liches of all sorts generally congregated in groups, for a wide variety of reasons. In some cases, it's because the only thing a witch can understand and empathize with is another witch. In others, it's because witches are naturally obligated to start bloody conflicts with other witches. In a rare few cases, it's because these witches have something they need from one another. Regardless of the reason, there was a war of many-colored and many-shaped witches huddled around one another, with little care for each other's personal space. As is the case with many magic-users' meetings, things remained amicable but with very noticeable overtones of impending violence. At the present, they were boasting about their experiences. Abdul Alhazred was, contrary to popular opinion, not one to flip over tables and shower the room in hellfire at the slightest hint of competition. Nonetheless, he happily kept the same tone of voice the rest of the witches, who were the kind of people to do just that. His voice was cheerful and gentle, but, as was uniform amongst magic-users, held Implications. Right now, it was Abdul's turn to speak. Abdul had been talking about the myriad minor gods, daemons, spirits, and deluded mortal creatures he had consulted over the course of his travels. Creatures of the night were, strangely enough, quite talkative if properly libated, and could act as a bottomless font of eldritch lore. "--and I'll be honest, it was the best pilaf I've ever tasted!" Abdul said, wiping a stray fleck of dust off his shabby woollen jumper. "Yaldabaoth is quite a useful fellow, once you got used to him!" This set off a wave of hawkish chattering amongst the attending witches and wizards. A small amount of them had convened with the Squamous God Yaldabaoth, Lowborn King of Scaled Vermin, Banner-Carrier of the Black Century, and often found their interactions to be pleasant, if somewhat tense. The conversation briefly diverted onto the topic of how best to prepare pilaf. Many of the witches present had come from The Rus, and were eager to have their voices heard. The air around the impromptu coven stank of ozone as the witches amicably bickered and spat with one another. The sight of a crowd of witches arguing, much like a raging hurricane, can only be seen in its true horror a ways away from its center. At the center of it all was Abdul, smiling toothlessly and pleasantly presenting his own ideas on how best to prepare pilaf. Yaldabaoth and plenty others had given him a bottomless index of recipes borne from man's deepest dreams, and he was happy to share them!</s> <\|message\|>Dorian Grey (Damian Gray among mundies.) In Which Dorian Grey Encounters a Pleasant Surprise In a silent solitude, Dorian Grey lamented the events that had occurred after the Adversary. After all it led to the Mob taking control when the Aristocrats needed to hold the reigns more than ever. It deprived him of what he had laying around in his coffers, and the ability to roam around in a bohemian lifestyle he found so amusing. So of course, Mister Grey was in the proper attire for mourning as any true Victorian Aristocrat would be. For Dorian had truly lost much. Namely he lost a dear relative, one of his first cousins Darren Grey. Of course, it was complete nonsense. Dorian needed a bit more funding to maintain his lavish celebrations, as his coinpurse was drying up. So it was a good thing his cousin Darren obtained a nice life insurance policy from Celestial Life Insurance Pty Ltd. And so due to the 'death' of his first cousin, Dorian Grey was in his proper mourning attire, the well kept silk suit made of the darkest threads, alongside his light undershirt and cream colored gloves. He always was impressed how the dark went well with his own angelic features, and provided a suitable contrast. But even with his own mourning, he had a pleasant demeanor about him, much like the violet perfume which lingered upon him. After all he was a Victorian Gentleman receiving hospitality. And this small soirée was filled with peasants who would be looking up to proper aristocrats, in order to perform a vain mimicry in order to try to fit in. Well, at least the band could keep a tempo for a band. With that Dorian scanned the room for ladies who were being wallflowers and did not have a dance partner. As a gentleman he would be obliged to pick one of them, and more importantly it struck Dorian's fancy to do that. But currently, Mister Grey felt the need for a drink. With an elegant stride, Dorian maneuvered through the room with the utmost grace. And as he approached the selection of drinks he saw a most amusing site. Oh the Orient with the ill kept beard, was there holding a bowl. Of course Mister Grey had to chat with him and more importantly irk him in some manner or another. The thought tickled his fancy, as Yu provided to be a most entertaining benefactor. His serious mind was always good for a laugh. Dorian Grey approached Guan Yu, with a joyful smile plastered on his face. "Oh my dear fellow, fancy seeing you here." Noting the bowl in his hands, he felt a small ribbing was in order. "I was unaware that you were serving at this event. How quaint. Hm, I suppose next is to inquire upon the contents of the bowl, if it is drink or feast." "Mister Yu, I fancy a Mai Tai."</s>	<\|message\|>Guan Yu (He does not hide his name, merely laughing off the naming as a coincidence) Confronted At Drinks, Guan Yu Encounters Dorian Grey And there was Dorian Grey. Yunchang was annoyed by this turn of events, but he suppressed it in favour of his normal diplomatic tone. "Mister Grey!" he boomed. "I am sorry to hear of the death of your dear first cousin. Losing family is always hard, and if you require assistance in these times my company is willing to accommodate!" The opposite could not be more true. This man, this... hedonist had been screwing Celestial Life Insurance Pty Ltd out of money constantly. Under a string of assumed names he had defrauded the company that Yunchang had formed to aid those in need. Relative after relative, all identical. But he had never been able to prove it. "And should your intentions be less than benevolent," Guan Yu said, his tone much quieter now, almost conspiratorial even though he still wore the smile of seeing a friend, "I will find out, as promised. Then all of your contacts and associates will not save you when you learn what my title truly means. Are we clear?"</s>
<\|description\|>Mar'Ament "The Formless One" "The Black Blood" Physical Form: Mar, as one of his titles suggests, has no defined form, only being recognized most as like a black, blood-like fluid that can move on its own in any way it wants, taking up any shape or form that he wants or needs to. Abilities: Is currently incapable of using magic, but can learn it. Physical combat ability is potentially unlimited, the only limiting factor how much mass he has. Is capable of learning flight, and is able to harden different parts of himself into rock-like, iron-like, or harder consistencies. Personality: Calm, tactical, observant, and to many uncaring or indifferent. To others, should they earn it, a good ally to have. Wants/Needs: Doesn't exactly have any, though he has a thirst to learn and recover the history that was lost to him. Both of which he feels capable of doing himself. Does have a passive want of getting stronger, however. Relationships: None for now. Backstory: Mar has no memories from before he 'woke up'. So instead, I'll talk about when he was released. He was sealed inside an urn in some ruins right on the border of the elvish and dwarven territories, and a small group of elven warriors was sent to investigate, explore, and obtain anything of their people to bring back. One of them, a female elf, entered the chamber in which his urn resided. A couple of the other elves followed and they each went about searching the many bookshelves and few chest in the room. The female, unfortunately for her, touched the urn and it cracked from age. Right as that happened, the doors slammed shut, likely due to ancient magic, and a black blood from inside the urn shattered it as he lunged at the elf. One swing of the sword went right through it and did nothing, one swing was all she could do before it clung to her chest. She didn't feel it, but multiple small cut were made on her skin, then she felt the pain of the fluid entering her body through those cuts and her mouth and nose. Needless to say, he passed out and Mar took control, slaying the other elves in the room that tried to help her before he entered another dormant, restful state. The elf would wake up later, in a cage being drawn into the mountains by dwarves, feeling something inside her body and at the back of her mind. Other: Nothing at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Torrens Igneus As Torrens entered the settlement, he found that a squadron of dwarves was coming to intercept him, probably initially intended as reinforcements for the dwarves which had just been blown up. This contingent was made up of a few pikemen, as well as several axe-throwers. If Torrens had been at full strength, such a fight would have been trivial. However, with his presently limited amount of energy, he needed to carefully ration the amount of fire he used until he could find some source of heat. To start, Torrens pointed his fingers at the dwarves and fired a couple of bolts of fire at them. The first one, with the advantage of surprise, landed its mark and felled a pikeman. The second was blocked by a shield, and Torrens did not waste his time trying to get any more bolts past their shields. Then Torrens charged forwards at a full sprint, strafing aside as dwarves threw axes at him and managing to avoid getting hit by too many. When the gap between him and the dwarves was just a few meters Torrens lashed his hands forwards and cast out a fireball- not a very hot one, but one which would erupt into a large and disruptive plume of flame. With the dwarves distracted momentarily by the searing heat and the bright light, Torrens was easily able to slip past the spears pointing at him and push into the ranks of dwarves. As he entered, he clambered over the stocky figures, grabbing at their faces whenever he was capable or otherwise forcing his way past on threat of third degree burns. In just a couple of seconds of confused panic amongst the dwarves, Torrens had made it to the other side. Torrens cleared the group by a few paces, turned and taunted "Bye". Then Torrens turned and ran, easily outpacing the dwarves. As he continued, he found that Clotho's insect swarms had already cleared many of the streets. Those streets which remained held by the dwarves, however, were held tightly. One such barricade that caught his attention, however, was one which was using coals from nearby forges to rain down onto the bugs below. At the street level, the barricade was held by pikemen and dwarves with warhammers and battleaxes for whenever the Myrmidons pushed through the first line of pikemen. In the windows of the buildings adjacent to the barricade were dwarves with crossbows, raining bolts of steel upon the Myrmidons below. And on top, along with the urns of embers, were more crossbowmen and also a few dwarves with blunderbusses, which were keeping the flying Lambent at bay. Torrens wanted to get to those top floors. However, to get there, he would need to somehow gain access to the buildings, and there were no doors or ground-level windows on this side of the blockade, or else it would have been overrun already. The walls were made of stone, so he had no power to barge through them, and it appeared that any attempts by Antlions to get to the walls had been hindered by the rain of embers from above. And Torrens didn't have the power to spare to simply charge through the blockade. However, after a few moments of consideration, he did notice that one window of a building he wanted to get to was within leaping distance of the roof of another building which wasn't under dwarven control. A couple of dwarves guarded it from the inside, but that should hardly be a problem. Torrens entered the adjacent building and climbed to the rooftop. As he emerged, he was noticed by the crossbowman in the window he wanted to get to, and was struck squarely in the shoulder by a crossbow bolt. A small jet of flame erupted as a result, although it barely staggered the fire demon. Swiftly, Torrens retaliated with two bolts of fire, dispatching both the crossbowman and the pikeman guarding that window, then he ran forwards and took a running jump towards that window. A dwarf with a blunderbuss on the roof noticed him and took a shot, but that shot flew wide and landed behind Torrens. Torrens landed half way in the window, grabbing onto the windowsill with both arms. As he pulled himself over, he was almost knocked out of the building by a solid blow by a dwarven warhammer to the face, leaving Torrens dangling out of the window and somewhat peeved. Before the dwarf could follow up the attack Torrens hurled himself up so that his head was above the windowsill and breathed out a cone of fire which engulfed the dwarf, immolating him. Given a few seconds of respite, Torrens was able to climb fully through the window and enter the building. Inside, he was faced with more dwarven warriors who were intent on stopping him. However, Torrens didn't have to get through all of them, only enough to get him to the staircase. Charging forwards, Torrens cleared his path with a tactical fireball, scattering the two dwarves who were in his direct path, then dashed through the opening and up the stairs. On that rooftop, many of the crossbowmen and blunderbuss dwarves on the roof turned in surprise at the intruder, but before they could turn their weapons and open fire Torrens had already made it to the nearest large urn of hot embers and jumped inside, scattering some of the embers onto the surrounding rooftop. This urn was deep enough to hold Torrens up to his waist, so his torso stood out above the hot coals. However, less than a moment after he had entered, the embers flared from a dull red to searing white and hot flames erupted from the urn as Torrens supercharged the combustion of those coals to feed himself. Most of the dwarves were forced to shield their eyes, although a few fired at Torrens any way in a futile attempt to do some damage. About 5 seconds later most of the coals had been reduced to a billowing cloud of searing ashes and the urn which Torrens was standing in now glowed cherry red. Grinning and glowing with power, Torrens leaned forwards, tipped the urn over and stepped out as it fell. As the dwarves raised their weapons to shoot, Torrens made one simple quip. "I win." Then, with outstretched arms and a surge of power, he filled the rooftop with a conflagration which ignited every dwarf caught in it. Laughing, Torrens feasted on the flames of a couple of the burning dwarves before jumping down into the barricade below to join the fight.</s> <\|message\|>Sir D'Artagnan D'Artagnan mowed his way though the dwarves that were of course in his way,The small rabbit helping his steed or rather his wolf pet.The two were making good process helping the group killing the dwarfs underground.His wolf was in the crowd closes to the group to become back up for the group,Meanwhile D'Artagnan was in one of the watch tower killing off the soldiers inside and the archers that were firing at the group at at his pet. D'Artgnan was climbing up the stairs of the tower one by one he conquering the tower form the bottom to the top,The small bunny much to the confusion of the Dwarfs were seeing this cute looking rabbit brandishing a sword murdering their kin one after another.D'Artgnan after what seemed like a hour and a half D'Artgnan had killed most of the dwarfs inside of the tower and given the group a bit of breather room to battle below.His wolf was getting closer to the group the large black wolf flinging his sword back and forth chopping the attacking dwaves in half with each swing of his sword. D'Artgnan came out of the tower running down the stairs of the tower to rejoin the group killing the dwarfs that were in his way.He finally made his way out of the tower his body racing pasted the small figures slashing them while he was on the move towards the group.</s>	<\|message\|>Mar'Ament "The Formless One" "The Black Blood" "Sir, those monsters are pushing further and further into the city, it won't take them long to get here." "It will still take them time, use it to gather my things, make sure to-" An elderly dwarf's sentence was cut off by a scream, which was followed by a dwarf being help down a stairway, a crossbow where his collarbone was, "He was hit by a stray bolt, he'll live, but-" He was interrupted the the elderly one, "If they're firing into the city, then there are monsters that have slipped past the barricades," he muttered a short string of curses, "Secure my alchemy notes, every one of them, then destroy and burn everything else.. We're heading to one of the escape tunnels with the others." "Even the... experiments?" The alchemist looked at him, and gave a short, curt nod. The dwarf guard gathered a couple others and set about killing what was in the cages in the next room. An elven woman, with the appearance of having once been a proud warrior, was huddled in the corner of one cage wearing nothing but loose, tattered, and torn rags, a unfocused and blank look in her eyes. She didn't even look when some dwarves entered the room and started systematically killing the other cages animals and sentient beings. The leader of the group made his way to her cage, looked at her for but a moment, then opened the cage to more easily drive his blade into her. As soon as it broke into her skin and went about an inch in, the pain and her short scream woke him up, the blade stuck and black fluid sprouted from around the blade and before the dwarf could register what happened a black tendril shot through his throat and stuck out of the base of his skull, he was dead before he hit the ground. Black, monster-like hands and claws formed around her hands, the feet following suit as her face was covered by a solid mask. The blade was pulled out and tossed aside, the noise drawing the attention of the other two dwarves, who immediately noticed the dead body and decided to rush what had killed him. One got there first, tripped over a limb in his rush, and had his throat ripped out as he fell, left to die slowly. The other was smarter, and had just reached the doorway and started to yell something when Mar came upon him. The life was ended quickly with a claw to the base of the skull. All that was left was two more guards, who appeared to be mercenary brigands hired for this shady work, one of which was injured from a bolt, and an old alchemist. "G-get it, kill it!" The healthy dwarf charged, and once he was nearly upon Mar just stopped, his arms falling limp to his sides before his body fell. A tendril slowly receding back into the elf's body. Needless to say, the wounded dwarf didn't take much and the alchemist was half-dead in Mar's hand when the doors could be heard opening. Whoever was coming in would hear the old dwarven alchemist begging for his life and trying to make deals, making repeating mentions of his research and the secured escape tunnels out of the city. The only reason he was still alive was because Mar was debating whether to take him as a temporary host while his current one recovered. No, it was too late for that, and he raised a hand to end the man's life.</s>
<\|description\|>Viggo Malmsteen Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 29 Occupation: Bard Personality/Interests: Viggo is an egotistical, nihilistic, and self-destructive person who lives only for self enjoyment. Reveling in the pleasures of life he has little care for trivialities like "responsibility" or "consequences". However, despite his faults, Viggo is utterly dedicated to his music career, and has no lack of discipline when it comes to practising his guitar or vocal talents. Appearance: Viggo is a tall and lithe person, with hints of muscularity in his arms and chest. Body build: As mentioned above, he is thin, but now scrawny, and tall for a human, standing at around 6'2. Hair: Viggo's pale golden hair flows down past his chest, and is light enough to majestically billow in a soft breeze. Skin color: This bard is unremarkably pale, little else to say here. Eye/Iris color: Viggo often wears dark paint around the sockets of his eyes, but his irises are a deep blue. Height/Weight: 6'2 / 155lbs Notable Features: Viggo often wears a cologne concocted from sweet smelling herbs and flowers, giving him an aroma that masks the smell of booze that perpetually floats around him. Clothing Description: Viggo wears a black sleeveless top when indoors, and adopts a larger longsleeved cloak of a similar colour when outside. His breeches are slightly greyer, but generally match stylistically with the rest of his outfit. Equipment: Viggo's prized possession is his guitar, as it so no ordinary device. Unlike most string instruments, Viggo's guitar is modified with socketed black crystals and panels of metal that run along the body and up into the neck. When the strings are thrashed, the instrument rings out a much harsher but powerful noise (ie. the noise of an electric guitar). However, the guitar's strings can still be plucked softly to mimic the sound of a lute or traditional (acoustic) guitar. The inner workings of the instrument are known to Viggo alone. Weapon(s): Viggo, by habit, carries a small dagger with him. Powers While Viggo's skill at guitar does stem from years of practise, he rightfully sees himself as a natural, and has been proficient with musical instruments from a young age. Abilities: Viggo is human, and therefore possesses few abnormal traits. Talents: Viggo is a masterful guitarist, and according to himself, the best in the world. He is also an incredible drinker, and known to rival dwarves in the amount of alcohol he can pump into his body before needing the help of a healer. Magic: While Viggo is not a mage or wizard by any standards, his knowledge of the arcane has allowed him to blend magic into his music, as such, Viggo's playing tends to have bizarre effects on people. Depending on the tempo, melody, and theme of the song, Viggo can slowly turn a group of people against one another, or make a situation calmer by lulling everyone into a state of peace and tranquility. Certain riffs can also summon dread or pain in individuals, though the effects of the spell are quickly broken if Viggo stops playing. History: (Read Rule VI.)</s> <\|message\|>Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku The old Zizz soon descended the stairs and entered the main room of the tavern, scanning his head from left to right. It was considerably busier than usual this morning, he noticed. Lots of strange folk hanging around, too. There was some fancy-pants Rodent hanging about; could've sworn he's seen that one before. But there was something even stranger next to him; a giant Ogre was standing there with a pint in his hand (seemed like a woefully inadequate amount for a creature of his size), laughing in the Rodent's face. He couldn't see the Rodent's face, and that was a shame, because he'd probably have been putting on a funny expression. Off in one of the corners, he squinted at the redhead witch hanging about in the shade. It wasn't an evil squint, mind you, but a competitive squint; he had been at the tavern for about a week now, and had had ample opportunity to acquaint himself with that one. He couldn't help but admire her ingenuity with that Crossbow of hers. She could prove problematic if any big-time mercenary work pops up, with all that old-school magic of hers. Cheating? Yes, but only if you got caught. Then there was that Sheep herder at one of the tables. Best ignore that one, he thought. He'd been sneaking about 'his' land again, and he didn't seem to have a good sense of humour. The sort of person who'd go nuts if you so much as mentioned the idea of controlling animal population. Which was a shame, given the enormous Wolf he'd spotted in the area. That was going to prove quite the prize, when he had some free time. What was particularly irritating at this time in the morning, though, was the sheer business of the place. The Zizz usually sat in one of the comfy seats off in the corner somewhere, but it seemed like that area was flooded with young fools getting drunk at nine A.M., or whatever time it was. Morons! They'd probably end up dead before the day was done, he thought as he chuckled to himself slightly, though not forgetting his irritation. As a result of these morons, however, the Zizz was forced to manuever his way past quite a few patrons (not an easy task thanks to his height and tail swaying about) and clamber up on top a lone stool at the bar, somewhere he rarely ever sat. There was a good reason for this, which made itself apparent pretty soon. Ignoring the great wall that was the Ogre to his left, he rummaged about in one of his belt pockets to retrieve his prized Pipe, made of dark wood as per usual Zizz preference. Removing the little cap to stop all the pre-packed 'medicinal' herbs from falling out, he removed a match from the same pocket and attempted to strike it against the bar. No luck. He tried it again, and again, and about six more 'agains' before he could finally squeeze a little flame off it, grumbling to himself the entire time. That was another weird thing about the tavern; it always took more effort to light matches. Some sort of newfangled suppression field, perhaps, which might also explain the sheer lack of the usual bar fights he'd seen in... just about every other tavern he'd been to. Except the ones in Tarzblik, obviously. For entirely different reasons. Finally, he stuck his Pipe in his toothy mouth and lit it with the match, waving it about afterwards to turn the fire into a little smoke puff. Of course, that was nothing compared to what happened afterwards as the Zizz began to actually smoke said Pipe, releasing much bigger puffs of smoke which spread across the bar. Of course the Zizz didn't particularly care for any inconvenience this may cause, since the calming herbal sensation had him captivated. It was enough to make him grin again, in that classic terrifying fashion Zizz were known for.</s> <\|message\|>Azzrix Grimmor Azzrix was slightly disappointed that Kat hadn't taken the mug he had offered, but she did already have one. He then heard the orge's response and even though he kept a straight face Azzrix had a vein bulging on his head. How dare this creature make his offer of help a game, if he wasn't of noble birth then he would have taken this beast's head. Even though his mind was thinking violent thoughts Azzrix still smiled at the inferior creature before him. "You're a funny one ogre, what is your name, you do have a name right?" he asked with a smile still imagining throwing a knife at him. He took sips of his mead and felt his anger calm down for a bit. He was waiting to see what kind of mission he could take to earn some money and also see if there would be a chance for him to steal from a challenging wealthy person, maybe he would also get an assassination mission. God only knows when he would get a chance to practice his assassin skills on a mission and he wondered how well the others would do on such missions. Azzrix was more interested in working with magic users, muscle was good, but he had plenty of that and anymore stealthy people would mean that he would lose the franchise, he had enough stealth. Magic on other hand he had none of and so getting a good magic user to work with him would open up a whole world of possibility and fencing magical artifacts would get him a really great amount of gold, he's heard stories about some magic guilds being loaded thanks some of them being able to make gold with their magic. Azzrix especially would love to get his hands on the alchemy formula to create gold if it existed, an infinite amount of gold would be very useful for expanding his family's influence and ambitions of his own.</s> <\|message\|>Drubbins "Dat'd be Drubbins." The Ogre announced proudly. "Dats da name..." He quiets down, thinking back. Drubbins didn't have the best memory in the world. He remembered general things, but who's and where's and when's generally leaked out of his head between bosses. He didn't consider this a bad thing, it cleared space for all the new people he'd be putting in his head, but even he wouldn't forget a life changing encounter. "Dats da name I was givin' by Malia Burg, da Source-ress, on account a my big 'ands and what I could do wif 'em."</s> <\|message\|>Claire Alexandria Claire listened intently to Historia as she answered her question, nodding slightly here and there. As soon as her...friend, here got her food, Claire worked up the courage to try her own. Clearly far behind Mysaren, she took a few dainty bites of her meal. Honestly she was quite hungry, but she never knew eating any other way. "It certainly is..." Claire stopped to look around the place, choosing a word for the tavern. "Warm." She finished. She regarded the large ogre, now enjoying a drink with the stoic barhand and ratman. Next was the white haired boy with animal ears. He was the source of the magic earlier...The cheery blue, working as she wanted, and another new face. A reptilian man smoking to himself at another seat..."and interesting." She continued before going back to eating. Her food was warm and quite good, not what she was used to, but she was enjoying it so far. As she ate she on and off watched her two companions. They were quite different people, but they didn't seem bad. "Thank you." She added softly, avoiding eye contact. She didn't know what exactly she was thanking them for, but it seemed right.</s> <\|message\|>Katelia (kuh-TELL-ee-uh) The tavern was certainly getting lively. People were bustling this way and that, mingling with each other, and Kat was just about done with all this for the day. Entertaining characters aside, she was tired. Hunting in the forest all night tended to be a draining experience. Kat knew, tired as she was, any reservations she had about making smartass comments would be all but gone. And Hel could only hold her back so much. "Well," she said with an exaggerated sigh, patting Hel on his great furry head to signal it was time. "This has been a pleasure, my lord," she said to Azzrix, "but I really must be going." Hel got up so Kat could stand. It was time for a nice nap in the forest. She had a permanent room at the tavern, but if the magical mishap had been any indication for the day, it would be too rowdy here to get any rest. On their way out as they weaved through the crowd, Kat saw some people that made her reconsider. The Zizz was out and about, which usually meant a fun time. And Felan had just entered in his quiet way. He wasn't as lively, but Hel was fond enough of him. Kat just gave them both quick nods as she left. When they finally got outside, Hel almost immediately shoved her back through the door. A frantic horse, wild and riderless was thundering towards them. The snow leopard jumped in front of her, baring his fangs and hissing at the mare. The horse slid to a stop, tearing up her front legs with a screech. And then she was turning, dashing away from the two of them. Lowering his hackles, Hel relaxed his stance, while Kat just looked after the horse, eyebrow raised. It was then that she saw the horse's rider, flat on the ground. Glancing at Hel, she walked around her companion to squat next to the man. "Trouble with your horse?" she said slyly, A smirk making its way onto her face. Hel plodded up beside her and nudged him a bit with his nose, sniffing.</s> <\|message\|>Tahira Raske Although she didn't quite agree, Tahira smiled at the comment about Viggo's music as she sat down in the chair Margaret had offered her. The charm that the witch was referring to intrigued her, as their magic both strayed along a similar path, so she pulled back her hood far enough to expose her amber eyes so that she could see it in detail. Her senses were still upset from the earlier shock, but she could still identify the trinket's energy. She was capable of making her own enchantments, but she preferred keeping them temporary, which meant she wasn't arrayed in enchanted items unless she was going out on one of the few missions that caught her attention. In three months, she had only found a handful of jobs that interested her. Realizing she had been silent for a second longer than was comfortable, Tahira looked up from the charm. "How long have you practiced the arts?" she asked, hesitant at the personal question. However, magic users were so dynamic in skill and knowledge it was natural for her to be curious.</s>	<\|message\|>Viggo Malmsteen Viggo concludes his ballad and scowls for a minute at the denizens of the tavern, glancing down to find his pail of coins just as full as it had been when he began playing. He grumbles something to himself as he slings his guitar around his back, hopping off the stage and sauntering over to the bar to grab a drink, knowing that for his next song, he'd need his voice to be "well oiled". Putting down a small tower of coins harvested from his donation pail, the bard glances towards Bernard and puts on a guise of friendliness. "Bernard, you stoic son of a bitch, how about a couple of beers" he chimes with a handsome, albeit toothy grin. Assuming he gets his due alcohol, having paid the price in silver, Viggo would return to the stage, sitting down cross legged as he ploughs through the two drinks, abolishing the first in half a minute before swiftly moving onto the next. Once sufficiently drowsed by the beer, Viggo stands once more, kicking the stool backwards and out of the way. Drawing his guitar from his back once more, he adopts a wide-legged stance before he begins to pluck once more at the strings of instrument. The new song begins much like the one before, though after a few seconds the noise of his guitar shifts to become much more metallic and offensive to some ears. The powerful riffs ring out from the instrument with an energetic wave, inspiring courage and vigour in all that listen, unless of course your will is powerful enough to resist Viggo's musical charms. As the song finds its pace, Viggo begins to rock his head up and down with thumping rhythm, causing his hair to flow in time with his movements.</s>
<\|description\|>Raven Eclipse Character Skeleton Age: 22 Gender: Male Place Of Birth: Space Colony; Near asteroid Ceres Bio: Raven Eclipse was born into a wealthy energy corporation, much like how Ceres' family is, and like him he was home-schooled by his parents. He is a good friend of Ceres' as they have known each other since they were kids, due to the fact that their corporations were neighbors. Both of their families benefited from one another and became very close towards each other. Raven had also wanted to become a pilot and so at age 14 his father began teaching him. By the time he was 18, he became an expert pilot. As soon as Raven was about to enroll into the military service, he then got the news that Ceres' father had died due to an assassination attempt by a rival family. The Eclipse family was devastated as their old time business partner had finally vanished from the universe. In response, they gave a great amount of wealth to try and save the company from getting bankrupt, but yet it still wasn't enough. However, Ceres was already trying to recruit some of the most powerful families in the area and seek revenge over his father's death. As a response, Raven gladly joined his newly formed alliance. In about a year, the family alliance had been completed and they soon made the raid on the Murder's corporation. Their mechs had completely destroyed the company and had finally killed the murder of Ceres' father. As the alliance cheers in victory, Ceres announces to make an official corporate alliance and become the most powerful group in the Universe! Raven, along with the rest of the group, cheered him on as The Asterion Corporation Alliance (ACG) was born. Raven's title is second-in-command to Ceres, as he is his most trusted and long-time ally of his family. Talents/Skills: Raven is an expert pilot and stealth expert. He is also well rounded with light firearms and also very well skilled in various martial arts. Anything else of interest: Raven always has a face mask covering his mouth, yet no one really knows why. All Raven said was that it just 'looks cool.' He also likes to meditate when he is alone. Mecha Sheet Name: EOS-IX8 Sidewinder Armaments: The Sidewinder has very limited armament in his storage compartments. However, it can wield attached wrist-phasers along with wielding P89 Rapid-Pistol and the MK4 Pulse Rife. It always has an energy katana in his back compartment in case the pilot needed to fight up close and personal. In some cases it would be equipped with a long-distance rifle, capable of shooting things from miles upon miles away. Special Equipment: The Sidewinder's armor is almost undetectable, as he uses stealth armor. Its light yet durable enough to withstand some small fire. It also has jet packs in which it can go up to incredibly fast speeds, looking like a grey blur towards his opponents. Mecha Specs: Long Range Combat: C Medium Range Combat: A Close Range Combat: B Armor: C Speed: A Agility: A Strength: C Shielding: B Mecha Quirks: The Sidewinder was the first and also preferred mecha of choice for Raven, mostly due to its fast speed and agility. Once he took ownership of it from his father, he began to design add-ons for it, depending on the situation it may face. On its own, its incredibly fast, but its armor is rather weak so most of his protection comes from its shield.</s> <\|message\|>Reb Manning Reb was barely half way to hangars when red lights flared and the alarm went off. Immediately he started trotting towards his mech as fast as possible, gulping down yesterdays sandwiches along the way. Due to his short stature it wasnt long till he heard the running steps of much faster pilots behind him. "Oh come on! Even with headstart you guys make me look like late responder!" Reb doubled his troubled running and arrived at hangars more or less the same time as others. Short jump trough non-gravity he was at his mechs chest and clambered in to cockpit, anticipating to return finishing maintenance he had left sub systems running, that would give him bit of a headway. Systems checked green and he gave the OK to hangar crew. Mark-005- began sliding into one of each mechas private airlocks that prevented all crew getting spaced during quick launch. "Reb Manning and Heat Jack ready to launch! Lets give em hell boys and girl!" He knew they had no confirmed enemy contacts yet but Reb was a sucker for extra motivation trough comms, probably the only thing in common with him and the earthborn Daniel "Noize." He inhaled deeply of his mechas air supply as he entered space, he knew he couldnt really smell space but the feeling of entering ones natural habitat was very real for him. "Im setting defensive parameter around portside engines." Xeon III had state of the art engines, efficient, powerful and well armored so most of the time they could be left undefended without second thought. But Reb had much more experience of pirate thinking than he would ever tell anyone else, engines were the first to go, armored or not. Reb and Mark-005- took hold of Xeon III´s side to eliminate his own drift that was quite a large factor when firing in space. He could almost feel his gun heating up to near dangerous levels, ever ready to shower anything that moved with plasma projectiles. "Come out wherever you are. I can smell you." Well of course he couldnt but that was the feeling in his neck. Thats when his comms rang the message from ms Wells: "We´ve got an unknown at point 3765" "WHAT?!" Reb almost surprised himself with his own yell, his custom scanner quickly picked up on the announced unknown and all of his previous assumptions about the situation flew out the window. He announced to his team over the comms: "Careful with this one guys, I dont think thats an pirate..."</s> <\|message\|>James "Paladin" Rockefeller Jame's, Firefly had picked faint traces of comms activity but there was no way to if it was pirates, they weren't talking so they were idiots. He rotated himself past Wells just she identified the unknown Mecha, he was fast so he turned his after burned on nice and slow, easing himself forward. "I'll go check it out, might be a custom like mine, field test gone bad. I'll move in and try to hail them, you guys stay back and watch if I get hit stay with the ship, it's the priority." He moved in closer trying every frequency, he spoke calmly trying to get them to respond. "Hello, I'm James Rockefeller with the Xeon III, please acknowledge and tell us your intentions." He repeated the mantra over and over as he floated closer to it, weapon safeties off, he didn't like this, he didn't like this at all.</s> <\|message\|>Raven Eclipse As Raven stealthily makes his way towards the nearest asteroid, his scanners picked up yet another mecha in the area. After looking around for a minute, he finally sees the other mysterious mecha in the distance. It appears that it isn't part of the Xeon lll and has a humanoid shape, a form in which he has never seen before. "What the hell are you...?" Revan mutters under his breathe as he takes a closer look at it. He wants to tell the captain about it, but his ship's power, along with the rest, was in shutdown mode. The only way to let him know of the unknown Mecha's existence was to find and alert him personally. He quickly approaches the main asteroid invisibly, with only 20 more minutes of cloaking remaining...</s> <\|message\|>Marsha Wells XEON III - COMMAND CENTER Captain Herald studied the unknown Mecha, a visual put up on a side screen for a closer look. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. "Are there any matches in the database?" He decided to ask though he had a feeling there would be nothing close enough to be a match. "Databanks show negative sir. Craft is of unknown design and origin." "Well now, this is certainly a sight. Let's see what its going to do." IRIS 1 ~Solar system species attempting communication, analyzing transmissions. Running linguistics program, language recognized. Translating. Species attempting first contact, more data is required.~ As the I.R.I.S. AI processed the information the Mecha started to spew what could only be described as a cloud from its shoulder turrets. A purple mist funneled out and started to spread rapidly through space, the 'mist' was full of tiny little nano-machines, equipped to latch onto anything they touched and to send the data back to the IRIS 1. The cloud expanded rapidly in all directions, getting thinner the further out it went but it didn't take many nano-machines to get a good amount of information. Any machines touched by the nanites were quickly tagged by the IRIS one, meaning the machine could know their position at all times, hidden or not. ~Considering responding to primitive species...communication not advisable. Will continue analyzing lifeforms.~ The IRIS 1 started to move through his scanning cloud as the information started to pour in from the millions of nano-machines attaching themselves to various surfaces. Marsha Wells "What in deep space is that machine trying to do? Things are not starting to look to good." Marsha was thankful that her machine was on the side away from the IRIS 1 so she was not in danger of coming into contact, whatever that mecha had just spewed into space around it. Things had taken a turn for the weird.</s> <\|message\|>James "Paladin" Rockefeller James had floated close to the object, right up until it release the strange cloud. He was proponent of the idea of alien life, maybe this was Mech from an alien civilization he didn't know if the cloud was a weapon or a communications device but he didn't move, however he readied the after burners for a sudden jump if the strange purplish cloud. He decided he should reinforce the message, switching over to lie comms rather one message on repeat he hailed it once more. "Hello, this is James Rockefeller of the Xeon III. I am hailing you to warn of possible pirate activity in the area as such we ask that you respond, we must clear this sector encase of a hostile presence, if you do not respond to hails we must assume you mean us harm. I have no interest in fighting you, so please respond." As he spoke he engaged his Mech hacking systems, if it wouldn't talk he would see if Firefly could make it squeal.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel "Noize" Bhane David looked on, mentally slapping his face for James's actions. He looked at the strange moving cloud forming in front of his eyes. The native from New York didn't trust the mech and he also had to focus on the pirates. He did another sensor to make sure they weren't going to be blindsided by the pirates. He readied his main gun and loaded the first round into the cannon. He rocketed next to James and nodded his head to him. Noize looked at the mech and said into the comms. "Hello, unknown mech please disarm yourselves and contact us through your communications. I agree with my compatriot and that you should clear the area for there is illegal activity that we suspect is happening around this area. If you do not move or communicate, we will assume the worst and that you are connected. Please respond or we will enact hostilities upon you" David awaited his response.</s> <\|message\|>Reb Manning Reb was nervous as all hell now. While working for "Roses of Pluto" he had fair share of pirate tactics and strategies, ranging far and wide from full on assault to sneaking into ships dressed as space nuns of the holy order of Jupiter. No one had ever just sent an single mecha to silently stare an ship and release a- what was that anyway? Was it gas? In space? If its purpose was to have them on the edge of their seats it was working wonders! Reb commed Marsha and the others again: "Lets just light it up and be done with it! No pilot I have ever known is that dense to communication attempts except if they are planning something VERY nasty!</s> <\|message\|>Marsha Wells As the could expanded nano-bots quickly attached themselves to various Mecha and started to transmit data over to the IRIS I. Before long a few of the bots had managed to make their way over to the pirates, revealing their presence to the alien Mecha. ~Primitive lifeforms weapons technology advanced enough to pose a threat. Communications suggest hostilities shall begin shortly. Attempted hacking on this unit, Firewall engaged. Commencing preemptive strike.~ The artificial intelligence had made its choice, it was time to put down the lifeforms before they had a chance to do even minor damage to their important facilities. Before the IRIS one could engage however, honor demanded that it broadcast its intentions before engaging hostilities. To accomplish this task it broadcast a signal to all vessels in the area, the artificial voice was barely distinguishable from a human voice and based on a female template. "Inhabitants of the Sol System, your interference shall not be tolerated. This Initial Response Information System orders total extermination." The IRIS I then opened fire upon the FireFly which was attempting to hack its systems from afar. Laser cannons opened up first from its shoulder turrets as the IRIS I quickly retreated back toward its 'home' asteroid, which was now suddenly alive with activity. The asteroid seemed to just melt away as many machines seemed to just dig out of the rock, as the defense systems were activated. The robots were obviously a mass production type, shaped somewhat like horseshoe crabs the rather flat machines jumped out into space, splitting into two groups, one toward the XEON III and the rest toward the most likely location of the pirate fleet. The crab bots were equipped with powerful pincers for close combat and were equipped with linear pulse canons, meaning they could only shoot straight ahead making it possible to outmaneuver them; however there were a fair amount of them to contend with. Quickly the pilots of the XEON III took defensive positions and started to engage the alien machines. Cannons, lasers, and rockets started the fill the minor asteroid field as battle was joined.</s>	<\|message\|>Raven Eclipse As the Sidewinder flies towards the hidden pirate strike force, Raven can then see the hostility from the unknown mech upon the unsuspecting Xeon lll crew. Soon enough, he managed to reach the asteroid and attempts to make close proximity contact with Ceres. Once he was in close range, he establishes contact, taking out his cloaking ability in the process. "Ceres." he speaks, "Ceres do you copy?" A faint red pulse can then be seen from the Shockwave's eye. "Raven..." he answered, "What did you see?" "An unknown mecha has recently made contact with the Xeon lll crew," Raven then explains, "It has recently launched hostilities against them." Ceres then chuckles with glee. "Just the tactical advantage we need..." he says with an evil grin, "The pesky mecha crew is now concentrated on the newcomer. They would never suspect our attack until it would be too late!" Soon the Shockwave's power had been rebooted and was now fully online. "Corporatists!" he then shouts into the comn, alerting all the mecha units, "The time has come! Start up your engines and get ready to attack! The crew is distracted by an unknown mech and utterly obvious to our presence. Now is the time to strike!" As soon as he finishes, the mecha units began to light up, one by one, until all were fully operational. Then like a swarm of bees coming out of their hive, they begin a surprise attack on the main ship, their lasers firing like mad! The battle has only just begun!</s>
<\|description\|>Natalie O'Reilly Age: 23 Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Natalie O'Reilly The sun peeked through cracked and broken blinds, rays landing on the face of a young brunette woman who lay splayed out on a mattress. Her nose wrinkled as she scrunched her face up and groaned, arms stretching out above her head (one hand held a blade that she kept a firm grasp on even in her sleep). Alright, Natalie. Time to rise and shine. Finally, she willed herself to open her eyes and sit up. She found herself sitting on the same mattress, in the same motel room that smelled of mildew and dust as she had every morning for the past three months. It wasn't the coziest of places for her to shack up, there were far nicer pads in the city that she could've taken refuge in. But those fancy security systems and electric fences that the wealthy employed didn't do much good in a city without a grid. Instead, she chose this roach motel in what was once known as a sketchy part of town. Metal bars across the windows and double locks on the doors from the long gone days of gang activity mean that Natalie has to do less work to make sure she doesn't get mauled to death every night by the likes of the new thugs that roam the streets. Natalie rose off of the stale mattress and walked over to the broken sink in the small bathroom of the motel room. A mirror that was cracked with a million splintering spiderwebs completed the dilapidated look of the place, sending a plethora of Natalies looking back at her, as if she were being judged by a panel of selves from another dimension inside the looking glass. A sigh escaped her, and she unscrewed the water bottle that sat on the unbroken edge of the sink. Using the last of the bottle, she brushed her teeth with Spongebob toothpaste and threw the rest on her face. Luxuries like running water and whitening toothpaste weren't things to be afforded these days. Take what you can find. Speaking of find, it was about time Natalie went out and scrounged up some more supplies for her little motel haven. Problem with being here for the past few months is that now, Natalie has to venture further away to find anything due to depleting the closer resource caches. It was a bit of a chore, but she didn't mind the fresh air and getting to knock off a couple walkers. If she was really lucky, she got to deal with a Shocker or Screamer. It keeps her in shape. Natalie pulled her brown hair back into a baseball cap and began preparing her bag for a day out on the town. Before all of this, she didn't have much experience with the 9mm pistol she now placed in a holster on her side, or for the K-BAR knife she held as tightly in her sleep as she did in her waking hours, and the AR-15 that she strapped to her back was once something she had only used for sport, not survival. Natalie was never too cautious when heading out on a scavenge, always packing all of her important items. It had been a long time since Natalie had crossed paths with another human survivor, but she didn't risk leaving her ammo and supplies lying in wait for someone to raid while she was out. Taking a peek through the peep hole of the door, she stepped out into the daylight. As she closed the door behind her and took her first step into the parking lot, a strange noise caught her attention. Something between a fizzle and a hiss, almost like a firework. Natalie knotted her brow together in confusion, turning and hoping the noise wasn't some strange new breed of zombie getting the jump on her. What she discovered, instead, made her heart drop to her stomach. The bright red light flickered high in the sky, teasing her at its peak before plummeting towards the ground as it faded away. It couldn't be more than half a dozen blocks west. A million questions ran through Natalie's mind, all at the same time and at rapid speed. What was it? Who was it? Why? How many? Trap? Rescue? Life? Death? The questions all could have very different answers, but one things was for sure: she had to find the source of the call and see for herself what it was about, even if from a distance. So, she carefully began making her way towards the source of the flare. Ten minutes later, Natalie's train of thought was cut off when she heard the shuffling of feet several yards behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that the same noise of the flare that caught her attention has gathered the attention of the locals. A lone walker began making its way towards her, so to keep from attracting any others, she takes her K-BAR and approaches carefully. Dodging a lunge by the zombie, Natalie countered with a stout jab to the neck, twisting the knife and ending the zombie's second life. Only this was no regular walker. As she twists the knife, it lets out an ear-piercing scream, sending Natalie to her knees for a moment before the zombie falls lifeless to the concrete. A busted ear drum didn't keep her from hearing the moans of those around her that had now been alerted of her position. She swooped down to grab her knife and left in a sprint down the alleyway towards the nearest road. Behind her, a small group of zombies was gathering hot on her trail. They stumbled over their fallen comrade, but a pair of them leapt ahead of the pack with the speed of a star running back. Runners and screamers?! Natalie panted as she ran full speed ahead, her eyes focused on making it to the road for an open area to fight, or even better, a building to try and lose them in. Her hands found the pistol at her hip and she fired off shots over her shoulder, not risking slowing down to line up a decent shot as she charged forward in the direction of the road and the flare, now hoping there really were more survivors there to get her out of this mess she found herself in.</s> <\|message\|>Maeve Harper So far, everything seemed to be going well. Of course she never said that out loud since she didn't want to jinx herself. She had creeped through about five blocks of deserted city and only encountered three walkers. One, by itself, was a Smoker. Maeve could tell because as soon as it saw her it opened it's mouth and black smoke just began to come out, but the blond quickly threw a knife into its mouth. It stumbled backwards and fell against a wall, where Maeve took her other knife and severed its head from its spine. She made a slight face when she noticed the gore on her beloved pair of knives, so she wiped them off on a newspaper that was lying on the ground. The other two that she encountered were Scabs, which made her whine a bit because they were just general pains in the ass. Did (villain) really have to turn into a zombie? She could tell the two were Scabs because they just seemed too cocky. Was that a thing? Cocky, arrogant zombies? Well, they seemed that way and Maeve had to set down her shotgun in order to make the perfect throw through the zombies's eyes. Sure she could blast open their eye sockets, but Maeve really didn't want to attract any more attention. One throw and one zombie was down; the next was a bit harder because it started to weave back and forth - although quite slowly - and after a few seconds of aligning Maeve managed to pierce the second eye. She quickly ran over and, with the butt of her gun, jammed the knives further into their skulls. With a little twist added for good measure, she pulled out the knives and wiped them on the back of her pants and continued on her merry little way. The three kills heightened her senses and made her a bit jumpy. A zombie could appear around any corner at any moment, which fucking sucked. She was never good at dealing with suspense. She hated horror or suspense films because she became too jumpy and either yelled at the actors or googled the end of the movie. However, these past two years of struggling to survive has made her deadly calm when needed. Like now. About three blocks away, she heard it. The sound that filled nightmares. The scream that horror movie directors would die to get on camera. It was a Screamer and they only shrieked when it was going after a human. It was like a switch turned on in Maeve's mind. She quickly looked around before running to and climbing up the rusty fire escape ladder of a one story 24-hour medical center (which she should probably check out later) and discarded her bag next to her to prop up her gun. About three seconds after she readied herself, she saw a girl around her age run around the corner of a building. It didn't take a genius to figure out that not only did the poor girl bother a Screamer, but she also got the attention of some Runners - two, to be exact. Maeve only had a short time frame to kill both of them, so she had to act fast. When the first Runner appeared around the corner she let out a shot, swearing under her breath when she felt like the shot was off. A relieved breath left her mouth, however, when she realized the shot severed the head from the neck. That was one for the books. She couldn't revel long in the kill, though, since there was another Runner that didn't slow down because of the loss of its companion. Just one left and Maeve had to shoot now otherwise she would be out of range. She moved down to the edge of the roof and saw that the girl might get hit if she took the shot at this angle. "Well, suck it up, buttercup," she muttered since getting a little bullet wound would be much less painful than getting ripped to shreds by a zombies. Maeve took the shot but swore when she hit the damn thing in its back. The Runner stumbled, losing pace, and Maeve quickly reloaded and shot at him again. Again, it was in the neck, and caused the Runner to fall. Jumping down from the roof, and swearing a bit at herself since she realized she could've broken an ankle or something, she approached the fallen Runner and shot it once more, right in the head. She was luckily far enough away to avoid spatter, which would've been super gross, and she quickly whirled around to make sure that no other zombies were attracted by the sounds.</s>	<\|message\|>Natalie O'Reilly The funny thing about the whole "end-of-the-world-zombie-apocalypse" happening was that it tended to keep those who were fortunate enough to survive in pretty good shape. Wow, Chris, you've never looked so good! Must be all that running for your life you do! Unfortunately, all of this fitness was worn down with malnutrition, mental instability, and frequent dehydration. Add on thirty pounds of equipment and weapons, and one soon finds out that no amount of cardio could make you invincible. Natalie now found herself in an unfortunate situation. Bogged down by the backpack on her shoulders and the heavy assault rifle strapped across her back, she was quickly growing tired. Her breaths came in rapid, ragged gasps as her muscles screamed for oxygen to power them forward. Ignoring the pain and the exhaustion that was quickly setting in, she continued with one foot pounding down in front of the other, hearing the footsteps of the two Runners behind her drawing nearer. She neared the end of the alleyway and took a sharp turn onto the road, nearly falling to the asphalt when she heard a shot ring out shortly after she and her two trailers entered the street. 'What the HELL was that?!' A glance over her shoulder soon revealed that one of the Runners had been disposed of. By whom? She did not know, nor did she have time to think about it as the other zombie pressed forward still, gaining on Natalie's heels as she attempted to weave between the rubble of abandoned cars and trash that littered the street. KAPLOW Mere moments later, a second crack of a gunshot was heard. The sound of the bullet tearing through the zombie's back never crossed Natalie's mind, because a white hot pain became apparent very quickly in her left leg. The third round of gunfire made Natalie question whether this mystery sniper was targeting the zombies or her, as she soon had to slow her run to a hobble. Natalie reaffirmed her grip on the pistol in her hand as she turned around, ready to face whatever may be coming at her head on now that she finally came to a stop. The scene she was met with was a surprising one, and it made her take a step backwards. Both of the Runners that were after her lie dead on the road, and a girl not much older than herself approached, putting one last bullet into the head of the most recently downed zombie. As the girl spun around, in what appeared to be an attempt to check and make sure the rest of the horde wasn't hot on the trail of their two faster cousins, Natalie took a look down at her leg. Blood dripped out of a gash that was torn in her pants, about three inches along her calve. It appeared as though the bullet only grazed her as she was running. Lucky her. Still hurt like a bitch though, and without proper dressing it would be susceptible to infection. Natalie turned her attention back to the girl just a few yards away from her. This wasn't really the place for introductions or pleasantries, especially with all the ruckus Natalie had just caused, the streets were probably now teeming with dead freaks. Still, the girl had for some reason saved Natalie from the Runners. But trust wasn't easily earned around here. "Nice shooting," Natalie called out to the girl. "Could use a wee bit of adjustment though," she said, letting a little sarcasm come through after seeing the coast was clear for the moment. It had been months since she had even talked to anyone but herself. "I suppose I should thank you for saving my ass just now," Her eyes caught the sign for the old medical center just up the road, "but I have this bullet wound, you see, and I think I could better thank you after we get out of the street and I get this patched up." She didn't know if the girl trusted her, or if she should trust the girl. But right now, she was a sitting duck in the middle of the road. "Name's Natalie, by the way."</s>
<\|description\|>Bernard Alexander Species: Purebred Vampire Age: 479 Appearance: Bernard appears to be a tall (6'1"), well-built man in his early thirties. Raven-black hair that falls around his ears and shoulders frames the typical red eyes of his kind.Coarse but closely trimmed hair covers the lower half of his face, making the visible pale skin around it stand out more. A scar creates a hairless pink line from above his right eye, across the bridge of his nose, and down to his jawline. The remainder of his features are sharp and reminiscent of predatory beasts. Preferring understated styles, Bernard usually wears dark t-shirts and similarly colored jeans. He generally wears hiking boots, as well as a black duster-style leather coat. Personality: Often described as 'a bear of a man,' Bernard makes no attempt to act otherwise. His gruff demeanor tends to get most humans to leave him alone, which is what he wants. When passionate or pissed, he tends to lose sight of caution and react violently and without hesitation. Aside from that, he is level-headed and dependable, and his outbursts are tempered from centuries of survival. Thick skin and the obstinance of a bull makes him hard to manipulate unless you push the right buttons. Equipment: Bernard prefers to rely on his own two hands in a fight, but does carry more than that. An inside pocket of his duster carries a Taurus 4510PD-3SS Revolver. His coat pockets also typically include the usual fare of wallet and (forged) identification. Background: Though both of Bernard's parents were vampires, he has no recollection of his mother. She would have died during labour because of complications during the birth, but his father, Gerald, did not allow this. Before Bernard was even completely in the world, his mother was drained of her lifeblood. His upbringing after that was harsh and centered on survival and little else. Bernard's father was cruel, uncaring about his progeny except that he not reveal them and not get in his way. Blood stained the path they walked, and no survivors stirred in their wake. Eventually, this caused the younger vampire to turn his back on his sire and look for a better way. Turning to the then recently formed Society, he sought a new family. The rules of the Society became Bernard's way of life, and its members his family, distant and different as they were. Free of the violent influence, he turned his attention to higher minded distractions of fine art and literature for a time, withdrawing almost completely from the world as a whole. He maintained contact with the Society and those members that were near him, but was rarely seen among humans except to feed. Even with the companionship of the Society when compared to that of his father, Bernard grew lonely over the years. Recently, in his hunger and despair, he turned a young woman who caught his eye and revealed to her the truth of her new life. For reasons unknown even to him, he has chosen not to reveal his identity to her yet. Extra: Bernard is the vampire who turned Maxine, and is rather protective of her. Any violence directed toward her by hunters or other vampires is met in kind, though out of view of the public.</s> <\|message\|>Aldaric Corven Weirven Whether Ehren fully understood him or not, Aldaric believed they were more alike than Ehren realized. Truly, Aldaric envied what the pureblood had had so long ago, the position of a god, dominance, to have been worshiped and feared, even if he had offered some form of protection to his cattle in return. There was no shame in caring for humans, even loving them, as long as proper respect was maintained. Humans had to be kept under control, not vice versa. Such as Aldaric Weirven's opinion. Aldaric kept quiet for a moment as he listened, noting the direction of those red orbs. As Ehren turned with his last words to depart, Katarina would be suddenly caught off guard to find Aldaric was peering down at her silently from the corner of his eye while she casually held his arm. He sensed her consternation, but did not give voice to it. Exhaling a soft sigh through pursed lips, Aldaric took his gaze off her and watched Ehren exit out of earshot, apparently thinking. Finally he reached a decision. "Katarina." He let go of her arm intentionally. "I want you to follow him. Learn what you can and report back to me." He told her this coldly, revealing nothing of his true thoughts. It was a simple spy mission. In truth however, Aldaric knew the pureblood had suffered, and was being hunted by the Society just like the rest of them. Even if Ehren didn't fully appreciate Aldaric's slightly warped logic, he was an ally. Ehren would also be a far better influence on Katarina than he himself would be in his tenuous sanity, and Aldaric knew it. Plus, the two of them together would better able to protect each other against an executioner, should they be attacked. The pureblood might have been too proud to admit it, but even he, with his feral power could be destroyed if the advantage were against him. Aldaric wasn't about to let anymore innocent vampires be slaughtered by that cowardly, human-worshipping cult. It was just insulting.</s> <\|message\|>Katarina Sorensen Katarina listened to Aldaric but could not help feeling a watchful gaze looming in her direction. Eyes flickered to the pureblood who seemed to be intently studying her and she swallowed nervously. If her body could react like a human's; pale cheeks would instead be rosy from blushing while her body would feel flushed. Thankfully she could hide such emotions the majority of the time without said characteristics selling her out. Nevertheless, these two clearly did not see eye to eye. At least not yet but both meant well and had valid reasons for what they believed. Katarina could tell this by the family tree on Ehren's upper body and it could be heard in Aldaric's passionate voice but what about herself? What was she fighting for besides Aldaric's affections? This war really has nothing to do with her and vice versa. Ehren seemed to know this but fighting alongside Aldaric for his cause was enough in her opinion. After Ehren departed hues lucid as crystal revealed a slew of emotions as Aldaric asked his new progeny to leave. Confusion, sadness, and then anger welled up inside and she could not help but stare into deep emerald eyes for a brief moment before placing a gentle kiss upon his forehead. Even while adorning such high shoes the red haired vampire still towered over Katarina. A confirmation nod was given along with a delicate smile, which hid true feelings of heartbreak. "As you wish." She quietly agreed without refusal. While turning to walk toward the back exit of the rave a stabbing pain shot through her entire being unlike anything she'd felt before. He was letting her go, and not just for intel. She thought they were to stop The Society together but instead he was still trying work at it alone. Dangerous. Suicidal. Stupid. Katarina would have died for him, in fact, that had been her intentions since joining him. Death held no sway over the Swedish vampire. Sometimes, she even yearned for it but now she wondered if he truly did not wish for her company any longer. "Goodbye, Aldaric." She whispered trough a tiny whimper hopefully not loud enough for him to hear. After the door closed behind her shaking frame a hand covered her mouth as she silently sobbed, back resting against the icy wall of the rave. This exterior just as cold and hollow as herself she noticed yet not one shiver from the bitter temperature arose. Instead, red droplets trickled down pale cheeks where they glided down toward her jawline and rested there. Whose views were skewed here? She found her love rejected once again and her dead heart somehow hurt. She had felt more agony since becoming a vampire than she ever had as human. Hands clenched into fights so tight that long nails drew blood from her palms. Heeled shoes took a few steps forward before coming to a stop. Finding Ehren in this state would only cause more issues. He had probably heard enough feral rabble to last another century. No. She would not plague him this night. Instead she weakly sniffled wiping away streaks of blood tears while remembering the silver knife left at Mr. Pinkis' dead feet. Leaving such a precious heirloom behind given to her from her sire would further devastate her. It was one of the only things she had to remember him by since he too cast her aside like rubbish. Unfortunately the door had automatically locked making reentry from this side impossible even for a feral vampire. Katarina would have to travel to the front entrance to retrieve her item this time. That feeling of unease never left and she feared that something awful was still on its way. Instead of heeding her own advice she began walking through the alley to the side of the building lined with garbage containers and ceaseless smog. Horror films were made of material such as this but instead of her being the victim it would be whoever dared to interfere.</s> <\|message\|>"Ehren, Just Ehren." Ehren leaned up against a building across the street, watching the entrance. He could swear that the whole block wreaked of blood and he should really be getting out of there, but truthfully he waited to make sure that the others would get out safely. Even if Ehren didn't agree with what happened only moments ago, they were still his brethren, and with the Society lurking about, it was important to look out for one another. It was one scent that invaded his nose that already smelled familiar. It was the girl, but where was the man? A frown creased his brow and he began forward, pausing only at the sight of her crying. Even if her cries were quiet, she was easy to see in dim light and he recognized the motions from his days of being married. His palm idly rubbed at the left side of his chest as he thought about what to do, but his decision was made for him the moment she pulled herself together and started forward. With the speed of a pureblood, in less than the blink of an eye, Ehren had been in front of her with her wrist in his hand, not even staggering when her small body collided with his. He looked down with a scowl on his face, turning her palm towards her. "You bleed..." He paused and shook his head, almost like a father would do catching a child's hand covered in mud and wanting to touch the furniture. "You bleed near a place full of feral vampires... and a pureblood lurking about in the shadows. When you choose this lifestyle, you have to be careful just as the humans do. Are you sure you're ready for war?" Ehren's gaze bore into her as if he were challenging her, but Ehren showed no threat toward her safety. His gaze then dropped to her chin, his free thumb coming up to wipe along her jaw with a touch surprisingly gentle. Ehren then proceeded to place that same thumb between his lips to suckle the blood from his skin. It would seem as if he did that merely to prove his point, but he was more interesting in tasting her - almost as interested in tasting the male still in the building and the power he had running through him.</s> <\|message\|>Octavius Fault Octavius had been biding his time, waiting for the hunters to arrive. The girl was still unconscious, but now clearly moving, turning in her sleep as she slowly slid from deaths jaws and into the clutches of Octavius' brood. Octavius had begun to watch the world outside the window as soon as he saw a man move with speed only a pure could possess. He went from one place to another in the blink of an eye, maybe even less. Octavius would have missed it if he had not seen the same thing a thousand times before. Though, what intrigued Octavius more was what the man had sped towards, a young woman who was right next to the building that reeked of blood and death. "Jeeves, I think we have a fellow pure here. We should probably give him a gracious greeting, right?" Octavius gave off a little chuckle as he sat back, relaxing in a limousine with the girl he had just killed and a mute driver. "Though, maybe he has something to do with that damned party? and if he does..." Octavius sighed, with his right hand across his forehead. "It's probably best to wait for those wastes of space, isn't it?" Jeeves just sat there, silently, as Octavius confined himself to even more waiting. Octavius was a lot of things, but he wasn't reckless. After a few moments in that abyss of silent thought, Octavius' phone rang out in the dark. He quickly checked his latest text message. "Unholy shit." He said. Someone he hadn't seen in years had finally decided to acknowledge that he exists. "My old friend, Azriel, is here, Jeeves. Seems he's looking around for the same scumbags we are. He's trustworthy, I think. Well, from what I can remember, he was at least somewhat trustworthy." Octavius typed out a message as quickly as he could. He didn't want to have to rely on those hunters for everything, since they couldn't even arrive fast enough. Hello, Old friend. I'll try to make this quick. There are ferals in the area, and the building next to where I currently am is the residence of a small party full of them. I would like to talk with you a bit, but first, I need you to deal with something. If you come near the limo, you might be able to see a strange man up against a young woman, just outside that building. That man is most likely a pure. I want you to go over and see if you can find any information on the ferals. Be careful, though, they could be ferals themselves. If you need any assistance, I have some allies on their way here. Octavius sent the message, and resigned the phone to his pocket. He took the next few moments to watch the sleeping girl, who's life he had drained not long ago. He was curious as to how she would deal with dying just to join the horrible world which she had barely escaped from beforehand.</s>	<\|message\|>Bernard Alexander Taking a long moment to compose himself, Bernard closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before letting it out as a sigh. The threat was gone, and Maxine was safe for the time being. But now there was the matter of her curiosity. While there was always the option of simply remaining silent and returning to the shadows, he felt that he finally owed her some explanation. The night was not so empty as he had left her to think, and he no longer wished to wander it alone. "Yes," he says finally, opening his eyes again to regard Maxine. "I am the one who made you what you are now. My name is Bernard." Moving slowly, he walks over to his discarded weapon to retrieve it. Flopping the cylinder open with a lazy flick of his wrist, his fishes around in his coat pockets for a handful of loose rounds to reload the gun. Properly re-armed, he returns the revolver to his coat pocket. "Are you okay?" Bernard asks in return, now walking slowly to stand at Maxine's side. Crouching next to her, he offers a hand to help her to her feet.</s>
<\|description\|>Ellorei the Gentle Age: 25 Appearance: Personality: Ellorei could be described in one word, gentle. It had been that way since she was a child. Her heart was always passionate about justice for the weak and wanted nothing more than to give voice to those who had none. Her deep kindness for all creatures is often portrayed as naivete, an assumption that would be most unwise. Height: 5'5 Race: Human Home Nation: Nomadic Tribe Magical Capabilities: Gaia Magic History: Upon her 10th birthday she was witness to a terrible murder while traveling with her nomadic tribe, the Cha'mir. Crying to her parents, she vowed from that moment on to be an advocate for the weak. So, began her journey. As was the case for many Cha'mirans, she dedicated her life to Gaia. However, this is where her adherence to tradition ends; she left her tribe to wander the lands as a self-proclaimed guardian of the journey. With her heart sure of the decision she left the Cha'mir with her parents and Chiefton's blessings. Ellorei began her trial to prove her worth to Gaia in the wilds keeping to dense forests wherein she felt the powers of Gaia manifest through her the strongest. This was the first she had been away from her tribe for any length of time, and the solitude was at times trying. The Cha'mir, those that were lucky to meet them, are known for the deep familial ties as much as they are for their deep respect for nature. Nights were full of campfire tales and on the occasion and holiday, dancing. However, the moment she thought of returning to them, her memory flashed to the wrongful murder thus steeling her resolve. When the time for her solitude was coming to it's close, the whispers of Gaia grew into a voice that Ellorei came to cherish like her own mother's. Upon her ritual dedication, Ellorei waded into a spring in the deep forests not far from Leias. Her spirit calm despite the sacrifices she would soon be forced to make, it was then she heard that same ethereal voice, "Your trial is done, my child. Go flourish my gentle soul."</s> <\|message\|>Pyra Nume (Peer-uh New-may) When possible, goes by Ilruvae (Ill-rue-vay) Pyra gave a tired nod as he barely heard the compliment, simply allowing himself to be carried to a bunk without any attempt at movement himself. It was... probably safe. Should he let himse- he passed out, his body finally beginning the rejuvenating process known as 'Rest'. Not that it would help much with a broken arm.</s> <\|message\|>Flin Meeru Flin sighed in relief as Zay climbed down the ladder. If he was this relaxed about things now, it likely meant that there was no longer any immediate danger. Flin forced himself on his feet again despite the intense pain, and sat down on his bunk. He looked at Zay for a moment, before looking at the ground in shame. He had wanted to aid his captain, but instead it backfired completely which put Zay at risk. "I apologise for being a liability, captain." He simply said, trying his best to breathe in a more controlled manner.</s>	<\|message\|>Ellorei the Gentle Baeshri Hills "I have seen these before, but I never knew exactly their purpose. So, Rem, you're gathering them for an antidote then?" smiling despite herself Ellorei was amazed to see the knowledge that Rem commanded in action. Ellorei thought to herself how long it took for Rem to gain such a calm wisdom while also thinking about her own flaws. Her fascination grew as she knelt down to inspect the red wisp-caps Rem instructed to pick. Gently she began to gather one closest to her to marvel at yet another of Gaia's many gifts. Just as she was about to ask yet another question Ellorei's attention was immediately drawn to the pupae that had fallen and morphed into something acrid enough to damage a perfectly good boot. It was now that her mind was thinking of insects that she heard the buzzing, an almost barely there sound of some sort of creature. "Rem, I know I talk a great deal but," Ellorei stood from her sitting position, "I promise that buzzing isn't my chatter."</s>
<\|description\|>Hiyama Masaru (In traditional fashion, family name first here.) Age: 23 Race: Oni Appearance: That one took a while... Standing at about 6' tall, Masaru's build still only somehow manages to show a fraction of the power that he's able to put out. While not training his body or taking the occasional small drink, he usually dons a red haori over his upper body. He generally retains the shorts, though. He's not quite stocky, but not quite lean, either. What he IS, though, is well-built. When in 'demon mode', Masaru gains a pair of black horns, about an inch in height, that protrude from the top of his head, and his skin turns a shade of red that his race is most known for. During the colder months, steam may also become visible upon and during activation, though to no extreme extent. Personality: While it would be apt to call Masaru a bit of a musclehead, that term doesn't quite do him justice. While he DOES love to train and fight, those terms do not define him as a whole. While he may be incredibly hotblooded at times and jump into action at the drop of a hat, he is also a generally jovial guy who can relax just as well as he can work. The influx of humans around the time he was born also led to him picking a few more tricks on the side. While he is honest and loyal and generally doesn't like being tricked (or tricking others, for that matter), he's not unwilling to outwit an opponent in the style of a famous Hamon user if it comes down to it. Honestly, though, at the end of the day he really just wants a good fight. Given the nature of oni and his upbringing, Masaru also has a tendency to make random small talk if he's bored out of his mind. He also loves tests of strength, but he's not a complete idiot and won't go into something that is clearly out to get him. That isn't to say, though, that he isn't curious at times... Abilities: As an oni, Masaru has strength that transcends that of most humans, and is able to do things that seem absurd to most (for example, punching boulders into rubble). He also has an increased regenerative capability, but depending on the wound(s) and his condition this may diminish over time. There's also that classic oni alcohol tolerance, but with a lack of alcohol that's not going to be relevant any time soon. As an oni, he also has what he calls 'demon mode' (though the name varies among the race as a whole); when active, Masaru seems to grow a pair of horns from his head and his skin seems to tinge itself a shade of red and become increasingly heated the longer it remains active. During this time, Masaru has increased strength and agility, at the cost of a 'cooldown period' during which his stamina and strength are reduced. He does retain his sanity during this time, though, at the very least. Outside of that, Masaru is also well-versed in having to fight in hand-to-hand combat, often matching a few of the more experienced fighters blow-for-blow (though he also loses, more often than not). He has also dabbled slightly in the ways of blacksmithing, though he grew tired of it in about a half a year or so. At the very least, he knows the bare basics of the craft, but cannot forge anything particularly noteworthy. Salvaged Item: A pair of steel knuckles, rounded off at the ends. History: Masaru comes from a long line of oni, who have themselves had a pretty love/hate relationship with humans... And well, pretty much every race they come into contact with. Though born in the era of peace, the young oni never really found any 'peace' at home. An influx of people from all over the continent began to mingle about every which way, tinging Masaru's ideals with a sense of wonder and creativity. He was still raised in classic oni fashion, though; alcohol, brawls, and healthy competition made up a good chunk of his childhood, and even as a child he could match the strength of a fully grown human. This strength was honed further as the concept of 'training regimens' became spread throughout the town he was born in, and so he began to build his strength. His efforts came to fruition one day when he entered the most prestigious annual fighting tournament of Shoushu at age 22. Seen as the 'dark horse' of the tournament, Masaru came in fifth place by the end of it all, which was notable considering how many of his opponents were more experienced than he. This prowess at his age was what caused him to be chosen to be among the representatives of his nation, a fact that he has since held with honor in his heart... Regardless of the circumstances he now finds himself in. Nation of Origin: Shoushu, a land of both men and oni. Nation Lore: As mentioned prior, humans and oni did not have... The best of relationships. Or the worst, actually. Shoushu, as a whole, is fairly mountainous, which leads to a strange bit of convenience for both sides; the humans, more often than not, lived on the arable land down below, while the oni staked their claim in the mountains above. Humans were often fearful of the strength of the oni, who always lived so close that it probably wouldn't take more than a day to make a trip up and down any specific mountain from its base. This, of course, led to war. Fighting was... On and off. On some occasions, the humans would win and take some land, while on others, the oni would win and push the humans back. It was, in the strangest sense, a perpetual stalemate. This was before any of the other nations came into play, though. Once humans began to travel throughout the land, they found others like themselves, and so they traded. They gained technology, arms, and most importantly: magic. From then on, the tides of war slowly shifted in favor of the humans, who were rapidly descending upon the oni and methodically taking them out. Unwilling to go down without a fight, though, the oni sent out envoys to seek help from other races; it wasn't long after until both sides of the nation were involved in the political turmoil that had consumed the continent. When every other nation fell to peace, the residents of Shoushu had to uneasily lay down their arms. Animosity remained high, however, until the king of Tawken forcefully intervened (citing it to be 'within the nation's best interests') and assigned a group of advisors to each side to attempt to broker a peace deal from which everyone benefitted. As things turned out, the oni were absolutely AMAZING at brewing alcohol, on par with that of the dwarves (the two races still compete every so often) and found friends in the ogres and orcs (who also turned out to love strength). Because of these quick-forming alliances, the humans of the nation had little choice but to accept one of the most valuable economic resources there. From then on, the relationship between the two races began to defrost (though once again with a bit of force thanks to the efforts of the king of Tawken) and we are left with what we have today. As a nation, Shoushu is well known for their metalworking and alcohol production, which often puts them in competition with the dwarves, who take pride in their work just as much as the oni do in theirs. Every other race loves the competition, though, because it means higher quality products and cheaper prices. What sets them apart is the metal that they use, though; while dwarves have access to and can make outstanding works with mythril and oricalcum that can pierce the strongest defenses, the oni have access to what they call 'star steel' (which is not, in fact, found in meteorites as people so often claim it to be). Rather than the ultimate offensive metal, it would be more apt to call it the ultimate defensive metal; when the armor of the oni meets the weaponry of the dwarves, only the skill of the smiths and the strength of the wielders can determine the outcome. 'Star steel' has the ability to mitigate even the strongest of blows otherwise, though it is still prone to the regular faults of the designs of the armor itself. Other: Actually couldn't care less about alcohol, but admits it is occasionally enjoyable. Prefers to eat a balanced diet if possible.</s> <\|message\|>Thanox Thanox continued to sift through the remains of the ship. So far it seemed that the others had managed to recover a few bags of seeds, these ones in better shape than the one he had found, as well as a red crystal that the elf seemed determined to keep. He shook his head when he heard her declare that she would be the only one to use it. Hoarding things would not help the group in any way. On the other hand though, he had no idea how to use it, so he supposed that it may be for the best. While he searched a thought occurred to him. "Perhaps this ship could serve as our shelter, at least briefly. We would need to make sure it is safe to stay in, but it could keep us from being exposed to the elements." He said to no one in particular as he looked around. It would take some work patching some of the holes, but it might be a good place to start, the biggest problem would be the tide. If they couldn't find a part of the ship that was high enough to stay dry then it would never work. Still, there would be time to decide where to sleep later. Right now they needed supplies, and once they finished searching the ship they could check farther inland and hopefully find freshwater. Shaking his head Thanox resumed looking for anything useful. As he continued to his fruitless search he heard the kitsune ask for help. She had found a crate of seeds, but it was pinned under a large piece of debris. He walked next to the girl. "I will assist you. On three. One, two, three!" He bent down and grasped the broken piece of wood with all four arms and pulled up. It was quite heavy, but he was able to move it to the side with her help. He picked up the box and handed it to the kitsune. It occurred to him that he did not know her name, he had only learned the names of a few individuals, but it would be rude not acquaint himself with the others, especially seeing as how they would all be working together to survive now. "I am called Thanox, I do not believe I ever caught your name."</s> <\|message\|>Gamie Jaeger -Gamie Jaeger- Gamie watched as the younger fox gave some information that could be troublesome, regarding if any of the seedlings absorbed any salt water... along with things involving mold. The lady seemed to have a scythe also; he could only guess that meant she was the farmer of the group, considering she sounded familiar with these items. The man payed attention to her before watching the lady carefully retrieve said bag of seeds and began her haul outside of the ship. Looks like it was his turn to follow suit as the hunter grabbed the stock of his crossbow and gently picked up the glass bottle. Following suit and taking his small haul outside, Gamie emerged from the hull behind the Kitsune, depositing his discoveries near the driftwood. As he did so, he found that Scales had returned from his recent endeavors involving fish, and tossed the now deceased creatures into the sand. His eyes lit up at another set of food, however he mentioned wanting to check the glands to determine if they were poisonous. Like the Lizard, he doubt that they were toxic since they looked like trout... though, there was a chance of them being a different type of fish. Regardless, he ignored part of the excited exclamation from the Kitsune and swiftly delved back into the broken piece that was once a ship. Of course, it did make him wonder if there were any survivors adrift. Poking his head outside the ruins, he noticed the Garuda exchanging a spear with Scales. He denoted her wings would be excellent for scouting since the waves could easily be comparable to sand. Despite his eyesight, he would miss something since they continuously rolled. Walking past the Kitsune who decided to continue scouring through the ship for supplies. As he slowly approached the duo, he tapped The Amazon's shoulder with his encompassed hand. "... say, Amazon," Gamie mumbled to her once he obtained her attention. "... since ya' have excellent mobilit', could you go out t'see if there ah any survivors or extra supplies adrift?"</s> <\|message\|>Irial Romyre Irial eyed the bird-winged woman. "What? It's not as if it isn't true," she said, simply, pocketing the gem for the moment. "Do you have any idea what to do with it? I don't think so." The young high elf folded her arms, draping her staff down to the left as she did. Really now, what was the point of protesting when she'd only spoken the truth? Who else here had the capabilities to use a fire gem? No-one, as far as she knew. No, Irial was doing the others a service by taking it for herself. She could, after all, now utilize it to keep fires lit, and defend the camp. No-one else could do more then look at the pretty colors. "It's a magic gem, fire specifically," the small blonde continued, "There's nothing else anyone here can do with it. Aside from, I don't know, make jewelry, but what a waste that would be. Only someone who has the capabilities of a mage can make use of it, and I'm the only one here who even has knowledge of spells. It's not idle arrogance when it's the truth." And that was that. The elf girl looked back over her shoulder, eyes scanning the wreck once again. Things... didn't look promising when it came to finding anything else. Rather, it was exactly the same kind of mess she thought it would be. At least some of the others had located food, but why sake would be at all important here was beyond her. Alcohol was not exactly her favorite thing to drink. It made people slow, and stupid. Irial wanted nothing to do with that.</s>	<\|message\|>Hiyama Masaru (In traditional fashion, family name first here.) Masaru's spirit seemed to brighten as more supplies were brought out of the wreckage; after all, this much was already a miracle and a half on its own. Turk's return with a bunch of fish, too, was certainly something to be pleased about. But at the same time, though... Well, the grains they had recovered were probably meant to be sown into the ground like the kitsune had mentioned earlier. In essence, everything they had here was for the future, which meant that the issue right now was finding a source of food that didn't consist of grains. The fish, at least, was a start, but... "Huh? Oh, shoot. That's... Unpleasant." There was some sort of snakelike creature lying off in one of the darker corners of the room, glaring at him. While it only seemed to have just been awakened, Masaru frowned and shook his head before cautiously glancing at the creature, what it was guarding, and the rest of the people salvaging. "A snake...? I think that's a snake. Crap. Hope it ain't poisonous. Guys! Careful over here!" With a bit of squinting, Masaru could make out the slightest indication of what the snake was sitting on--a box of... Wait, was that labeled 'hardtack'? Well, admittedly, that tasted pretty damn horrible, but workable food was, in fact, workable food. A crate of that size, if rationed properly, could last for a day or two... But hey, better than nothing! "Anyone got, like... Something to kill this thing? Or at least scare it off? I'm pretty sure we don't want to risk poison right now, y'know?"</s>
<\|description\|>Licht Gruppe Universe of Origin: A mixed force of volunteers from across the Multiverse, but the founding members are comprised of Ex-TSAB personnel from the Lyrical Nanoha universe. Objectives: To bring everlasting peace and order to the Multiverse through force and domination. The old council was too soft and too indecisive in the eyes of the founding members and thus they ended up joining the Reign of Chaos, where their harsh but effective rule actually brought about peace and security instead of the unrest and uncertainty of the council's effete democracy and political correctness. Members: Largely comprised of powerful magic-users, they are a diverse bunch that includes various non-human races like Elves, Fallen Angels, Demi-humans and Digimon along with the Belkan/Mid-Childan human mages forming the core of their force. Capabilities: About the size of a large company, they never had more than 150 members due to their stringent recruitment standards and their strict adherence to morality and justice. But because of the power each member wields, they collectively hit with the firepower of an entire army corps; but not with the endurance or strategic presence. History: Formed during the chaos wrought by the fall of the Council, they were originally a small platoon of TSAB remnants who were trapped deep inside enemy territory and sought to fight their foes to the last; but after slowly getting the bigger picture from seeing how the subjects of the Reign were safe and protected along with the mounting numbers of civilian casualties resulting from their "freedom fighting", their captain decided to turn in his group of holdouts after personally purging those who wouldn't see reason. To their surprise, one of the more merciful-and devious members of the executive council implored the others to spare them and utilize their abilities as a propaganda tool and a powerful military asset. Years of warfare, expansion and internal conflict later, Licht Gruppe has earned their spot as one of the most renowned teams in the Reign's military; respected by the Resistance and loved by the Reign's subjects and less evil members for their honorable conduct, adherence to the laws of war and intolerance of cruelty from both friend and foe. Though there are always those who would wish to see such heroic soldiers fall into darkness and despair...</s> <\|message\|>Jonathan Joestar, a.k.a. JoJo Girralo Jonathan Joestar Jonathan had been released from the hospital, or 'med-bay' as the staff insisted on calling it, exactly ten days prior. His stay had been remarkably comfortable, and the young Joestar was deeply thankful for all the doctors had done for him. Since then, Jonathan had been spending his time exercising, eating, and sleeping. He'd lost his edge, and it cost him his life once. If Jonathan was going to protect his family and friends, he needed to be in tip-top shape. His honour as a Joestar demanded no less than the best, after all. At present, JoJo was making his way through the Capital Ship's myriad corridors, headed towards the Fitness centre. It was on the 5th floor of the ship, fairly close to the 'med-bay,' fittingly enough. On that note, Jonathan found it rather odd they called it a 'ship,' when it was closer to a mobile city in size. Even his family's mansion was miniscule in comparison. He'd explored naught but a fraction of it so far, yet Jonathan had encountered hundreds of different people, all varying wildly in mannerisms and method of dress. It really is an astounding place, perhaps I could bring Erina here, once this is all over. I'm certain she would... Jonathan's train of thought promptly ground to a halt, interrupted by what sounded like a fist striking metal. It came from down the hallway, was repeating, and grew fainter with each strike. Moving to investigate, Jonathan soon himself standing before a large door marked as someone's personal laboratory. More importantly, there appeared to be someone locked inside, and practically covered in injuries. While he wasn't one to trespass on private property, the young Joestar couldn't simply leave the man in there to bleed out. "Step back from the door," Jonathan yelled at the man,"I'm going to break it open." JoJo stepped up to the door, drew back his left arm, and clenched his fist. Jonathan's breathing became steady and rhythmic, causing his body to glow with a golden aura that crackled with electricity. "LOCK SHATTER OVERDRIVE!" Naming the technique on the fly, he slammed his fist into the door and discharged a wave of Ripple energy. Despite its sturdy construction, the door was unable to completely absorb the burst of solar energy, creating a fist-sized opening. Capitalizing on this immediately, Jonathan placed a hand on both halves of the door and forcibly pulled it open. With the obstacle removed, Jonathan immediately made his way over to the injured man. "Take my hand, I'll get you to the hospital." Then I'll have to apologize to the lab's owner for breaking their door. I'm certain they'll understand if I explain the circumstances.</s> <\|message\|>Dagon Rane It was most unfortunate that the battle would end so soon. The Resistance had won, if it could be called a victory. An intercepted broadcast told Set of the planet's fate, and he marveled at the destructive technology these beings possessed. There were legends and tales of Sith who were able to destroy entire world with the Force, and the Emperor's new toy was supposed to be capable of the same. But despite this he had never witnessed the destruction of a planet in person. The large screens in front of him displayed the planet's image in incredible detail as the ship's automated pilotting system kept them safely out of the way of the retreating ships. Nothing but worthless fodder would be caught in the collapse itself, of course. Every important asset on both sides had been equipped with teleportation technology, which seemed remarkably common in the Multiverse. Looking down, Set planned his next course of action. His interference here had done nothing more than speed up the inevitable, and his signal had been ignored by the RoC. Whether the signal had been distorted by the massive amount of weapons and magic being flung around, or whether it had simply been ignored, he would never know. But he would need to consider his next actions carefully. This battle had shown a mere fraction of the RoC's power, as it's military forces were spread across a hundred different universes. The Resistance was also not to be trifled with, his observation equipment had allowed him to witness some fairly spectacularly dangerous individuals down there. He needed to find the middle ground, invisible to both while profitting from their conflict. It was while he was pondering, overlooking the slow collapse of Eldritch IV's surface, that Dagon returned from his mission. Nothing needed to be said, he knew it had been a success. He would have the devices in his hands within the hour. Set smiled, as he nodded approvingly in Dagon's direction, knowing the gesture would be next to meaningless to the ambitious youth. Dagon, like all Sith Apprentices, sought to surpass and defeat his master, taking Set's place as leader of the Harth Collective. And then some day he would take an apprentice himself, and train his own killer. Such was the cycle of the Sith, and the reason for their strength. Not that Set had any intention of keeling over, but he would spend his time playing the lethal game with Dagon. "Dagon, I'll need you to perform another task for me." The apprentice stopped in his tracks, turning curiously towards him master. "Take a ship, and approach the Resistance mothership under the flag of truce. I wish for you to establish a connection to them. To show them our support, give them the gifts I've prepared in the hangar." There was no need to further dictate this task. Dagon was a professional, skilled in the acts of both diplomacy and assassination. Set was confident that the Resistance would accept their gifts, and he would be able to establish a connection with them. Using this, he could vastly increase his current story of information. And it was always important to befriend the main players on the field, or at the very least put up a friendly facade. As Dagon left once more, Set considered how to deal with the Licht Gruppe. In this case, killing them was merely optional. His main goal would be to remove them from any battlefield containing the Mon Alliance. Of course, the easiest way to do this was to keep them locked away permanently somehow, but such a thing was not easy to achieve. And should his dealings be discovered, he would make an enemy of the RoC, a concept that didn't appeal to him in the least. He would need to be subtle about this, even more so than he usually was. Or, perhaps, exactly the opposite. Smiling, Set took a sip of his wine as a plan formed in his mind. It was a beautiful thing, elegant in it's simplicity and yet devastating in it's effectivity. And best of all, it would be completely impossible to trace it back to him, or even to an intelligent assault of any kind. Indeed, the Licht Gruppe were about to have a very large accident.... Continental plates slowly collapsed into the newly formed hole in the core of the planet, vast oceans of magma erupting from beneath them as the entire world broke to pieces. It was a beautiful sight, like the blooming of a flower. It was strange that such beauty was a result of such an immoral conflict. --- Dagon's shuttle flew out from one of the observation vessel's many hangers, uncloaking itself after having achieved sufficient distance that it couldn't be traced back to the main ship. He navigated towards the retreating Resistance capital ship, as he hailed them over comms. "Greetings, Resistance. I'm low on fuel, and near stranded in space. Requesting permission to dock." Dagon would pull up alongside the far larger vessel, his shuttle seeming like an ant by comparison. A quick scan would reveal that the shuttle was completely unarmed. A diplomatic vessel. It contained some cargo space, but there were no signs of life besides Dagon on board. Dagon's personal shuttle was equipped for stealth and diplomacy, as was his style, and the only high-powered equipment on board was a fairly advanced stealth drive, designed to cloak the ship from most detection systems.</s>	<\|message\|>Licht Gruppe By the time the announcement was made that the Planet would be abandoned and destroyed to deny it to the Resistance, most of the RoC's troops and minions had already began to pile into the various ships and transports reserved/pulled in for the evacuation while the officers and elite soldiers would enjoy the benefits of having access to the base's teleporter relay stations to send them off directly towards their real headquarters hidden deep within the darkest recesses of the Multiverse. Among the officers and elites waiting in line in an orderly manner was several members of the Licht Gruppe, about a one and a half dozen or so of their order and none of whom weren't sporting an injury or battle damage of some kind; as they held their heads down in shame and mourning due to having experienced some none-too-insignificant casualties, numerous officers and their entourages openly sneered at the "elite" warriors; taking immense pleasure at the fact that the proud and self-righteous golden boys of the RoC's ministry of propaganda had been reduced to such a humbling and pitiful state, crying about losing a farcical battle that wasn't even supposed to be "won". Some even went as far as to take pictures with their gadgets and uploading said images of their shame to the intermultiversal network, never to be forgotten. Alas, the brotherhood of warriors were above such pettiness and simply stood there and took all of the abuse, their sorrow for their fallen and the massive yet completely foreseen loss of life for both sides leaving even the prouder and more hotheaded of their number numb to the provocation of their allies. Among the morose collection of defeated warriors was a familiar squad of man, digital creature and demi-human, looking a little more worried than sorrowful since one of their own still hasn't reported back... One of the two hooded mages, now with its hood down is revealed to be a dark elf of indeterminate age and gender tiredly and meekly asks the eight-winged angel regarding their lost comrade. "Do you think he didn't make it?" "Pieter is too stubborn to die, madman must have tried to fight a mech with just his sword and guts." At what the angel said, the puppet wizard, despite his cranium hurriedly wrapped in bandages to keep his fractured skull in one place had decided to humor his comrade's response. "Like you're any different Magnus." At that, the squad's spirits were lifted; if only for a tiny bit since the two six-wings and even their captain scoffed at the jest. Knowing that the wizard held no malice or resentment in his remark, merely to make the situation just a bit less depressing; Magnus decides to entertain him. "Charming, but the difference between him and I is that he only focuses on what's in front of him like the bull that he is." "And that makes you a mosquito I guess? You're about as hard to swat out of the sky." Just as the angel was about to retort, something big and heavy barges into the room; having bowled over a few soldiers in the process. "Oh thank the Kaiser... You all made it." Turning towards their formerly missing comrade the squad visibly relaxes at his presence, as if a great weight had been lifted from their shoulders... All except for the Captain who walks to meet his wayward subordinate, quietly thanking that angel who had healed him since his grilling wouldn't have to wait until he was capable of standing up without assistance. "Care to explain yourself knight?" "I was preoccupied with a duel, Captain Loyola." "With who?" "An alchemist officer. Human. But It was constantly interrupted by his craven allies." "Why?" "He sullied our honor, saying we were cowards who preyed upon the weak." At that, the captain suddenly smacks the side of Pieter's helmet with his armored knuckle; causing the younger knight's ears to ring. "That was for proving him right. We may be proud and honorable warriors, but we are not to be completely controlled by them; for that leads to ruination. Now that you'll know what to expect from me when we return to base, fall in with the rest." "Yes captain." The Mage-Knight then quietly and rather carefully positions himself with his squad, not speaking to any of them save for gently patting the head of the other hooded magician, which turned out to be a twin to the other one and in response to the sudden contact rather impotently smacks the side of the Knight's armored leg with its staff before he and his comrades steps into the relay station and towards refuge...</s>
<\|description\|>Priscilla Priscilla Nickname: Cil Age: 25 Gender: Female Powers: Very, very, very lucky. Very. Able to wield anti-magic. Can get extremely tired out by this act as it draws from her willpower directly. Revolves around the idea of disrupting a beings link to magic, protecting the user from magic or interrupting spells in some way. Highest level of use can stop spellcasting in an area for a short time, but runs the risk of harming the user. Can only cast anti-magic after she has absorbed some magic, be it from taking a hit from an enchanted weapon, weathering some lightning or wading through a dragon's breath. Its like eating for her, she can't do it too much or else she risks hurting herself. Species: Human. 100%. Crush: None. Relationship: A family she has almost forgotten. Spouse: None. Children: None. Personality: A very snarky woman, prone to taunting those that cross her or making a jest at their expense. Usually very friendly, but not above suspicion and wariness when it comes to meeting new people. A simple woman in habits and tastes, but not in thoughts. She would rather sit and watch the river roll by than ford its depths to get to the other side. Always one to look for the easy way out, she isn't diligent in anything save for her training and her survival. She prefers to travel alone, or at least that is what she tells people. History: Priscilla was once a god-fearing little girl, in a small river village with no name. Well, it had a name. It was named Mudbank, but she either preferred that it had no name or did not remember it had one in the first place. She was raised in a small hut near the village chapel, and as a result, she went to the sermons everyday to pay reverence to her god. Their god was a water god, said to bring them the rains and flows that brought fish and helped the crops to grow. That year, the crops hadn't grown, and the fish hadn't come, because the people were not devout enough. The pastor said that she wasn't devout enough. She had prayed every night that year, and the gods in the water still hadn't seen her as devout. She heard that there were still tithes to be paid, belongings to be offered and so the waters wouldn't flow. This made her confused, but she stayed vigilant through the tough years. The water god kept them fed, kept them happy and kept them safe from the horrors of the night... right? It wasn't until the village was raided by a relatively small swamp dragon that she completely lost the faith. Just like that, her belief was shattered. The water god didn't come to help them, didn't come up from the deep to strike this creature down. It just ran amok, devouring people and burning down homes. It even got to her home, and still no sign that the water god would help. No sudden rains, no giant floods, no water elementals like in the old tales. Nothing. The only saving grace was found when a band of rugged men and women came to combat the thing, saying that they had been tracking it for weeks. They made quick work of it. They stayed for a while to help the village rebuild. They even found out that the pastor had dammed up the river mouth, and was letting water through as he pleased. That year the fish and the crops were plentiful. The water god did believe that they were devout enough, but he was being suppressed by man. Her belief had been shattered by a mere man, and that made her mad. She took up praying to the water god once more, everyday by the river and she could have sworn she saw the water moving towards her. When it came time for the band of warriors to leave, after a few weeks of helping and hunting other horrors near the village, they said their goodbyes and departed. Slayers, they called themselves. Priscilla bathed in the river that day, and offered a final prayer, before stowing away on their equipment cart. She was 13 then. She convinced them to take her in. To train her. She wanted to help them fight the injustices of the world. They took her in, and found she had a gift. A gift for magic, or rather, a gift for dealing with magic. She ate it as if it were fish and bread, and stopped it in its tracks moments later. For years she trained, both her body and her ability, until she could best almost every person she had lived with the past decade or some such. Then she ventured out on her own, as a solitary Slayer, to just... solve problems. Maybe even find her way back home. Other: She can't read or write. Let the games begin.</s> <\|message\|>Amos "The Night" Taroc Amos upon the old chair, but not really as he was only a spirit who didn't have a body, so he was more just suspended on it. His power was returning in that old room with the silence that was deafening. Somewhere deep down he reminisced about the touch of the sun but it was quickly replaced with an insatiable hunger for chaos. He looked at the gem upon its pedestal and came to realize that it was a curse if anything, or a demon was in it. The corpses seemed to scream that something nefarious had happened here long ago. He turned his mind back to his dark ent and the ramification of such an act of corruption. Would it spread? Would it die easily? So many questions, but he would have to wait for the answers, for now he needed to recharge a bit more.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla "Oh a ranger is it? I've worked with your guild before quite a few times. Helped me to track down quite a few nasty creatures until I learned to properly track my quarry for myself. Good folk, the rangers." Jovial and warm was her tone as she hopped over a small hole with a clatter and a grunt. She was not beginning to tire, but rather beginning to bore of walking. The torch was making her sweat in her plate, and the dark of the cave was almost oppressive. "I now realise that I would have preferred to have taken the surface, but I guess we get there either way." She muttered to herself before concentrating her attentions on Jacque's question. "I began my training young. Three and ten years if I remember correct," She brings up her sword-hand and looks to count over her curled fingers for a moment before nodding, "Yes, three and ten. This wretch we are moving towards had already ruined my village and my family, so I asked the waves for guidance. They pushed me to the Slayers. I hid away in one of their caravans and when I was found out, I begged them to train me to hunt monsters." She chuckled lightly, a bubbly but gruff sound. "I took to it like a bird to the air. Found that it was the one thing that I was truly exceptional at. Soon enough I was leading parties, training recruits of my own and hunting the big game. Dragons, Hydras, Giants and the sort. I was well on my way to becoming one of the Purifiers and taking the hunts a step further when I caught wind of this disgusting creature on the rise once more, so I requested leave to hunt it for myself. Now I'm here." She takes a look up the tunnel and growls in annoyance. "By the depths, how much farther until I can see sunlight again!?"</s> <\|message\|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces "I prefer the darkness myself, but then again I am half vampire."</s> <\|message\|>Arin Kurokawa Arin and Ace continued to explore the forest while playing a game of 'I spy'. As he was doing that, Arin was also keeping a look out for anything suspicious as he knew someone would try to pick a fight with him eventually. Ace looked around for something to use for his little 'game' and said, "I spy something brown with leaves on the top." Arin smiled while shaking his head in amusement. "A tree." He replied in a simple manner. ____________________________________ Price moved a little bit closer to the triplets and Aniram, hoping one of these people would notice him. Then again, he could go the other route and attempt a greeting. He decided to go with the latter and waved at them. Virgil decided to find out if there were others stuck here and if he was right, he would have two questions for whoever came up to him.</s> <\|message\|>Jacque Marrow "Thank you for the complement, not everyone tends to see eye to eye with us rangers. Your tragic circumstances aside, you sound as if you're doing quite well for yourself madam Slayer. And impressive tale indeed." Jacque stated as he idly pulled a spearmint leaf from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and proceeded to chew it, filling his nose with the crisp scent. He wasn't quite sure if Priscilla could smell it yet given how much sharper his senses work than the average humor, but the hole that was being dug was beginning to smell of damp, rotting foliage, typical of many swamp regions. "I think it's about time we surfaced, dragonspawn. We don't want to come up inside the swamp itself, remember?" Jacque loudly called up ahead to James, his deep rumbling voice echoing down the tunnel like the sound of rolling thunder in the distance. After giving James a heads up, he contemplated pointing out the fact that Priscilla had said "three and ten" rather than thirteen, however given the fact that he'd also witnessed her physically counting out the number with her fingers, he held his tongue, surmising that books smarts weren't really the Slayer's strong suit. For now Jacque would let it be, however he made a mental note to teach her how to properly count if it became a hassle in the future. "The darkness does hold several advantages to it, however there are flaws in it as well. The same could be said of any environment really. Given your heritage it's no surprise that you'd prefer this sort of environment, but never forget that one should strive to be able to adapt to any location they find themselves in."</s> <\|message\|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago) Apparently, James had gone ahead of them, far ahead of them, and finished the tunnel, so he came walking back in human form. "The tunnel is done. We're about 50 yards from the swamp."</s> <\|message\|>Arin Kurokawa (Still in his lair) Hunter grinned once he thought up a plan and sent the first shadow creature he caught to find the one called Arin. He looked at the other ones and told them that they would all get a turn. ______________________________________________________________ Virgil decided to venture the forest a bit and went further down the woods once inside. _______________________________________ Price walked away from the triplets and the girl(Aniram) since they didn't seem to acknowledge him. He ventured off into the forest and wondered if he would find someone there.</s> <\|message\|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces "That is true, While I may have certain advantages in the darkness it is important that am able to to fight and survive well in any situation and/or circumstances."</s> <\|message\|>Jacque Marrow Jacque stopped and nodded approvingly and sniffed the air again, detecting the scent of peat moss and stagnant water up ahead, "You're quite the adept digger, dragonspawn. If I didn't know it was you I would've assumed that a wurm had dug this hole, well done." he said before swallong the mint leaf in his mouth and producing another one to chew on. "Now, before we surface, I should warn you lot of what dwells within the swamp.", Jacque reached out to the side and grabbed a fistful of dirt, "The soil in the swamp is not like the soil you'll find at the beach or in the forest. It's extremely muddy and sticky, and will start to suck you down if you stand in one place for too long. In some spots the muck will be a bit deeper than others, if you get stuck do NOT struggle, you strength will only cause you to sink quicker. You'll find that the spots were the muck is deepest with have a series of bubbles from trapped air pockets coming to the surface.". Jacque dropped the soil and dusted off his hands, "The next issue will be the plant life. There will be any number of dangerous plants, like razor grass, noose vines, or thorn bushes, and even a few berry bushes that produce poison fruits and attract all manner of dangerous insects with their flowers. Speaking of insects, unlike the larger animals that were smart enough to flee, these creatures will still be around, and without their predators milling about, they'll be out in full force. These are creatures that are loaded with extremely toxic stings and bites formed by years of defending themselves from predation, so try to avoid them if you can. Lastly, if you hear a loud buzzing sound or see what appears to be a black cloud approaching, run as quickly as you can or duck under the water for as long as you can. That "cloud" will be a swarm made up of a particularly nasty species of fly native to this island. If they catch you they'll burrow into your flesh and drain you of your blood, and that's if you're lucky. If you're not, they'll end up drinking enough to incapacitate you, then lay eggs inside your body. The larvae that hatch are prone to digging into bone to feed on your marrow rather than just blood or tissue. If that happens it'll take weeks to die, and it'll be agonizing every step of the way. I've seen this first hand, and personally, i'd sooner slit my own throat than sit through that.". Jacque let his words hang in the damp air as he stared down each member of the rag tag group.</s>	<\|message\|>Priscilla Priscilla stepped from the tunnel and smiled, feeling the open air upon her face. Her revelry was cut short by the smell of moss, stagnant water and rotting plant matter, a dank scent thick in the air that hit her in the back of the throat and made her stomach budge slightly with disgust. She looked to the dragonspawn and nodded curtly, "Well done, Dragonspawn. You'd make a fine miner, I'd wager. Still would have like to walk the earth on its surface, as the Maker intended, but we are here now. I have no interest in complaining." After a bash of her fist on her breastplate out of small respect, she turned to Jacque and pushed the scent of the nearby swamp from her mind, trying to take in all of the sage advice that he doled out. "I see. So in short, we have man-eating mud, man-eating insects and more man-eating mud before us. And we are to wade through it all before we reach the dragon itself?" She grinned, the prospect of danger exciting her and spurring her heart on even more. "I am to believe that the beast itself resides in the centre of the swamp itself?" In the back of her mind, she could still taste the scent of something malicious on the air, just as before. Rotting plant and brimstone, smog and smoke. Her fingers felt as if they were punctured on all sides by needles, and her eye felt fit to leap from her skull, prompting her to rub it slowly as she gazed at their surroundings. Something was here. Something unnatural. She tightened her grip on Verschlinger and gave it a small practice swing before pointing towards the swamp with it. "If so, then I guess its to the centre of the swamp we go."</s>
<\|description\|>Kjetil Svendsen Norgardian \| 32 \| Male Appearance Standing at 6'2 and having a muscular build due to training and years of fighting. He has long red hair that almost extends to his chest, along with a full red beard, and has in both his hair and beard braids in them. Mainly at the end points of his hair and beard. He has a pale complexion, and while his face does not have scars, his arms, chest, and back have several. He carries himself like a warrior, there is no mistaking it. Tends to have a serious look on his face most of the time. Personality Kjetil can be described as a stoic and, at times, an emotionless person, along with being a religious person. This is due to years of being a warrior in service of a religious warrior cult and despite leaving the cult. He can still be a religious and passionate person, especially when it is not rage, and can be a reliable ally and friend. Though only if you win his trust, and he is slow to trust others. Though once that trust is broken, then it is hard to regain his trust. As a result of his training, he uses his anger in combat. It is actually hard to make him angry outside of combat since he can control it and only will get angry if someone really tries or said something happens that he takes personally. And he can be rather cold to someone that he dislikes. Background * Profession: Warrior * Class: Barbarian * Heritage: Noble History Kjetil was born the youngest of four to a noble family in Norgard and from early on. He had shown he had a warrior spirit in him. Always wanting to spar with his older siblings and pick fights with others of his age. He was given a noble education and when he was fourteen. His parents knowing full well of his warrior spirit and knowing that he as little chance of inheriting anything of note. They wanted him to have a good life regardless. It was then that his parents decided to give him to the Wolves of Ulfric. A religious warrior cult that being apart of it was considered a great honor to both Kjetil and his family, even if he had no choice in the matter. For years Kjetil trained under the Wolves. Under strict training and learning their ways, praying exclusively to their patron deity, Ulfric, God of Wolves, Winter, and Battle. Kjetil was taught to tap into his anger and channel it into a primal fury. Becoming a warrior that by the time he was eighteen, Kjetil was almost a Wolf, but he still had one last test to see if he would truly join the cult. That test was going on a raid and prove that he had truly become one of them and earned his place among them by surviving his first battle. He was sent along with a Norgardian raiding party that was heading to the lands of the Banians. There Kjetil, using his training and tapping into his anger. Kjetil entered into a primal fury and killed several Banians during the raid despite the injuries to his body. In the end, he would survive his first battle and come out with several kills and loot. The Wolves, upon his return, welcomed him and was officially made a member of the cult. It was one of the happiest days of his life and one he would not forget. For ten years, he was in the cult and went on many raids. Kjetil did not just become a strong warrior but considered his fellow Wolves as family. Growing close to them and would grow close to one in particular. Ingunn was her name, a former commoner and one of the several women in the cult. The pair worked and did well together, and the two fell in love. While he knew the cult had no problems with Wolves getting together as long as it did not stop them from their duties. It started to make him think about things, and now he was with Ingunn. The life he started to want would not be possible within the cult. So after a deal of courage from both of them, the two ask the cult's leader Aslak for permission to leave the cult. Aslak noted how long they have been with them and how well they have served under Ulfric. So after much time, he finally decided not to allow them to leave the cult and that the two should be separated from each other. Kjetil did not take this well, and the two were punished by Aslak. But this did not stop the two, and eventually, they were able to escape from the cult and flee to Thaegoradrim. There they tried to live a normal life in a village and hide from the cult as best they could. For a few years, this worked, and the couple lived happily there. However, it was hard for Kjetil to adjust to living there because of his warrior and noble background, but he tried his best and seemed to be getting the hang of it. More so once he learned that Ingunn was pregnant with their child. Then their happiness turned to tragedy. One day the cult found them while Kjetil was in the fields and Ingunn was at their home. A group of five Wolves disguised as guards appeared at the village, and once they spotted Ingunn, they threw off their disguises and charged her. Roaring the cult's battle cry and Kjetil was able to hear the battle cry and instantly knew that the cult had found them. Rushing back home, he found Ingunn bloody and in the middle of fighting the Wolves. Rushing to her side and unleashed his primal fury on the Wolves. In the end, the Wolves were slain with help from the local guards, and while it left Kjetil wounded but alive. Ingunn was not so lucky and would die a short time after the fight from her wounds. With one last breath, she made Kjetil promise one thing, that he should live, and he knew what she meant by that. That he should not take revenge against the cult since it would be suicide, and she did not want him to die in a fruitless fight. So after burying her body and knowing that the cult would be after him until he was dead. Kjetil, with the last of his coin, ventured far south to escape the cult and start a new life for himself. If he could, that is. Reason for Travel With a religious warrior cult wanting his head, Kjetil needed someplace where the cult could not find them, so he ventured far south on board the Skirmisher to escape from the Wolves of Ulfric and for a new beginning if he could manage that. Motivation/Goal Keeping his promise to his late wife that he will live and not throw his life away for a fruitless fight. Also, seeking a new life away from the reach and eyes of the Wolves of Ulfric. Capabilities Years spent as a warrior in the Wolves of Ulfric had made Kjetil a strong warrior, and knows his way around several weapons, including his fists. He personally favored axes and shields. Often using his anger to unleash a fury of strong but quick blows and relies on brute force in battle. Due to his training, he has survived blows that would greatly wound others and has developed a high pain tolerance, along with being a skilled sailor from his years on raids with his fellow Norgardians. Equipment You will leave this blank for now. * * * Money 0 for the moment Languages Grim Northern ---</s> <\|message\|>Character Information It would be hard to remember that night, were it not such a vivid scene. The stinking stench of unmitigated sweat and vomit permeating the air, mixed with the telltail smell of booze and water. Sea water had a distinct smell, but by the eleventh day, everything smelled of seawater. It was hard to tell if all the water seeping to the lower decks was rain or wave, but spirits were high. No pirate or wind had dared impede their journey until the last stretch before they reached Darkwater Dock. Here the seas were shallow, and the land was too wild for any sizeable corsair raiders. Their kind stayed on the islands and shipping lanes. The Skirmisher had just passed the tail of the Peninsula, the gateway to the Black Delta. Through Elven waters into Corsair waters, they sailed at all speed. Only now were they home free, and they celebrated accordingly. The lower decks were getting wetter from the water above, but it was warm and full of drink and song. Fraternizing on the Skirmisher was looked down upon by the Captain, but he was above deck helping weather the storm and men and women went off in pairs what private pockets they could find to rut to their heart's content. Disobeying the Captain was bad luck, but then again sailors said many things were. Still, everyone had high hopes and knew they would be docking in a few scant days. It all went bad in seconds. The ship lifted. The lights swung on their hinges. A sudden sense of weightlessness and vertigo, and a lone, helpless cry from above rang out. The silence beyond it was deafening, until the ship's groaning returned like a roar. There was water and pressure, and blackness sank in as everything around the passengers below exploded, sending all into oblivion. Muffled sounds and terrible sucking of all things into the nether could be recalled, and the shadowy silhouette of some terrible finned monstrosity was the last thing to be remembered... Now there was sand, and heat. Stuffy, scratchy throats and dry breath, and sunburn from a harsh, unforgiving ball of molten flames far above. Consciousness gradually returned with their senses, and it was merciless. Apart from the sunburns, aches and pains and an awful dryness wracked every body that lay on the beach. Kindling and bits of the ship's foundations lay near them like the ribs of a decayed whale. Bodies of dead sailors, including one oddly without its legs, lapped and swayed in the water as the tide came in. The Captain, his body rough but with the possibility of life, lay along the beach just a few spans from the bodies. To the left, rocks piled up blocked their path. A natural obstacle that cut into the landscape, blocking crashing waves every so often. Before them lay exotic ferns and trees covered in vines. A mass of foliage where a jungle lay, and just at the treeline stood a small statue where a strange figure had been carved. It looked like a cross between a frog and a bat, sitting atop a rock and baring its fangs as if at the castaways. To the right was endless, ubiquitous beach that stretched beyond the scope of sight, the waves washing against the land and crying out every few moments. Where they were, it was difficult to tell. But they were in the land they had sought. The Black Delta, a hot, unforgiving land of primal dangers. But first they had to get up.</s> <\|message\|>Jacqueline Lythandros --- Jacqueline opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on her cheek. She blinked a few times to steady her gaze. For a second, she did not know where she was. Once her vision came to pass she noticed she was laying on sand and could hear the water as it lapped on the beach. She began to get up but felt a twinge of pain on her left side. She fell back to the ground, letting the pain subside. She moved to her right side, glancing down to where the pain was, and noticed her clothing torn and a dark cut along her left thigh and up past her hip. How did she.... And then she remembered. It was supposed to be a trip. Simple. Or as simple as expected on a voyage over harsh waters. She had looked for the best possible ship to make the trip. Her sisters, her family, begged her not to go. "It's not worth it," they proclaimed, but she knew better. She had to go. The time among her Order was not long and if they had any hope of surviving and prospering, they needed somewhere fresh to start. And here she was now laying on a beach, wounded and thirsty. She moved herself up to a sitting position, or what cold best be described as one given the nature of her wounds. She looked around to see if anyone else on the ship was up and about like her. She noted that a few sailors were nearby, but she did not put much faith into them waking up. So what of the other members not a part of the crew? And the Captain? It would not do her well to sit here and wait. She would need to tend to her wounds if she wanted to continue on. She moved herself to her feet, clenching her teeth as her wound opened up. But she was standing. She gripped her side, looking around for some tools or supplies that survived the crash. There was a crash, wasn't there? Surely she didn't just wash up on the beach after a drunken night on the ship. Her mind was blurry and she fought for the memories to return. Alas, no luck. Maybe one of the others would stir awake and could let her know what happened. Until then, she would need to find something to help her injuries. And maybe the others, if they needed it. Then she could get to work on figuring out where she was and how to get to where she needed to be.</s>	<\|message\|>Kjetil Svendsen Kjetil's mind was the first to awaken as he slowly felt two sensations. One was annoying, was it pain that he has grown used to? Maybe and this annoying sensation, he could feel it on his back. The second sensation was an odd one, warmth he felt, and that one was the one that he wondered about the most. "What," he said softly as he opened his eyes and was greeted by the blinding sun. He put his right hand over his face so he could see, and the first thing he noticed was several cuts on his arm. Like one cut over an old scar, Kjetil looked carefully at his arm. "Is that... yeah, that is blood." Then he looked at his other arm, and it was the same, cuts all over it but small ones. However, the amount meant that something had happened to him last night. "The ship," he said as he tried to remember what had happened the night before. There was laughter and dance, and everyone was in high spirits as they cleared the Peninsula and then... Kjetil remembers feeling a sense of weightlessness and then some odd but terrible sounds that he did not understand what could have caused them. That was it, the rest was fuzzy, and now he is in an unknown place and with who knows who else. He slowly got halfway up into a sitting position and used his left arm to prop himself up. Now Kjetil had a better view of the bench, and what he saw did not help with the situation. Wreckage, bodies, and it just left him wondering what in the gods' name happened last night. They were home free, now they were wrecked on a bench, and who knows who else survived. True Kjetil is made of sterner stuff and can handle wounds that would make others bedridden. The pain he feels is just annoying. Bearable but annoying. But there is still a chance that some others survived. Though from what bodies he could see, they did not look like they would be getting up any time soon, especially that one with no legs. Either way, Kjetil had to try to find someone that was still alive. There is strength and safety in numbers. That and he needs someone to help clean his wounds, bandage them, and see how bad his back is. That is where the annoying sensation is coming from. The last thing he needs is to die of a infection after getting this far in life and surviving what happened to the ship. Such an end is not fitting for a warrior and not one he wishes to die by. So after getting his bearings and getting up. Kjetil walked down the bench, looking for anything to use to bandage his wounds and for any sign that someone was alive. He can't be the only one that survived, he thought. Otherwise, he would be alone in an unknown land with no direction of where to go. Kjetil simply calmly sighed at the thought and continued on his search. There was bound to be something of use to him. Either makeshift bandages, people, or preferably both.</s>
<\|description\|>Marcaunon of Ollmesera Age: 451 Race: High Elf Strengths: Marcaunon is quick on his feet but maintains silence in doing so. His stealthy approach makes of good use to assure that his enemies never catch a glimpse of what's to come when they cross his path, even from a distance. His surroundings of nature are used to his advantage, able to hide and blend to almost any natural aspect to his assist. Though he finds nature admirable, his attention span draws less from its beauty and more from it's purposeful usage to maintain silence and eliminate his foes. Weakness: Arrogance plays a big role in Marcaunon, preferring only to his views and standards as being of correction, making him a very opinionated individual. He also prefers to work alone a majority of times, able to only fend and look out for himself with no distractions or annoyances to be in his way. Though he is very fast, he has rarely partaken in hand to hand combat, making him more or less inexperienced in battles face to face. Due to his background as a scout, he has heavily relied on stealth as a use to take down enemies, but has never attempted to fight in the arts of a fair act one on one. Bio/History: Marcaunon was once a part of the army of Ollmesera, elves who fought with great pride and intellect to gain peace and prosperity throughout the land. Acting as a scout, he was one who always found information and reported back to his men with his discoveries. As times had grown dark, the numbers of the elvish army were descending. Rather than being one who remains loyal, Marcaunon abandoned what was left of the band of elves and decided to make a turn more beneficial to him. With his skills to rely on, he detoured into becoming more of taker than a giver, utilizing his abilities to become a thief. As the times had passed, Marcaunon became merely selfish in his actions. He cared less of what would happen to the world and cared only of what would happen with him. He relied on his abilities to gain anything he wanted, and if he wanted it, he would get it no matter what the cost. Extras: Though his dagger deems useful to deceptive confrontations, his crossbow works as more of a trustworthy ally, allowing him to strike at distance without being seen.</s> <\|message\|>Marcaunon of Ollmesera As Marcaunon had stepped out of the portal that had seamlessly taken him to the planned destination, he was immediately presented into what had appeared to be a dining room. Accompanying the room was a long table, presumably for dining, along with chairs pushed under formally for neatness. Odd enough was the light trip from the middle of a forest to a questionable meeting of mystery and strangeness, but Marcaunon handle it best by simply allowing himself to process the situation carefully while staying alert. As the fox that had greeted him earlier came in after, the portal closing behind, a mannerly voice had greeted the elf. "Hello kind sir. Please take a seat, we will get this meeting under way." Though he had seemed formal and polite, Marcaunon spoke no words as he did what was kindly told of him. Such things as nice gestures weren't of importance as things still remained a mystery for now, but hopefully soon will the answers be revealed of what brings such an occasion of strangers to meet. As he promptly found a seat, he witnessed that he was not the only creature to be brought up into this mysterious event. In the room before him was the likes of a devilish looking creature, familiarized with the sights of red skin and horns. Unusual it was for the elf, but the situation started becoming more strange as another elf had made an appearance through a portal, one wing on her back. One more person had made their way into the dining room, this one being a humanly looking woman of a very timid personality as she made her presence known by simply saying hello in a stuttering tone, taking a seat afterwards. Marcaunon was becoming suspicious as to what the purpose was of brining not only him, but the people that had now surrounded him as well. What is the purpose of all of this? Stating that there is more beings to arrive, the man that had brought them here made his name known as Claudius Ravenwood. Simply suggesting that everyone was to greet each other and try to know one another, Marcaunon did the opposite and kept to himself. He had no interest in knowing anyone else in the room, nor did he care to hear of what they had to say. Instead, he kept his eye closely on Claudius, wondering as to what his intentions were. Soon after, a shadowed figure of a man made his way into the room, using what looked to be a bottle of wine as he poured its liquid content into the glass next to Claudius. With superiority, Claudius stated that this figure named Adam would give any sort of food or drink if asked as the dark smoking figure began making his way around the table. Once he was done with the red skinned creature, the figure made his way towards Marcaunon, awaiting to what request would be made, though the elf wasn't in need of anything offered to him. "No, thank you," spoke the elf with a tone of condescension, "I'd rather keep myself attentive than drown myself in beverages that devolve me to intoxication." Declining the offer, Marcaunon rested his elbows onto the table in a position of careful thought, focusing on Claudius carefully.</s> <\|message\|>Zephyra (zeff - ear - uh) Southworth Going through the portal was a bit uncomfortable truth be told. It was kind of like going through a tunnel, dark, cramped, and she had no real idea what was waiting for her on the other side. Thankfully the trip took only moments and soon Zephyra was stepping out into what looked to be the dining room of a mansion. Looks like she was getting called by not only someone powerful but rich as well. Of course, Zephyra didn't get to focus on that for too long as she noticed both a man (human it seemed?) standing in front of the portal looking slightly flustered and the arrow she shot right behind him stuck into the wall. Oh geez, she had almost hit someone. Despite the fact she probably almost hurt or killed him though, the main seemed very...chipper. Cheerfully introducing himself as Claudius and asking for her name since he was terrible with them. "Zephyra Southworth." She replied tentatively. Zephrya had worked with eccentric magic users before and this guy seemed like he would be one of those. And if she learned anything from the others, its that she could never really be sure what to expect from them. After the greetings, Claudius asked her to take a seat and looked to see who all was there already, surprised at the ensemble. There was...Zephrya wasn't sure exactly, she had never seen any of his kind before. He resembled a demon in a lot of ways but he wasn't a demon either. Well, learning about him was going to be interesting. There was an elf here (of the non-flying variety), who seemed to be keeping to himself, and a timid girl that looked to be human. An interesting ensemble that made whatever job they were being recruited for seem very interesting indeed. After Zephyra took her seat, some sort of shadow opened a door and walked out. It was humanoid in shape and seemed physical if just a tad bit unnerving. Claudius told them that it could give them whatever food and drink they so desired, which the red not demon boy set out to test with his asking of bloodwine, and seemed disappointed that he got what he wished. The other elf got water, mentioning that he didn't want to become intoxicated, before going back to stare at Claudius intently. Zephyra followed suit (with a slight apology for this must have been some complicated magic here) and asked for water as well, as being drunk did not make for good flying conditions, of course, if Claudius couldn't deliver on being able to grant her the gift of flight again, then it would have been for naught.</s> <\|message\|>Claudius Ravenwood "The Investor" Claudius Claudius chuckled lightly as he watched the Rakshasa take a drink of the wine he had ordered from Adam. " I do not lie young one. However, if you wish to change your choice of beverage I would allow it. Now that you have finished testing my range of beverage gathering" The words were flowing smoothly from Claudius' mouth, however his word choice was almost odd, as if the man had never interacted with a group like this before, and to be honest, he hadn't. The man's eyes watched each guest order their drink, or not order anything at all. Claudius gazed closely, surveying the reactions of each member closely. Joy ran through through him as he imagined what each would order to eat. "Mister Elf I can assure you I am not here to poison, betray, or trick you. And Adam would get you even something as simple as berry juice or water." Claudius said with a smile, a slight annoyance in his tone. He had never heard of such behavior, and he didn't like this elf's attitude. The man watched the winged elf order water and the girl sitting to Claudius' left order strawberry juice. Both choices made Claudius confused, but he didn't mention it to the group. The man shifted in chair slightly as he got ready to announce why he had brought this group together. He would have a quick one on one chat with the members after dinner and really see where everyone stands on the idea, if they didn't express themselves at the table. "Now then, let us talk business before we eat." Claudius said as he stood from his chair. His posture changing into something of a more serious aspect as the foxes that had been sitting in the doorway rise and run to sit straight up and in a straight line behind Claudius' chair. " The demons, the monsters, the creatures, whatever your people have called them. They will attack again. I have devised a system and selected you to defend this land, and your own against them." Claudius finished, surveying the room again, this time waiting on the reactions of the table. "Some of you have greatness to offer this group, and others need a hand to find their greatness, but I believe I have arranged the best group to close that gap in the sky." The man seemed to relax, taking his seat once again and taking a sip of his wine. He didn't know hat to expect from people. He hadn't gauged enough reactions from enough beings to truly understand if his group would even want to engage the creatures that plagued their world. But he did believe that they possessed the right skills to close the gap. @DivineIntervention93@Invader Len</s>	<\|message\|>Marcaunon of Ollmesera Once Marcaunon had declined the offer of a beverage, it had seemed to show an indication of disrespect towards Claudius, stating with irritation that anything that no form of trickery was to be had, and anything he could ask for that was drinkable could be requested without complications. Instead of replying back to him, Marcaunon kept quietly to himself, refusing to say or request politely for anything. Once everyone had settled in with their beverages had, Claudius rose from his seat as he began speaking of the reason as to why Marcaunon and the other creatures were brought together on such occasion. With the elf paying close attention and his hearing fully focused, Claudius spoke of the various monsters that has been plaguing the sky and descending down onto the land, known to be happening a for only a few years now, yet Claudius mentioned that they will indeed begin to terrorize once more. As he continued listening, Marcaunon hears that the purpose of their arrival was to band together and help protect and defend the land from anymore incoming evil beings, Claudius stating that with their skills and abilities that together they will work as an alliance to end the terrorization of monsters destroying the populace of many races. Once the man had finished his statement, Marcaunon seemed confused. The biggest question that was running throughout the elf's mind was to how did this man know of him? What purpose would he want of him and the others specifically to endure such a task, and is there something in it for them? Questions clouded Marcaunon's thoughts, yet him being convinced that this would offer something of value to him was the opposite. "So if I can understand you properly," began Marcaunon, "You want to link us all together and use our supposed skills to inherit a task that many other beings have been carrying out for quite a while now, correct?" The elf laughed to himself, thinking that the idea was of nothing more than a ridiculous manner, feeling that there is more than meets the eye with this purpose. Clenching his hands together on the table in front of him, he kept quietly giggling to himself, merely finding the situation humorous yet ridiculous as well.</s>
<\|description\|>"Old" Otto ABSTRACT: Structural Integrity Specialist...and hermit. DETAIL: Hard to say for this one; he's an odd-duck. One could safely assume Otto is well past his mid-life crisis stage, and somewhere between sixty and seventy-five inches in height. Never in much of a hurry, he climbs into the cable trolley (in his typical hunched-over fashion) and ascends to the newest construction zone. Otto is responsible for analyzing the Periphery City Wall Into The Sky (W.I.T.S., as the project manual suggests). It is the ideal profession for a fellow who needn't be bothered by a foreman. Only a laser-emitting wand and a hard drive is needed on the job, and once Otto finishes each zone, he simply uploads the data to Her Majesty's government data base and disappears into the city. Because of his reclusive and tired demeanor, laborers and security personnel refer to him as "Old Otto" or "Old Hunch." Presently, there is no record of Otto's origin, work or family history. Always wearing a dark-brown hooded robe and a safety harness, he can be easy to miss in passing. MAGICAL INVENTORY: Sewn into the inside of his garment, near the left torso, are two pieces of hide leather. The leather has a very old and untreated look and feel. Circular symbols with unique patterns within are branded to the leather pieces. Otto has been careful not to let these items be seen by another soul, ever. His robe seems to fit him as if it's part of him... TYPICAL INVENTORY: When Otto is spotted, he carries the black nylon satchel he was issued by the government. Along with his required tools, Otto packs a heavy duty water bottle, a harness with lanyard, matches and his wooden pipe.</s> <\|message\|>Katrina Meyer Katrina Meyer Smiling tightly to the blonde gentleman (every muscle in her was clenching, like they were bracing for impact- they still haven't messaged back. Why would they leave it so long?- which made it hard to smile properly), Kat kneeled down and tied her end of the cable to the motor, setting it on the floor. She kneeled down and kept her hand on the motor, steadying it, as they began to move. She breathed a sigh of relief- the wire unwound smoothly from the reel with little resistance, and the motor seemed to be heavy enough to pull out the wire with its own inertia without sliding. Kat stayed quiet on the move down; she felt a little rude doing so, but the truth was her mind was whirling, trying to analyse the possible things that could have happened to her siblings from every angle, which ones were more likely and less likely, how she would be able to help them. And yet, as she did this she felt her head thudding against her ribcage, and the quiet voice in the back of her head got louder and louder. Every heartbeat without a response means it's more likely they're not saying anything because they've been hurt. Or worse. Still, she looked around the trolley as they juddered down (Kat was reasonably confident the trolley would hold up, so the rickety setup was no cause for worry), and if anyone caught her eye she tried to offer a comforting smile in their direction. BAM! It took a couple of seconds for the Grit to register to Kat, so lost was she in her own thoughts. And, for a few seconds, looking around the trolley at the grotesque, inexplicable monsters was almost a relief. There's no way this can be happening. I must be dreaming. She found herself looking in to the eyes of a bizarre fanged Grit with every viable surface ending in some kind of point- a claw, an antler, a spike, as it crawled towards her. The threat to her life this represented seemed vague and fuzzy, like she was watching a LiveIt™ move on her tech-specs. Must be so awkward, being all spikes? You'd destroy the upholstery of any car. Also you'd be so unpopular in a cramped club. The creature stopped, paused to look at the wire linking her motor and the other side of the wall, and yanked. It's strength was incredible- the motor flipped up and shot out the side of the trolley, punching a hole through one of the windows. Kat, more by instinct than any conscious decision, had moved her hands out the way as soon as the monster had reached down, but still had to duck out the way as the motor went flying past her head. Fortunately, she had anticipating something like this may have happened were the wire to run out, and so she had ensured no-one else was in harm's way when setting the motor down. Turning back, she looked back to beyond the wall, covered in Grit of so many different shapes, sizes, colours and forms it reminded her of a densely wired circuit board. It was almost entrancing, to watch them move about. Well, I guess no-one on the other side is going to be dragging this thing back anyway. She thought, absently. Suddenly, a hard grip on her left arm bought her back to reality. Sounds, smells and the shaking of the trolley which had previously felt so far away suddenly came into sharp focus. Turning, she saw Vincent, looking her in the eyes cooly. He's dealing with this much better than me. "C'mon." Before she even had a chance to nod in agreement, or protest, she was being dragged along as Vincent dashed towards an unopened door just off the landing. Reaching it, he attempted to open it- and it swung open immediately, revealing a pitch- black interior. Her tech-specs had night vision, but she didn't want to drain the battery any more than she was already doing whilst tracking the location of her siblings. Taking them off and putting them in a jacket pocket, she clasped her palms together, lifting her hands to her lips as if in prayer. Theo, Katrin, Jakob… I'll get through this, and then I'll come find you. Please wait for me. Please don't be dead. Releasing her hands, the sigil of light on her right hand began to glow. It didn't produce much light from a distance, but it was enough to dimly illuminate the features of the room in front of them. Holding it out in front of herself and Vincent, Kat quickly looked over her shoulder at the others as she ran inside. "This way!"</s> <\|message\|>Maria Loronha (note: the "nh" bit is pronounced like "ny.") The ride down in the trolley was slow and silent, save for the grinding of the trolley against the wire it rode on. Maria sat against a wall, the puffiness of her jacket making it very comfortable, which was why she had brought it. Seeing how strung-out the skinny man next to her was, she unzipped a pocket and removed a small, pink hard candy, with translucent pink wrapping paper. "Candy? It's homemade. Passion fruit flavor!" She said to him with a smile. Whether he took it or not, Maria settled down in her corner. Her jacket felt like a blanket being wrapped around her, and she gradually dropped off into a light doze. BAM! Maria shrieked as her eyes flew wide open. For a moment, she wasn't really able to process what she was seeing; then the fact that she was staring at a huge, bestial monster, at a Grit, a Grit who was staring back at her, hit home. Instinctively, she whipped out her notepad and pencil, and wrote down what she liked to call her "Air Mine" sigil, which was three wavy lines surrounded by a circle. She thrust the sigil into the face of the Grit on the ceiling, causing the sigil to emit a blast of air directly into its face. Whatever the results, Maria took whatever time she had to shout "Run!" and sprint as fast as she could after Kat and Vincent. "Wait for me, guys!" A faint crackling could be heard as she ran from the elevator, though it quickly faded from hearing.</s> <\|message\|>"Old" Otto "Well. Sure. Isn't this just peachy.." Otto let his legs give out when the trolley was bombarded by the beasts. Scratching, clawing--these things ripped metal as easy as paper. Lying on the trolley floor, he crawled with haste to his sledge hammer, which was propped in the corner. As he grasped the hammer in his left hand, his right buried into his robes and felt for one of his leather patches. It had been years--decades--since Otto used his trusty sigils. The leather patch closest to his armpit felt like a spiral was branded within a perfect circle. "Oh no. No, not that one." Immediately below the first, the second patch was similarly branded. Instead of a perfect circle, it more closely resembled a two-dimensional egg. Branded within the egg-shape, a small paw print. Otto covered the old leather with his hand and sat up in a crouched position, back facing the landing door. POP Salt and dust slammed into the side of the trolley, leaving behind white smoke approximately the size of an adult male. Otto sailed through the air and slammed into the landing's door frame (not at all gracefully). He looked in all directions, and made eye contact with the others who made it into the dark doorway. "Still works!"</s> <\|message\|>Florence Groban Flor had helped himself to his feet after flying into the trolley. He didn't sctivate his sigil this time and bruised his back as he slammed it into the metal grating. Fortunately the other two were fine. The trolley began to creak and whine as it made it's way lower, that is until the operator got a little greedy and let to much of the brake out. The short fall stopped his heart for a moment. He was used to the fall himself, but his mind instantly went to the sight of everyone in the car crushed flat from a fall at that height. Fortunately they got the trolley back under control and stopped at a hopeful infirmary. BAM The Grit had already made it up the wall and were attacking their trolley. Flor was more concerned with the one on top of the trolley that had peeled it open. He had his pipe, but he wasn't sure how to go about attacking the monster. He couldn't swing to wildly with the others so close, and a weak attack would just get him hurt. Fortunately the others acted quicker, blowing the thing back for a moment and blasting a powder bomb in the trolley. Flor rapidly followed the old man into the room a little more gracefully, until he saw the old man in the doorway and flung his momentum in another direction to avoid him. He may have been able to catch himself, but then a woman was in his way. He shifted himself just enough again to avoid her and fall flat on the floor. Regaining his control, he got up again. "I'm fine! What are we doing now?"</s> <\|message\|>Vincent David DeMoore Vincent slipped in after a few people entered the dark room. He kept the door open a crack and stayed near it to glance outside on occasion. He was quite curious to see what the Grit would do. As scary as a force as they were, he was interested in why they hadn't attacked until now. Perhaps they knew this incident was going to happen. What if this was a plot to destroy the city. He was all for hitting the reset button, but he wanted to know about the aftermath. Secretly, he hoped that they didn't do anything with the soulstones, so he could gather as many as he could. He was already establishing a list of objectives: gather soulstones, invade Father's library and study Rune Magic, experiment. No one here entered the teen's plans, but he did prefer if they survived. He exhaled as he suddenly realized that he nearly died today, and with the Grit roaming the streets his survival over the next few days would be questionable. He had to take advantage of the people here in order to make it through to the next day. He closed the door and slid down the wall into a seated position. He could barely see in the dim light of Kat's sigil. He would have to inspect that sigil in order to learn it. "Anyone hurt?" Vincent called out to the people in the room.</s> <\|message\|>The Queen, or Queenie, or Orchid Unquiet if you'd like to be precise While Maria's sigil took shape, the Grit stuffed its head down into the trolley, snuffling and hissing, ropes of ooze dripping from its fangs. Moth had apparently lost it, because the young auditor stuck his hand out toward the creature's nose as if to pet it -- as if this grotesque, scaled, spiked thing were no more dangerous than a puppy. The Grit's nostrils flared, and it snuffled at his hand expectantly -- but when he had nothing to offer, it shoved Moth aside and lunged at Florence. The surprised Grit yelped and yanked out of the trolley, shaking its head and coughing. A split-second later it took out its rage on Ethan, the only human on the trolley roof. The Grit tackled him in a flash of scales and claws and teeth, but it snapped its jaws on empty air. Ethan had, of course, used a sigil to jump himself to safety. "ARE YOU HURT?" A robotic voice beeped from a corner of the dark room. Kat's sigil dimly illuminated the dusty white floors, empty white walls, stacked padded chairs, and plastic-wrapped machines of an unfinished infirmary. Covered hospital beds were lined against the wall to the left, and curtain rollers had been installed without curtains. Directly across from the door was a set of double-doors labeled "SURGERY", a smaller door labeled "STAIRS", another labeled "TOILET", and the last: "ROOMS 8F1 - 8F4". The wall to the right had been stuffed with shelves of boxes and hospital supplies. There was also a big, metallic blue robot with flashing eyes. "DO YOU HAVE AN APPOINTMENT?" the robot announced eagerly. It creaked as it stepped out of its corner and whirred toward the gathered group. "ALL THE MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS ARE CURRENTLY BUSY. IS THIS AN EMERGENCY?" BANG BANG SCRATCH The door to the outside rattled as the Grit pushed and scraped at it, determined to get at the prize that had got away. Somewhere in the distance outside, a long low howl rang out. The Grit abandoned the door, its attention attracted elsewhere. All seemed quiet.</s>	<\|message\|>"Old" Otto "Uhhg." Otto let out a groan, followed by a pair of wheezing breaths. The startling presence of the medical robot had made his stomach twist into a knot, but realizing the lack of danger he quickly relaxed. His back, neck, elbows, forearms and hands burned in agonizing pain; the kind of pain he couldn't easily put away in his mind. Unbeknownst to him, his hood had fallen from his head revealing a bald, reddened scalp. His wrinkled face showed little expression and his eyes (mostly black, bordered with gray) showed little soul. After replacing the hood and pulling on his gloves snugly, Otto released his iron-grip on the sledgehammer and crawled into one of the hospital beds, letting both arms hang loosely from the sides. "We're in bad shape, people."</s>
<\|description\|>Mi Kiyoshi Age: 16 Gender: Female Class: 1-A Personality: Mi is shy, to say the very least. She doesn't quite know how to start a conversation, and if she managed to get into a conversation she didn't quite know how to keep the conservation up. In conversations she would look to the sides, avoiding eye contact. However Mi does have a large amount of patience, so she can tolerate most people being rude. Mi also loves to help people. She will help someone if they are hurt if she can. She cares more about other people than about herself. She admires strong people, though she doesn't really show it. She tends to stray away from human interactions. Background: Mi grew up an only child with a single parent. Her father had died while Mi was young and so Mii's mother raised her alone. Mi's mother was a doctor, and so she was gone most of the time and when she was, she would be studying medical procedures and so Mi was taught quite a few medical skills by her mom. Mi enjoyed learning about medicine. She would ask her mom to teach her more and more in exchange for Mi doing the housework. As Mi got older, school became sort of awkward for her. She was small for her age and so most of the girls in her class treated her like a little doll. They would mess with her hair. Mi's shy demeanor didn't really help stop the treatment from the other girl's though she didn't really mind it Skills: Mii is skilled with medicine and has a large amount of medical knowledge. She's pretty good at at cooking and cleaning and is quite a fast runner, though she sucks at fighting Weapons: N/A Relationships/Friendships: N/A Other: "They Ate Shoske"</s> <\|message\|>Megumi Hazekage Megumi rubbed her arm awkwardly and simply stated at Aki. "Look, I hate to be concerned and all, but you dont have to be guilty... Whatever..." She sighed and shook her head. "Why would you even go back to the school anyways? We're already safe... Only an idiot would head back into the danger zone." The young girl mumbled, her hand trailing up to her head so she could rub her neck. "Mm... I mean I could watch over her, if you were to ever actually go that is." She glanced down at the dog and huffed before wandering over to the couch and slumping down on it. "I don't hug and do all of that stuff, I'm a bitch after all. A rich one at that." The red-head crossed her legs and leaned on the arm of the couch, her gaze resting on Noa and her interactions with the toys. It made her jealous with how she spent her youth, yet also pitied how it may soon end. Noa seemed to be oblivious in a way, her young ignorance feigning the imminent destruction of the world. "I'm going soft..." She hissed.</s> <\|message\|>Aki Okumura "You are right, I don't have to be guilty. I could go about my business and blame him for it. Yet it's because I have a soul that I do feel guilty. The way I see it, is I could have saved them and I failed. You can say I'm not at fault all you want, but I will always feel I am." Aki replied with while he listened to her response to his question. "Thats why it's a theory. I know it's stupid maybe another day when the school is less polluted by those monsters. Besides why would I ever leave my sister alone with you. She will learn so many vulgar words, that she will lose all that sweetness. I'll be in my room, feel free to pester if you want." Aki said quoting the pester part as he walked to his room closing the door behind him. Noa held the dog and looked up at Megumi and puffed out her cheeks while the dog ruffed at Megumi. "Not uh fibber. You are a nice lady. If you were a mean lady you wouldn't be so nice to Ki-ki!" Moa said with her nickname for Aki apparently being Ki-ki. So when Megumi stated herself being soft, Noa tilted her head and poked her. "Isn't it normal to be soft? It'd be weird to be hard, almost like you were made of stone. Besides she likes you." Noa said pointing at the puppy laying against Megumi. "And I like you too. And I'm sure despite how he acts, Ki-ki likes you too." Noa then flashed her a big grin while the puppy would then fart. "Ewwww, stinky puppy! Bad!"</s> <\|message\|>Megumi Hazekage "You can't be sweet forever in a ruined world, can you...?" Megumi shrugged her shoulders and glanced at Noa whom held the little hound in her arms. The young pre-teen went on and on about how the redhead wasn't mean and how they all liked her, which only made the girl chuckle and shake her head. "Do you really think so? I'm not normally a likeable person, little one. I'm supposed to be a stern character, one that doesn't forgive nor apologize for my actions... And now I'm like a mother deer. Frail yet attempting to be protective over her young." She leaned back on the couch, the leather upholstery letting out a long sigh as her position adjusted. The little canine released its gas into the air, making both girls grow disgusted. Megumi waved her hand in front of her face and immediately moved from the couch to leave the scene that happened in the living room. "Would it be wise, to pester your elder brother? I have nothing to pester him with anyways, other then telling him the dog probably crapped itself." She leaned against the wall and placed her sleeve over her nose to vent out all of the stench until it actually went away. "What does the dog have to say about that?"</s> <\|message\|>Aki Okumura The dog ruffed at her and shimmeyed off the couch as it did a jog, for a puppy anyway at Megumi. Looking up at her with its tongue outside its mouth. "I'm not sure, maybe its her way of saying, I like messing with you girls?" Noa would then stand up and knocked on Aki's desk. "Ki-ki, Megumi wanted to pester you about the dog crapping itself." Noa said through the door while inside the room you could hear Aki say. "Its how she says she loves you. Megumi its normal, you do it I do it. Those zombies probably do it." He didn't leave his room to answer but he did answer. Which made Noa shrug her shoulders. "Oh she also said she was like a mother deer." Noa said with bright eyes, this made Aki come out of his room laughing quite hysterically as he looked at Megumi. "You a mother deer? Oh that's a good one. Thats like me being a pro boxer." Aki said his laughter dying down while the puppy would then sneeze and look at the three before sitting back on the couch. "Well I would say lets tell stories about what we did before the whole crap happened, but I feel like I know what Megumi did, and Noa you are not old enough to hear that conversation." Aki said about to head to his room when Noa kicked him. "I'm old enough I'm thirteen years old. I'm a big girl!" Noa said puffing her cheeks out as she stomped off to her room. "And now I'm on a little girls frowny list. Oh well." Aki said going back into his room as he laid down on his bed opening up his manga again.</s> <\|message\|>Megumi Hazekage Megumi rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, letting out a small grunt of annoyance as he laughed. "Whatever. But my story isn't bad at all actually, Noa might be interested. But whatever floats your boat, weaboo." She sauntered back over to the couch and laid down on it, her face making contact with the back of the dog, using the little canine as a live pillow, which made Megumi relax considerably. "There's no bukkake or anything obscene involved, I promise. In actuality, it's rather boring and most of it is filled with training." She got off of the dog and stretched. "It's pretty calm here... I wonder how long it will last until something bad happens?" The young girl crossed her legs and rubbed her chin. It had actually been quite awhile since something dangerous happened, and it felt rather odd in a way, to be out of danger for more than a few moments. Peace and quiet already grew into a foreign feeling to her, and Megumi was simply sitting and waiting for the moment it would go to shit. "Maybe tomorrow morning... Maybe..." Megumi felt a little paranoid, but shook her thoughts off so she could slip into a more lax mood. "What time is it?" She was, of course, talking to herself.</s> <\|message\|>Aki Okumura Poking his head outside his room he sighed. "You see, she doesn't need to know what bukkake means, and...." Aki walked outside his room and looked around the living room and saw no one but the puppy who was squirming after being used as a pillow. "And I think the time is we are both going crazy, cause you are talking to no one." Aki said chuckling as he sat down on the couch with his Manga open. "Or did you talk to the little flubber ball here?" Aki said as he flipped through the pages. "So what was your past like, the whole training thing? You can probably guess mine." Aki would look up at her while puppy would start chasing her tail on the couch before rolling on her back while huffing and puffing. She would then sit up wagging her tail as she stared at Megumi too. "You got her attention too, and its hard to keep it so you best talk while you can."</s> <\|message\|>Kurisa Shuiji people's following meh! <.< >.> Kurisa continued to fight some of them off when he heard Utaho shout, this cause him to look down the hall at all of them now approaching "Shit! they are attracted to sound...that little fucker was actually right" Kurisa slammed his right foot into one of their chests causing it to fall back into others like it. So they react to sound? That means despite seeing us they couldn't? Fucks sake...Well maybe we can use this to save our asses.... Kurisa continued to run onwards as he then smashed the Wrench in his right hand into the side of another one of their heads. As they were about to reach the corner one of the other people following called out about some of them being around the corner. "Got it..." Kurisa reached the corner then stopped as one of them stepped out from around the corner, Kurisa quickly reacted by slamming the hammer in his left hand into it's head. The hammer remained stuck within it's head which was a problem until got an idea that would bide them a little time...even if only a few seconds, it could make the difference between life and death. Kurisa yanked it (giggity) over towards the other of it's own kind that were approaching down the hall and slammed his right foot into it's chest causing the hammer to rip out of it's head as it fell back into the other of it's kind, this caused them to all fall to the ground which stopped them coming from one way right now...but now to fight their way downstairs to the first floor! They were getting the fuck out of here! Kurisa began to make his way down the stairs, hitting a few of them on the way down...as he got a bit further down the stairs he saw the floor below which seemed emptier than the floor they were just on...clearly them breaking out of that class caused one hell of a noise because it seemed they had all made their way there...it was a good and bad thing...but may just have gave them the break they needed Weapon: Wrench, Hammer Hits used: 3, 3 Hits left: 6, 9 Throwable: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Kenny Kenny ran down the steps to the second floor and stopped for a second to catch his breath as he was panting from all the running he had done. His face sweaty beneath the mask and had to take in big gulps of air to catch his breath while scanning the hallways, lucky none were around at the moment. Just one more floor to go, but considered that since he was alone that he had to be more cautious since he had no one to watch his back. Any mistake or hesitation would likely cost his life and couldn't just go rushing around like he had been doing. Waiting till his body had calmed down before moving to the next set of stairs to the first floor to see a group of zombies making their way slowly up the steps. Arms reaching forward as they fought to get over each other to get at him, though they were still only halfway up, too thick for him to run through. He looked around, thinking he could try and go to the other pair of steps but felt he had stayed in this school longer than he should of. It was then that an idea came to mind and ran over to a nearby trashcan which was mostly full and dragged it to the stairs before turning it to his side.You fuckers ready for a strike?He thought to himself, needing a good laugh before giving the can a push and watched it roll down the steps to smack into the foremost of the monsters and like a domino effect they fell over each other. Kenny quickly followed after, stopping short of the first of the growling corpses and glanced over the railings to see the lower set of stairs was open besides a single zombie which had fallen behind the others. Already some of the zombies were getting up, but he wasn't gonna stick around and wait around for them as he gripped the hammer firmly with his right hand. Bending his legs before hopping over the railings and just as the undead lifted his head to look up; met by the hammer smashing into its face and fell onto the steps, cushioning his landing with its body. With a lurch of his arm, pulled the hammer from its forehead and jumped down the last set of stairs with a grunt to see the hallway around him clear at the moment. He scanned the area to spot the cafeteria down the hall and thought taking the side exit would be safer than the main entrance where most of these things would likely be. Hitching up his backpack, started down the hallway, cautious of any stragglers when one suddenly burst out from a nearby bathroom. Nearly on him, about to get at his arm when kenny turned on the spot to slam his foot as hard as he could onto its knee and a faint crack could be heard as the zombie lost its footing and stumbled onto him, causing the two to fall. Kenny moved his arms over his face, claw part of the hammer facing upward shortly before reaching the ground, letting the zombie's face land on the hammer take itself out. Blood spilled down onto the mask as it reeked, causing him to gag even through the mask. Pushing the corpse off with a grunt then got up, wiping some of the blood from his mask to clear the eyeholes.Oh yeah, Kenny on a roll.Doing a quick whoop whoop as he had to admit what he just did was impressive, but that was enough celebrating and spun the hammer in his hand as he ran his way to the cafeteria, thinking that even alone he was faring pretty well. weapons: hammer, papercutter Hits used: 2/0 Hits left: 7/10</s>	<\|message\|>Mi Kiyoshi Mi walked. Unsure where to go. Was anyone she knew still alive. And is so, where would they be. Yukito. Where would he go. Being the nerd her was. Mi thought about it for a moment. And then it came to her. He would probably end up heading towards the tech room. And that would be Mi's new destination.</s>
<\|description\|>Maryvale Blood Age: 21 Gender: Female Species: Presumably human; rumoured dark elf. Backstory: The Dark Knight Maryvale Blood - she is loyal to the King and sworn to obey the Grand Marshal of the kingdom. Living amongst the rabble in a prestigious city which denied her, Maryvale was essentially left to rot in her home city of Dou. Hungry, without a home, and no one to call family, Maryvale was on the verge of death when she was saved by the Grand Marshal of the kingdom. He raised her like a daughter, teaching her the ways of the Dark Knight, and thus Blood reveres him as both a father and a messiah. She is never seen without her armour, and her voice is apparently distorted due to some kind of mechanism within it. She works closely with the Grand Marshal to help him accomplish his goals, and her skill with a sword and magic are rivalled by those in the Grand Marshal's personal guard. However, she is not without her weakness'. A lowly sense of direction and self-sacrificial combat abilities make her easy to confuse and defeat given the chance. Additionally, her knowledge on most things literate are poor, to the point that even her pronunciation of some words being wrong. Outside of combat or the use of using technology, she's practically useless. Notable equipment: * Dark Vibrance, Maryvale's primary blade. It's incredibly durable, though slightly heavy, and works well with channeling dark magic, which Maryvale is quite capable of. When you go up against Dark Knight Blood, this is the weapon you face. * Max Healing potions (x5); Maryvale uses these in extreme emergencies, when she's taken too many hits and is on the brink of losing consciousness or even dying. They are pretty much an instant heal, however drawbacks include the possibility of poisoning, which can go on for days, and paralysis which lasts for a short time. * Dark Knight Armour: as seen in the image below, Maryvale dons a sleek set of armour befitting a Dark Knight. Whilst it's difficult to say what it's made of, one can be certain it's pretty durable, which is essential for Maryvale for without it she would likely die far more quickly. * Journal: Maryvale keeps a journal upon her person at all times which she takes notes about pretty much everything in. Despite her ineptitude for reading and writing, she has many entries, most of which appear to have been drawn out or written in for her by another. Abilities: * Self-healing: Maryvale's signature trait is her self-healing ability. It begins several minutes after she has taken damage, and begins to reconstruct her body via magic. It's limited to physical injuries and poisoning, and makes her unable to regenerate any magic whilst she's healing, and any movement more intense than a walk pauses the process. However, the fact she can regenerate any physical injury given time is what makes her stand out the most. Of course, the more severe the injury, the longer it'll take to heal. A cut 1cm deep and 5cm's wide will generally take about 45 minutes to fully heal whilst walking. * Black Magic: Maryvale also has the ability to use black magic. This black magic is purely dark magic and can be channeled through her blade so to maintain a more accurate "stream", though nothing that resembles enchantments can be used. More often than not this black magic inflicts some kind of physical damage or drains the life force of Maryvale in return for it's tremendous attack power, however this can be used to her advantage. * Sacrificial Magic: another magic limited to the self, sacrificial magic is the magic that revolves around taking something away in return for power. In this case, by using Black Magic spells and attacks, Maryvale's attacks get stronger as more damage is inflicted upon her. She even has an ability, Reverse Sword Strike, in which the damage in which she has taken is applied directly to an enemy.</s> <\|message\|>Connor Fintaul "We head out to find the most powerful blade... Then we raise all hell." Connor replies, swinging his new sword around to get used to it, careful not to hit anyone. He would still keep his old sword, but the red one would serve as a nice backup weapon. He then puts it in an extra sheath (that he magically has) on his back.</s> <\|message\|>Maryvale Blood "That would be... Darkstalker, I think?" The girl ponders to herself, though everyone seems cautious of the red energy his sword left as he swung. "But don't expect it to be easy... That blade is guarded by Death's best friend. There's no way we could take that on!"</s> <\|message\|>Maryvale Blood The girl sighs, conjuring the portal. "Fine." She replies simply, and as they jump through, they find themselves back in town - more specifically a back alley so they aren't spotted, just in case. "And now we're baaaaaack~!" Sings the jester with a maniacal chuckle, though settles himself quickly. "And with this little trinket in tow! Ooh, today is my lucky day!"</s> <\|message\|>Iosef Talabar "To the temple we go then." Iosef places Earthrent in the scabbard of where the night elf blade would have been, and starts walking.</s> <\|message\|>Connor Fintaul "More people." Connor says, not really clarifying what he means at first before exclaiming: "We need more people! We'll gather up an army of mercenaries, travelers, adventurers, vagabonds, warriors and just anyone else, and we go get that sword! Now, we need to fight our way out of the shite storm of bandits out there and go find more people." With that, Connor turned towards the door that led into the main room (which has a shitload of bandits that Connor hired to go in, only for them to start a riot) and swinging the red sword at the largest group.</s> <\|message\|>Maryvale Blood The trip to the temple is rather uneventful, and pretty soon they find themselves at the front entrance, the temple walls towering above just as it always has. "And back at the temple we are~!" Grins the jester with a rather exaggerated yet stupid little dance, as though arriving in itself were some kind of victory. Their small company looks about ready to question how exactly he was going to follow through with this plan of his, but before any of them could speak up, he was gone. With sighs all around, they follow closely behind, though are once again taken aback as Connor swung his sword... It seems the more force used to swing the sword, the more intense the red air-slashes become, for as soon as he takes that first swing, there is a line of dead enemies laying at his feet, sprawled from one end of the room to the other. The group he swung at was decimated in three precise slashes, and it seems the immense destructive power of the sword brought the whole fiasco to a grinding halt.</s> <\|message\|>Iosef Talabar Iosef then started to look for the horse, a bit eager to try and evade his supposedly predicted fate about desert gnolls, or meet said fate.</s> <\|message\|>Connor Fintaul Connor takes a second to look back at his group, before saying: "I like this sword." Then, he turns back around and attacks any remaining bandits.</s> <\|message\|>Maryvale Blood His horse was, thankfully, OK, being in same place he left it. However, the poor beast seems to be rather distressed, as though sensing some unseen presence. "The gnolls... It can sense them..." The girl remarks with a slight gulp. "They're close... I can almost feel them..." (Btw does this girl and the jester have names yet? XD also do they have any notable equipment/abilities?) His swings slice through the bandits like a knife through hot butter, cutting in arcs of red light that cut through almost everything in his path, save for stone (thankfully). The bandits begin a retreat, though with so many trying to escape from the same exit, it's basically like shooting fish in a very narrow barrel. Some of the bandits try to turn around and fight, but pretty soon they find themselves cut in half too...</s> <\|message\|>Iosef Talabar (The Jester is supposed to be some powerful spirit or something of the like, and the girl has no name, since she's just a side character. Add to them as you will.) Iosef walks over to horse, and whispers in its ear a few comforting words, not that it would understand. Still, he hoped the gesture of a good neck rub would calm it down somewhat.</s> <\|message\|>Connor Fintaul Amidst the blood, guts and chaos, one sound is audible: the sound of Connor's childish laugh as he cuts through the bandits, leaving not a trace that they ever existed... Unless you count their blood and entrails as traces that they existed.</s> <\|message\|>Maryvale Blood The neck rub calms the horse down considerably, and, with the addition of the girl tending to his horse too, it becomes stable once more. However, it seems there wasn't much time to get all mushy with their horses, as just over a desert sand dune they could make out what looks to be a massive shadow, though the sounds that were coming from said shadow and the speed in which it was moving made it clear: this was an army. An army of Gnolls. Unicycle Pretty soon, there is nothing but the blood and gore left over from the massacre caused by Connor, the whole floor being a mushy red of blood and human body parts, both inside and out. Not a bandit is left to roam, unless they somehow managed to hide - though with all the slashing it was extremely unlikely. He could hear the girl from his party vomit, and one of the twins looked rather disgusted at the sight, though the orc merely grunted and the other twin comforted his brother. "I suppose we're getting out of here now?" Says the orc, arms folded. "You could've at least let me have one..." (Btw does anyone in your party have any significant equipment/abilities? And do they have names?)</s> <\|message\|>Connor Fintaul (You know how Claw is, doesn't do names... I'm guessing the twins might act as the comic relief while the orc is just a dude who uses brute force [you could try to work in that he's much wiser than regular orcs, considering that, when the fighting broke out, one of the humans in Connor's original party tried to kill him and the orc stayed loyal... Or something] and the elf chick is a mage/healer. Give 'em any names you want. Also, was the word 'stable' in your reply to BytheSpleen's post a pun? It seems like a pun) Connor grins at the orc. "Sorry pal, got a little... Carried away with myself, I suppose. If something like this can deal this much damage, I can only wonder how awesome the power of Darkstalker is..." His grin turns into a wicked smile, before Connor stops smiling altogether. "Come along now." With that, he walks out and holsters his sword, whistling a happy tune.</s> <\|message\|>Maryvale Blood (Alright, I'll try to work in more character to these peeps when the time comes :P At least he made it easy for me to do things like this. Then again, I bet they were intended as side characters) "This dude's nuts..." He can hear one of the twins mutter quietly. "Pipe down, he can probably hear you!" The other twin exclaims in a harsh whisper. "Wait, what? A dead guy can hear me?" His brother asks, looking confused and amused. He points to the lower half of a dead soldier whose testicles had been... decimated by a hammer, it seems. "Bro, I was talkin' about this guys nuts! Look! They've been squished!" "Ugh..." The other brother sighs and starts dragging his twin along. "I hate you." The orc follows quietly behind he and the others, and the elf moves to his side, seemingly a little nervous. "That sword... I don't like the feeling it gives off..."</s> <\|message\|>Connor Fintaul "What? It's a sword, and a sword's a sword... And it's one powerful sword..." Connor stared lustfully at the blood red blade as he said this, twirling it around in his hand and giggling to himself. Yeah... Maybe that sword's not a good influence on our boy Connor here.</s> <\|message\|>Maryvale Blood "A sword isn't just a sword. That goes especially for the legendary weapons!" The elf girl replies with a hint of anger in her voice. "A sword is like a partner - a weapon meant to protect you and those you love! It shouldn't be disregarded so callously as just some other inanimate object!" She looks to be pretty upset about the whole sword thing, for whatever reason. "The Universal Weapon Darkstalker is said to have a soul inside it which communicates with whoever wields it, often times so it can drag them into it's world. You must remain aware of yourself with these types of things!" "A sword's a sword - if it can be used to kill people, then I'll use it. If not, I'll get something else." The orc replies, disregarding her words. "Come on, boss, lets go."</s> <\|message\|>Connor Fintaul Connor, taking the girl's words into account, looks at the red sword and then at his own old blade, scratched, chipped and worn out from a few years or so of stress. He then hands the red sword to the orc, unsheathing his original sword. "You're right. The most powerful blade I have isn't some fancy-ass sword that can cut people into a million pieces, it's this one." Handing the red sword to the orc, Connor says: "Keep it." Once they arrive back at Boras, Connor would once again look at the group and say: "I never got your names... Mind telling me?"</s>	<\|message\|>Maryvale Blood The Orc seems happy with his newfound sword, though it is a little small for his tastes. "This is a powerful toothpick... The stronger you swing it, the more powerful it is. I think this suites me perfectly." When Connor asks his name, the Orc seems to be skeptical, but soon gives a look that says "what the Hell" and replies: "I am Kin'Kro. That is all." "We're Tiz and Riz," the two twins reply simultaneously, bowing, "and it's a pleasure to meet you. The way you can tell us apart is Tiz's hair goes to the left, whereas Riz's goes to the right. Just think 'R' in 'Riz' for 'right'. We came from a small village and are working our butts off to try repay our mother and father, and get super rich!" With the perfect presentation like that, they must've said it so many times it had been memorised... "And I am Moriana Organa Van Sheil, but you may call me 'Sheil'." The elf seems quite proud of her name, as though it should inspire great awe from those who heard it. Though seeing Connor's less-than-awestruck reaction, she continues: "What? Haven't you heard of me or my family?"</s>
<\|description\|>Ming Shufen The Endless Conversation She's just happy to be there.</s> <\|message\|>Ming Shufen There was little else to do but sit down and listen. Ming did so, keeping her back straight and her hands in her lap like she did when the priests gave her lessons. She listened attentively. When asked to answer, Ming twisted her mouth as she peered up in thought. "Well...umm..." She pushed her hair out from in front of her eye. "I was hoping to have fun in the tournament, but if someone is going to try and ruin it, I'll help stop them. You seem nice, too, so you getting killed would be mean." She looked at her friends. "Should we help?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyra al-Xemestra ~ ❀ ❀ ~ ______________________________________________________________________________________ N a t s u m i ~~~~~~~~ _________ E n c h a n t i n g G e i s h a ------------------- ----------- ___________ ______ ______________________________________________________________________________________Sat with legs crossed, looking about the lavish room more than espousing Elf, Natsumi wondered to himself. Most of this information they had known before they hopped on the boat, more still had come quite soon after. The deaths of former contestants, however, did perk his ear. So to speak. He turned his attention to nobody, staring intently at a fixture on the wall as if it were a figure in his mind, and said, "Doesn't the plot twist sound like the Wu's were behind the killings all along?" He turned, then, to the rest of the group sat comfily about in this miniature palace. "I think that if we want to save our own hide, we don't have much of a choice but to help along. I mean, if we want to win, then that puts us in considerable danger." He sighed to himself, "If only them and I could just have a little chat. I'm sure then they could see that working for us would be a much better use of their time than loathing after a little pally."</s> <\|message\|>Maiko, the Freed Slave Marthysan the Righteous --- "You are welcome to try," Marthysan replied with a chuckle. "I certainly would not mind a reprieve from looking over my shoulder. But I doubt that we would see any long-term changes, even in the best of scenarios." The paladin gave a yawn and stood to his feet, adjusting his tunic. "The night has been long, and there is much to do tomorrow for all of us. You will have to sign into the tournament, and will likely have your first match. Plus, there are the other challenges that you are welcome to attempt." Marthysan looked around at the group that had gathered before him and offered a warm smile. "So, do you accept my offer? If yes, we should retire, but you aren't forced to. If not, I suppose you would like to take this time to find your room from the front desk. Just know that I offer this information freely with no other agenda than I have stated. I swear upon the honor of the Light of the Sword, the Inheritor: Iomedae."</s> <\|message\|>Hanani --- --- The silence that stretched over the group caused Hanani to frown, he was mildly surprised that none of the usually bubbly ones jumped on the chance of a free room and more 'glory'. Letting out a sigh, the Magus brought his hand up and pinched the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache, maybe he did, who knew but him? "I think it's a rather easy choice," he finally said, his tone bored, "We get to pick your brain about the tournaments and get access to a really nice room and all we have to do is keep you alive and fight a bunch of crazies to prove we are better than everyone else here..." He shrugged his shoulders as if the choice was obvious, which it was to him. Who would possibly pass up the opportunity to sleep in such a nice room and get all the information possible about past tournaments that he may know about. Plus, if they had an enemy in plain sight, it would be good to get as much information about them as possible so they could dispatch them quickly. Elven Magus Shadowdancer HP: 113/113 AC: 21 Initiative: +7 Hero Points: 2 Arcane Pool: 9/9 Duration of Spell(s) Left: Prepped Spells: Cantrips - Vicious Mockery - 2 Mage Hand - 2 Open/Close - 1 Light - 1 First Level - Shocking Grasp - 2 Shield - 1 Burning Hands - 2 Corrosive Touch - 1 Second Level - Scorching Ray x2 - 1 Visualization of the body - 1 Aristocratic Nightmare - 1 Fiery Brand - 2 Third Level - Air Geyser - 1 Force Hook - 1</s> <\|message\|>Maiko, the Freed Slave --- Ruby Phoenix Tournament - Day One --- The night passes without incident as the party finds themselves drawn to sleep in some of the most comfortable beds they had ever felt. The morning soon breaks, and it seems as if all of New Harbor wakes before dawn. Even as the dull orange sun creeps slowly over the eastern horizon, the fishermen have already crowded into their boats. They move swiftly, like blackened silhouettes dancing against dawn's watercolor pallet, eerily silent except for the shuffling of ropes and oars, and the caws of their trained cormorants. Marthysan greets the party when they rise, already awake and brewing his morning tea, and tells them they need to get going so they won't be late for the opening exhibition. Finding their way to the Grand Pavilion poses no challenge, who find a steady stream of boats carrying contestants and observers who can afford passage across the bay to the seaside arena, while droves of locals follow the coastal path to the pavilion. The Grand Pavilion and surrounding fairgrounds lie deep within the cove, and feature a massive and elaborate combat arena specifically constructed for the tournament. Scores of colorful tents cram the grounds spreading from the wood almost to the water. A line of spectators stretches from the Grand Pavilion, waiting to enter the arena. Contestants are given priority, and red- and orange-clad monks usher the eclectic collection of warriors and battlemages into the arena to stand before the Emissary. Before they are allowed to enter the Grand Pavilion, however, the party must sign an entrance contract before an Abadaran cleric. On the contract, the PCs must write their team name, and the name of each member of the team. They must also each sign their names to the contests' five simple rules, which are: • The commands of the Emissary and his agents are to be obeyed at all times, and the Emissary's word is final. None shall take violent action against the Emissary or his agents. • No contestant may leave Xielan Island until the conclusion of the tournament for any reason. • Once a round has begun, no contestant may receive any aid, be it magical or mundane, from anyone not participating in the round as a contestant. • Should any contestant yield to a foe and forfeit the battle, failure of other contestants to honor that forfeit will result in immediate disqualification. • No contestant shall loot the body of a fallen foe. • All contestants agree that there shall be no ties; only one team may be named the champions. Once each member signs the entry contract (which is mandatory for participation), monks escort them to the fight stage, where they find many other contestants already assembled, each waiting patiently, and watching performer acrobats entertain the growing crowd as the audience files into the grandstands. In the grandstands, a tenuous hush falls upon the immense and eager crowd. Moments later, the curtains part, revealing the Emissary flanked by the oni Kiang Zhen and the previous Ruby Phoenix Champion, the half-elf paladin Marthysan the Righteous. Behind the Emissary, like motionless statues, stand no less than a dozen qinggong monks—his mystic disciples and bodyguards. As all watch rapt, the Emissary rises and addresses the crowd. "I am Sifu Xho Nuo—Emissary of the Ruby Phoenix Tournament and guardian of the legacy of Hao Jin, the once immortal sorceress in whose name you are gathered here to battle. To honor the Grandmaster's legacy, I stand before you to carry out her final will: the thirty-first decennial Ruby Phoenix Tournament. Without further delay, we begin our first round of the contest. May the worthiest win!" Upon his final words, the crowd erupts into clamorous applause, and the contestants scatter for their respective seats or positions throughout the pavilion. The PCs are escorted by a group of silent usher monks and directed to the center of the fight stage to face their first opponents, the most skilled martial artists of the famed Monastery of the Enduring Spirit in Quain. The party is given a minute to prepare for the combat, at which point the gates will open and the contest shall begin.</s>	<\|message\|>Ming Shufen It was decided. Outside of the bouts of the tournament itself, they had a new mission. Ming was so excited that she thought she would have trouble sleeping. As soon as she was out of her armour and on the futon, however, she felt all her energy get sucked away into the soft surface. She did not realise the sensation until the sunlight peeked in. Ming greeted Marthysan with a bow, a smile, and a quiet good morning. As good as the tea smelled, she swiftly excused herself for her morning prayer. She lit a stick of incense, held her silver locket in both hands, and spoke at barely a whisper to Daikitsu. She thanked her for all the help the day before, hoped she enjoyed the song and the food and all the excitement, and kindly requested her watchful eye for another day. She promised to share some more today. >Spell prep: Just as yesterday except swapping Compel Hostility for Stone Shield, Desecrate for Shard of Chaos, and Savage Maw for Grace. >(This is not at all because Mutton was a dumb-dumb and forgot to buy the material components for Desecrate) By the time Ming stood up from the balcony, she consulted her party for whom to receive a little trick for the tourney today. They knew the procedure by now. Maiko offered, and Ming sat with her for ten minutes to gently chant and wish blessings upon her. Then, abrutly, Ming poked Maiko on the nose. Maiko felt her bones hum for a moment. She was imbued with Daikitsu's favor. >Imbue With Spell Ability cast from domain slot. Maiko may now cast 2x Cure Light Wounds and 1x Grace, each at CL 10. >Maiko has these spells until they are used, or until Ming dismisses the imbue effect. >These imbued spells do not require a divine focus to cast normally, but we'll need to get a spare holy symbol for other spells for future imbuing. The rest of the morning was mainly spent bickering over selecting a team name. Ming had plenty of suggestions to give that were promptly discussed for little to know length of time. 'The Tail Chasers,' 'Hanani's Honeys,' 'The Bun Munchers,' 'Daikitsu's Divas,' 'The Moë Marauders,' and 'The Fruit Foxes' were the highlights from Ming. She wondered how they could make a decision at all if such wonderful titles could be shuffled off on a whim. Nevertheless, they had a muster to attend. They signed in, much to the jumpiness of Ming, making her armour rattle as they were brought to their first bout. "Yesyesyesyes! Let's fight!" She made no effort to hide her teeth as she bounced in place and bestowed boons to the party on the final countdown. >Bless: (Standard action) Each ally gains a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects. This lasts 10 minutes. >Stigmata: (Standard action) Ming takes 1 hp of damage each round as she bleeds from ritual markings. Ming gains a +1 sacred bonus to saves until she stops the stigmata. >Folding Tower Shield: (Move action) The buckler on Ming's arm springs out in extradimensionally hidden surfaces, clacking and clicking into a tall rectangle emblazoned with nine etched fox tails. It's a tower shield now.</s>
<\|description\|>Saeril Hermiaen BASIC Goes By (Nicknames): Maleficent (alter-ego); The Winged She-Elf; She-Devil, Devil's Incarnate (by Thorin); Delva, God-Mother (by Fili & Kili). Royal Titles: Lady of Ambaróna/"Fangorn". Other Titles: First Commander of Isengard, Sauron's Most-Trusted Servant (as Maleficent); The Watcher; Guardian of Durin's Folk. Age: 5,739 (Looks 37-38) Gender: Female Race: Elven Hybrid (Sindarin and Noldor Bloodlines) Other Bloodlines: Silvan and Teleri (Through her grandfather's relatives) 20/20 Elvish (10/20 Sindarin, 6/20 Noldor, 2/20 Silvan, 2/20 Teleri) APPEARANCE Face Claim: Angelina Jolie Hair Color: Medium Brown Eye Color: Yellow-Green (Boldly-luminous when furious/angry) Skin Tone: Creamy Height: 5' 8" Weight: 119 lbs Body Build: Slim Finger Claws: Curved Daggers: Combat Outfit: Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King Wing-Cloak PERSONALITY OVERALL PERSONALITY Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, Ents, Happiness, Animals, Peace, Music, Plant-Life, Training, Flying/Sightseeing, Yearly Seasons. Dislikes: Death, War, Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Maleficent, Orcs, Sorrow. Strengths: Fighting/Combat, Flight, Knowledge, Wisdom, Harsh Temperature Resistance, Protective/Affectionate Nature, Keen Senses, Agility. Other Powers: Wallcrawling, Banshee Scream, Enhanced Strength, Telepathy, Telekinesis. Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Loneliness, Anger, Vindictiveness, Split Personality. Fears: Sauron, Losing Family. Elegant \| Unpredictable \| Capable \| Headstrong \| Mysterious \| Maternal \| Observant \| Intelligent Everyone believed Saeril to be born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. In actuality, Saeril is a good-hearted, nurturing individual, who highly valued the peaceful natures of Middle-Earth, whilst having the passion to support and protect its various realms and inhabitants. Born during the First Age, Saeril is a strong-willed she-elf, and the last of an ancient Elven clan from Fangorn Forest. A very intelligent, loyal-to-the-bone perfectionist, who stays true to her word, she focuses on finding the best intentions for others, to the point of making great judgment calls, as much as willingly risking her life, in the process. From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, having to be caused by the guilt and horror of her cruel and malicious deeds, as well as the amount of pain and trauma she had to endure. After being rescued by Gandalf the Grey, she was left "more Orc than Elf", while her other alter-ego "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of her corruption, still lingers within her mind. However, after Sauron's defeat, this other personality dissipated, giving back her natural Elven beauty. The ultimate goal was to redeem and dissipate this inner darkness from within, but she never anticipated it to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons Fili and Kili, whilst having to closely bond with a young she-elf named Yavanna, whom she had grown to love and deeply care for, as if she were her own daughter. Determined to protect both the Sons of Durin and the Bright Star of Middle-Earth, Saeril will become extremely aggressive and violent, whenever someone threatens, or has inflicted any sort of harm to them; as this contrasts her more-gentle nature, she will be blunt and gladly let the offenders know the price. In addition, since witnessing the death of Fili, she will go to great lengths, if it means to prevent Kili and Yavanna from falling under the same fate. Both as "Maleficent" and herself, Saeril is a ruthless, immensely-formidable warrior in her own right; despite withholding a certain elegance, she's truly a very deadly foe for anyone who'd dare challenge her personally. A vast majority of her strength came from the enchantment Sauron had placed upon her, as well as the supernatural connection he was able to forge between them; even while she was formerly his chief of the Isengard legion, she possessed a number of abilities that have allowed her to stand her own, and even overpower the most skilled of individuals. Due to this connection, she's able to enhance these abilities. She also shows herself to have great telepathic power; either taught or naturally inherited from her parents and/or ancestors, she can read the minds of others, conjure up visions through physical touch, and receive thoughts from a certain distance. Saeril will not hesitate to comfort, guide, or advise others when they seem to need it. Proud, proper, and almost-completely fearless, she will never bow to anyone she disagrees with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of the trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions. BACKGROUND Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest (Also known as Ambaróna). Family: - Kili Durin (Godson; Alive) (Dwarf) - Fili Durin (Godson; Deceased) (Dwarf) - Dis Durin (Co-parent; Alive) (Dwarf) - Vili Durin (Co-parent; Deceased) (Dwarf) - Hermia (Mother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf) - Lysander (Father; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf) - Ulla (Aunt; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf) - Kinloch (Uncle; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf) - Kriva (Grandmother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf) - Disgla (Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan/Teleri Elf) - Fidnai (Great-Grandmother; Deceased) (Teleri Elf) - Sahov (Great-Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan Elf) Other Relations: - Gandalf the Grey/White (Mentor/Friend; Alive) (Maiar) - Thorin Oakenshield (Friend; Deceased) (Dwarf) - Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; Alive) (Man) - Lord Elrond (Acquaintance; Alive) (Half-Elf) - Tauriel (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf) - Haldir (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf) - Gimli (Acquaintance; Alive) (Dwarf) - Thranduil Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf) - Legolas Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf) - Yavanna Undomiel (Friend/Daughter-Figure; Alive) (Elven Hybrid; Mortal/Sindarin/Noldor) - Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrine Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck (Acquaintances/Friends; Alive) (Hobbits) - Azog the Defiler & Bolg (Enemies; Deceased) (Gundabad Orcs)</s> <\|message\|>Saeril Hermiaen Saeril understood Kili's predicament, considering that she knew how hard it was to tell someone that they have lost another who was very dear to them. The pain of loss was very hard, and very difficult to recover from. As traumatic as the event was, it was going to be a very slow recovery. If the young Durin began to blame himself, he could suffer from survivor's guilt. If this keeps up, depression could follow. The elder she-elf lightly squeezed his shoulders in comfort before gently placing them at the sides of his face. "It's going to be alright", she softly told him. "Trust me. Trust us", she gestured to the youngest she-elf. "The death of your brother and uncle were never in vain. Just know, that they have died to protect your homeland, your name, and your family", and those said-events were being replayed in her mind; when Fili told her to flee with Kili, her screech, up to the funeral. And, as she kept her gentle hands on his face, these events were suddenly in a vision for Kili to see. "They fought and died with honor". As soon as the images dissapeared, Saeril used her thumbs to stroke, just below his eyes, to comfort him, and hope that her words were enough to help him, before gently enveloping him in a warm hug to ease him.</s> <\|message\|>Yavanna Nienna Undomiel Kili hated what had happened. He lived. His brother and their dear uncle was gone; died. And there was nothing he could have done to saved either of them. "How...how is it going to be okay?" he breathed out. "Isn't it bad enough, that my mother lost her grand-father, her father, my father...now her only brother and eldest son?!" Kili raised his voice in sad frustration. Looking between them both, he sighed softly. "I do trust both of you, but I don't need either of you speaking for me!" Telling his mother, it was something he had to do himself. Not Yavanna, Not Saeril. But himself. "I won't say a word, unless you want me to." Yavanna promised Kili. She knew where he was coming from. If she was in his situation, she wouldn't want him or Saeril to handle the matter for her; no matter how hard it was. Hearing Saeril, Yavanna sighed softly. "Saeril is right, Fili...and Th..Thorin might be gone. But they will never be forgotten." It was hard to say both names of the fallen Dwarves, right now. Seeing how Yavanna considered them family and dear friends. But she could not change what had happened. Things always happened for a reason. Including the deaths of loved one's. When Saeril touched the side of his face...Kili could see visions. Images of Fili asking their god-mother to defend him, no matter what. Kili stumbled away a little,with tears in his eyes. When she hugged him, Kili stiffened for a moment, before he pulled back "I need...just leave me alone...both of you." he said. He needed time to think alone, what he would say to his mother and needed some space.</s> <\|message\|>Saeril Hermiaen Looking at Yavanna, Saeril could only display what seems to be a mix of sadness and worry in her eyes, specifically for the young dwarf. In some ways, Kili was right; they couldn't solve the problem for him, nor do anything about it. "We don't intend to speak for you, Young Durin!", there was sternness and slight condenscending in her voice, as she countered Kili's words. As soon as the princess made her vow, Saeril's voice softened once again. "You have our word", and she meant it. The elder knew she was only trying to help Kili, but it was then that she realized herself making it his situation even worse. For him to push away, Saeril stood back up to her full height, from where she kneeled down. As much as she didn't want him to leave her sight, the Elven guardian knew she can't prevent him from making his own decisions. Except for the ones that would easily get him into trouble, or result in something much worse. If he desired to be left alone, this was going to be the one occassion where she would ever comply on such a wish. Saeril felt her efforts to be futile as she tried to help Kili mentally, and emotionally, recover from the events of battle. After having to sigh sadly to herself, that dull ache was back in her head, causing the elder to wince quietly.</s> <\|message\|>Yavanna Nienna Undomiel It seemed like both of the she-elves felt the same amount of worry and concern for young Kili. Yavanna wasn't sure, who felt it more. Herself or Saeril as they both adored Kili in different ways. But at the same time, Kili was a young adult whom could make his own decisions so they had to respect that. Yavanna watched as Kili wandered away from the both of them; not looking behind to see the worried facial expressions on their faces as he left. From the corner of her eyes; Yavanna couldn't help but notice Saeril flinch. Again. "Are you okay?" she asked her softly. "And do not tell me, it's nothing...it's not the first time, I've seen you wince at something...like something hurts you." Yavanna told her gently. Looking at her with a slight raised eyebrow.</s>	<\|message\|>Saeril Hermiaen Saeril closed her eyes for a brief moment, and took a breath, having to mentally will the pain to go away in such quick time. She heard Yavanna's words and, releasing that same breath, the elder slowly opened her eyes, having to look at the ground, as she mentally sorted through a choice of words that she could say. "I'm sensing...", she began. "...something dark", she didn't want to cover up the whole truth, but for their behalf, it would be better if she told at least half of it. She couldn't tell them of her former alliance, because, well, she might expect fear and tremendous amounts of confusion. Even though they weren't necessarily hers, she loved them both, as if they were her own children; a daughter and a son. The last thing Saeril wanted, was to see disbelief, if they ever found out what she was subjected to. "Something stirs".</s>
<\|description\|>Gilles Laurent Age: 23 Appearance: A dark skinned, tall, pigeon-chested man with a gawky build, Gilles seems to fit the description of your stereotypical nerd quite easily, especially when paired with his braces and ridiculously thick glasses. His head is square-ish, and the hair on said head is twisted back into simple dreadlocks which hang down to his shoulders in no specific pattern or style, while his facial hair is mostly untidy stubble. Decked out in a simple (and slightly worn out) blue hoodie, gray sweatpants, and brown running shoes which were, once upon a time, white, one might think that he may be the atheletic sort despite his nerdy appearance and build - not that you can tell much under the clothes- but rest assured, this is not the case. Other: -He's got quite the knack with technology -100% Certified Manchild -College drop-out -Works as a a freelance computer and system repair man and as a vlogger -Originates from Belgium; speaks French and limited Flemmish -Terrified of most every kind of creepy crawly -Naturally curious and not afraid to stick his nose where it doesn't belong -Wanted to take up acting before -Fascinated by the gems and expresses it in a way akin to a six year gushing over their favourite super hero</s> <\|message\|>White Spinel or just Spinel Spinel listened closely to both Aquamarine's and Bloodstone's words. She was taken aback by how emotional Aquamarine got. Wha... what? Did she really care about anything they were talking about? For the most part not really, but it occurred to her that she did have some interest in hearing what she was created for. Having that one question answered would shed light on nearly everything that had been confusing her until this point. Nobody else seemed eager to ask any questions yet, and they seemed even less eager to be level-headed about this. "Why was I made?" she asked. Her expression was impossible to read, but her voice sounded apprehensive.</s> <\|message\|>Sodalite Sodalite agreed with Emerald and only nodded. Now, her stance on who to join was cemented. Bloodstone was wrong about a single thing, though. The war was not over. Homeworld was still going to suck Earth dry of its resources. As long as they would keep trying to do that, then she would keep fighting. That was her truth. She took a glance at Spinel, thinking pensively about her question. He was silent for a moment, looking for the right words. "We were made for war." She answered her question. That was what she believed the core of it would be. She knew that if Homeworld hadn't lost so many years ago, all of them would be serving to do the same thing to other planets that they were trying to do to Earth. They might have had their own lives of sorts, but they would be loyal to homeworld, killing off planets to make more gems to kill off more planets and so forth. That was not a life she wanted to live.</s> <\|message\|>Black Zircon Zircon opened her mouth to finally ask a question but then she heard a voice that made her react by standing up quickly facing towards him and put her right hand by her left side near her gem slightly hiding behind her jacket as if about to pull out a weapon. She also had one foot slightly back. Although, Zircon doesn't know if she could even get a weapon out right now. Let alone what weapon it would be. However she remained still in that stance trying to look on guard, maybe even confident. Apparently, this is Bloodstone. By the way Zircon reacted, just Bloodstone's voice sounded manipulative. Zircon couldn't find the better words to describe it, but suspicious is one of them for now. Zircon was annoyed at the situation but her expression remained calm and serious. As Bloodstone talked, Zircon made a slight glare at him back and forth while listening to the words being exchanged. She glances from Bloodstone, to Aquamarine, to Emerald, to Spinel, and to anyone who spoke words. She then looked to Sodalite who responded to Spinel's question, and then slowly looked back to Bloodstone, "That much is obvious," Zircon spoke in a half-monotone voice. "But honestly, that's the only reason. Am I right?" Zircon wanted to make sure if that's really the only reason they were all made. Internally, Zircon was leaning more towards one guess. But eh, you never know.</s> <\|message\|>BloodStone "No, not at all. None of you were ever meant to be soldiers, sure some of you were given extensive fighting capabilities but that was more of a just in case. You were made because the gem population is depleting, our planet is thriving but their are none of the correct resources are available to make new gems, but Earth has an abundance and could easily refertilize the land we killed. We don't want war machines, we want citizens that will keep the gem population going and may find a permanent solution one day. I chose to fight against this planet because I didn't want to see my people die out and Aqua felt the same way at some point but she decided to screw over her kind." Bloodstone looked at the three that had spoken up in turn, "You were made to help our race survive in whatever way you choose even if it doesn't include taking over planets, that was my choice but it doesn't have to be yours, no you were not made for war, you can be so much more than soldiers if it's what you want, and yes you were made for more, lots more, you have infinite possibilities as long as you don't kill a massive amount of your own kind like the woman standing before you, she slaughtered thousands that were simply following my orders and nothing more. We never outwardly attacked the rebels either, they attacked our stations and we defended until about 1000 years before the end of the war which is when I have up on the rebels and decided to truly fight back." Bloodstone looked towards Aquamarine, "If it was between any of you or humans, I would pick my own kind but Aqua here has already shown who she would choose."</s> <\|message\|>Emerald Emerald glared at Bloodstone. Everything this guy said sounded like absolute bullshit. And judging from the way the Kindergarten looked, it seemed like it had been "easily refertilized" in about....never. He honestly doubted if they could heal the land, and he knew that they wouldn't if they could. Not while any humans were alive. Also, he heavily doubted the attacking stations thing. How do you attack a station that you live in? Emerald really hated this guy and turned to Aquamarine. "Can we kill him? Everything he says sounds altered, exaggerated, or just plain made-up. He tried to shoot us with a giant death laser eye after trying to capture us, asks us to join 20 minutes after that, and tries to make it seem like we're the bad guys. It's REALLY ANNOYING!" Emerald turned back to Bloodstone and gave him the death stare.</s> <\|message\|>Aquamarine "Re-fertilize? How was the Earth suppose to do that with Homeworld placing the gem deep underground where they had to suck in all the abundant resources and nutrition? There are thousands upon thousands of holes in the Kindergarten and more than one on Earth so think how much of the Earth was being destroy at one moment. All the life here on Earth gets the nutrients from the ground to thrive and continue! You are contradicting yourself with the gem population being depleted when we have many gem controlled planets that were functioning. We were doing just fine and the gems that were being made here were not normal almost all the time. The more the Kindergarten ran, the more the gems became corrupted and unable to form normal bodies or even think straight. What kind of life is that for them? What infinite possibilities were those gems given?! I saw what was happening and decided to take a stand. You forget that thousands of gems chose Rose's side too and you slaughtered just as many as me. I tried not to fight you and I got cut down because of it. We were on defense by asking you to leave or see to any sort of reason. Blame your rulers for not listen to Rose! The Kindergarten was destroyed by the gems made there. I choose a gem side to, I just decided to also protect a humans while they were just starting out life on a planet that belonged to them." Aquamarine shot back, standing her ground. She side glanced to Emerald, knowing how he felt in this current moment but even if they all came at him, Bloodstone would still win. He would be stronger than the past and she didn't know how much so anymore."That would not be wise to do Emerald though I know for your frustration.I don't condone killing him when he has not attacked."</s> <\|message\|>Gilles Laurent "Emerald. Please. Let him talk. He's caused us a bit of trouble, yes, and I'm sure we're all taking his words with a little more than just one grain of salt -I know I certainly am, and I'm sure Bloodstone knows it too- but he's not doing anything to hurt us right now. There is no reason for us to attack in any manner, never mind go as far as to kill." Evenkite shot a glare at Emerald, the first time she had looked up at anybody ever since Bloodstone had arrived. The little gem seemed to have simply shrunken away once Bloodstone had appeared, as if she simply did not want to be there anymore, but now she was making her presence well known. "Kill him," she continued, "Kill him? If I didn't know any better, I'd say that if anyone here was made for war, it was you. That's a little extreme, don't you think? Granted, not like the two of you," she paused to look at both Aquamarine and Bloodstone, "Have been much better, from the sound of it, anyways, but nonetheless." Despite all the questions she wanted to ask -and it probably showed on her face- this was all she had said during the entire time, having backed away from the group as if mentally isolating herself wasn't enough to keep her thoughts in check. The whole ordeal had been sudden and more than enough to make Evenkite feel conflicted, especially with all the emotions flying around. More so than ever did she wish she could just not have anything to do with any of these gems, and she quite frankly was debating to simply leave and see how long she could go without being found. However, curiosity kept her sticking around.</s> <\|message\|>BloodStone "Aqua, you never knew what was truly going on. Gems, understand that what I tell you is no lie. I have been calm and have been trying to explain myself while still teaching you of yourselves. What has Aqua done to teach about your past or her own. She's angered because she knows that I'm right, Home-World was on the defense, that's why I fought and killed, she was attacking blindly at our bases of operations, that's why she killed. I'm not trying to win you over to my side just yet but I'm trying to give you the facts to make a choice that you can stick to, even if I don't like it." Bloodstone looked down at the little one with the big attitude, "Even after my outburst earlier you still stuck up for me, I respect that. Is there anything I can answer for you?"</s> <\|message\|>Emerald Emerald glared back at Bloodstone, a dark green angry blush forming. "She might've tried to tell us about ourselves if we had had any free time since we knew each other! Ever since we met, no, ever since we've existed, we've either been fighting spider robots or running away from spider robots or getting blasted by a giant eyeball, all of which you probably sent after us! You're the reason for something you're trying to use against us!" Emerald was shouting at this point, and pulled back to compose himself. He realized he had used the word "us", and realized he had begun thinking of them not as a bunch of random individuals, but a group. A team. Something that this "Bloodstone" had inadvertantly made, just by trying to capture them. He didn't think anyone would sway so easily towards his side, not after what he had put them through. As of now, 100% of the new ones' lives had been dealing with this one guy and the problems he brought. It seemed unlikely that anybody would join him to Emerald.</s> <\|message\|>Sodalite Soadlite was not on the side of outright killing Bloodstone, but she did want justice. Emerald was right. He was most likely the one who had sent the eye and the robots after them, with the intent to kill them, and she was not going to let that go without consequence. Evenkite was also right. While he certainly had earned the right to be attacked on sigh, Bloodstone was currently doing nothing in terms of violence. He was simply talking to them, and while he did threaten Evenkite earlier, he had done no direct, physical harm to them. Evenkite's hair was cut, but that was debatable in terms on harm. Neither of the two gems were truly evil or good, Sodalite had come to the conclusion. Both of them had killed several of their own kind in the name for what they believed in. Bloodstone wanted the prosperity of the Gems, at the expense of other worlds. Aquamarine wanted for the Gems to be stopped, so that no more planets would be run dry from the kindergartens. They saw themselves as the hero in the situation, and while she did understand that, Sodalite continued to side with the one who had been guiding her since her awakening into the world. "Let them speak, Emerald." Sodalite spoke up finally. They were the heroes of their own stories, but history was written by the victors, and overlooked by the survivors. They saw the other as the evil, letting outsiders and newcomers like the group of Gems decide who they personally saw as the hero.</s>	<\|message\|>Gilles Laurent Standing up? For him? It took a great amount of effort to keep herself from laughing at the thought that this gem honestly believed she was sticking up for him. Other than a half-strangled snicker, she was doing a relatively good job, keeping her expression as passive as she could. "Don't get the wrong idea, Bloodstone, sir. I am not speaking up for you, or her," she paused, gesturing to Aquamarine, "Or anyone else, for that matter. I am speaking up for common sense. If such a thing can even exist within such an argument. " She refused to answer his question, because though she did indeed have many, she didn't want to further fuel any more of this argument. The whole argument seemed pointless to her: Neither sides were willing to consider the other side and simply thought of themselves as right, and quite frankly Evenkite wished to take no part of it. Besides, said questions were becoming jumbled up into an unintelligible mess, to the point in which Evenkite wasn't quite sure what it was she was trying to ask, or where to even begin. She was getting a headache, and now questioning whether it was worth -and even slightly regretting- speaking up at all. Hopefully if she stayed quiet for long enough, attention would be brought off her, and she could leave if need be. You know they'll find you if you leave, right? If not Bloodstone, then Aquamarine. At least you won't have to listen to this anymore? Whatever the case. Stick around a little longer. Wait it out. Maybe something interesting will come up. And if not, leave.</s>
<\|description\|>Name Vallyn Desp'Ana Age: 23 Civil clothes: Thief Clothing (see bottom) Thief clothes: He tends to wear leather armor lined with chainmail and a long dark cloak. He also tends to wear a long red scarf. Weapon: Long sword Tools: Lockpicking tools, daggers, razor wire Bio: TBR Not important info: Swift and acrobatic, excellent with a sword and dagger, natural pickpocket, and incredibly stealthy.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia (No one knows her last name) "Welcome back" Nadia smiled at the people that just got back. "How was the hunting?" She asked, taking out a cookie from somewhere on her and eating it.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "We got a Doe and set some traps for smaller animals. we also bagged some poachers."Chloe said grabbing a small loaf of bread from her pack. she broke a piece of and ate it. she pulled down her hood allowing her hair to flow free. "where'd you get the loot?" she asked</s> <\|message\|>Nadia (No one knows her last name) "Took them from a house. It's enough for today's work I guess, seeing that there was a ruckus. It was a good distraction but if too many things are stolen the king would notice" Nadia said, munching her cookie and looking at the new person. "You're new. Want a cookie?" she asked, holding out a cookie to Chloe "Took them from a house. It's enough for today's work I guess, seeing that there was a ruckus. It was a good distraction but if too many things are stolen the king would notice" Nadia said, munching her cookie and looking at the new person. "You're new. Want a cookie?" she asked, holding out a cookie to Chloe</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters Chloe leaned over and took the cookie from the girl. "Thanks, Im Chloe By the way. ive got some bread left it you want some?"</s> <\|message\|>Nadia (No one knows her last name) "Im Nadia" she beamed. "It's alright, you should eat it. Get more energy" she smiled</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze Nirayane smiled wryly to the two before straying off to a chair next to the crackling, warm hearth and sat beside it removing her fur cloak. Nadia, she was always a friendly face, quite possibly the youngest of the guild, a smile that could warm the heart of even an ice giant. It made the elf giggle on the inside, seeing her share her cookies with the newblood, but then came Dmitri swooping in and yanking it from her hand. Nira hissed at the hawk and tapped his head firmly making him release the cookie from his sharp beak. Don't you be stealing from her you cheeky bird!</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "Nice to meet you." she said i biting into the bread again. she placed her bow in her lap and began to study the bow, it was expertly crafted. Nira must have had years of practice for it to this good</s> <\|message\|>Nadia (No one knows her last name) "Ah, don't be mad at him" Nadia said, looking at Nirayane. "He's more than welcome to have some cookies" she said with a smile. "Do you want some Nirayane?" she asked, tilting her head and holding out a few more cookies</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze Cantankerous as ever the hawk screeched at her, but Nira just rolled her eyes again at the cheeky bird, carving a slender chunk of raw venison from the slab and feeding it to him while he was perched on her shoulder. Her mind seemed to trail as she sat alone, gazing softly into the demure glow of the fire bathing her in comfort. She thought back to those days, raiding villages with the Black-Horns, ruling over the most feared bandit tribe in the Empire....and of course...him, the orc war chief...her king...her beloved... She sighed, wrapping her cloak around her once more and leaning back in her chair, a distant frown finding its way to her face. Yet halfheartedly she smiled again and shook her head at Nadia's offer, as sweet as it was.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "hey, Nira you ok. you look sad." Chloe said looking at Nira. she wondered for a moment why she had yet talked to her.</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze Nirayane sighed to herself once more while staring at the flames undulating from the fireplace, so entranced in her distant memories that she hardly could have noticed Chloe standing next to her, at least until she inquired about the elf's well-being. Nira glanced up at her, a tinge of lament still in her eyes, yet softly she smiled and shook her head. She motioned to the chair next to her, in a way asking if Chloe would like to sit near the fire.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "thanks. anything i can help with?" She said taking a seat. She looked at nira, Something about her, the way she acted made her warm inside and smile. Something she had not experienced in a long time. Nira was her only real friend at the moment within the guild along with Nadia, She just seemed to feel a connection to her, similar to earlier when she was out hunting. She just felt..happy when she was near</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze The elven woman looked to Chloe and simply shook her head, though in a considerable manner to show gratitude for her concern. She turned to the fire again tossing a handful of kindling in to keep it stoked. It was always cold in the guild hall anyways, at least to her. How quaint she felt so warm though, and she was sure it wasn't the hearth. The girl, Nira had only met her just this day, but just like that they were friends. Chloe was a brilliant hunter and her skill with a bow, remarkable. But there was...something else that drew the elf towards her besides fascination. But what exactly?</s> <\|message\|>Simbad Simbad shook himself out of his stupor. He should really pay more attention to his surroundings, if he did that anywhere else he likely would've been killed or worse expelled. He turned to face the pair that had brought in the meat and moved over to sit by them. Simbad normally wasn't terribly social but for some reason he felt a need to strike up a conversation. "Hello there, heard you two had a little adventure while looking for dinner." he said attempting to break the ice.</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze In a gentle trance was the elf, somewhat incurred by the presence of Chloe, how quaint it felt. Yet Nirayane broke from it turning towards the male speaking to her and the girl beside her. Simbad, a regal looking fellow with a patch over his right eye, Nirayane wondering how he may have lost it, either in battle or some...unfortunate event in his lifetime. Surprising one of these few thieves haven't lost a limb or something more precious in value. Twas a rough and arduous line of work not without its tribulations, but indeed it was rewarding....if by rewarding meaning seeing the meek and the downtrodden graciously given to. She knew of Simbad for some time, and always he struck the elf as mysterious clouding his past, but then again she wasn't much of an open book either. She nodded to the male and pointed to the burlap sack of venison, the bottom coated in salt to keep them fresh. Of course, it would be up to the hunter to cook. Without a word, Nira excused herself from the two and made her way over to the table where she first laid the pouch full of meat, still bloody and not a single hint of rot in it. She sighed skewering the meat onto a spit and then carrying it over to the fire. In the instant the flames began licking at the slabs of raw deer meat, the intoxicating aroma overtook the stench of the sewer.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia (No one knows her last name) Nadia yawned slightly, feeling rather sleepy. It had been a long day and perhaps she should get some rest. "Hotarubi, I'm going to go and rest up now" she said with a lazy smile and stopped her from playing with her hair. She hadn't really have an actual meal yet but she didn't really have an appetite. "Goodnight everyone, Nira, Chloe, Simbad, Hotarubi" she said and walked off towards a couch, dragging a blanket there and lying down on it, closing her eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "Night Nadia" Chloe called after the girl. Nira had gone off to prepare the food they had earlier killed leaving her with the man who had approached them. "Hi, im Chloe. im new here" she said her hand outstretched</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze Nira turned the spit every once in a while, making sure one side wasn't cooked more than the other or burnt, trying to distract herself from the ever pleasant aroma of venison roasted on the fire, mainly because she hadn't eaten in days. With a gentle nod she bid the young Nadia goodnight and gave a smile to Chloe as well. After a few minutes or so, the meat was finished roasting, and carefully Nirayane lifted the slabs from the fire, carving them into slices alongside some potatoes and carrots she roasted as well. Always the hunter's job to cook, but Nira was used to it. Plating the meat and vegetables, she set them about the table and signaled to the others with a whistle that dinner was served. Poor Nadia. A shame she already retired for the evening. The least the elf could do for her young companion was set her a plate aside for when she awoke. Hopefully that red-tailed sneak-thief wouldn't swoop in and grab it or Nira would have to clip his wings, that or let Dmitri get so fat he couldn't fly anymore. Her eyes turned to the hawk, still perched atop the elf's chair, even after she left, his beady yellow eyes gawking at Simbad's eyepatch as he tilted his head and ruffled his wings a little.</s> <\|message\|>Simbad Simbad turned to face the new girl and shook her hand with a firm grip as the elf hunter left to cook the meat. "I'm not much of a veteran here either to be honest but a month or two of experience goes a way for you i suppose. I would ask what brings you here but everyone has a story and its their choice to tell." He glanced back at the Elf when she whistled showing that the food was ready. The meat looked wonderful a testament to the hunters experience in cooking. He quickly grabbed a plate and loaded up on the delicious looking food. Simbad nodded his thanks to Nirayane, the Elf had always interested him, it was incredible to see how she got by in such a tough world while being entirely unable to talk. He pondered what he would do without the ability to talk as he set to eating the meal. Simbad frowned at the bird noticing it glancing at his eye-patch, from what he had seen the bird grabbed anything it was interested in and he had no intention of losing his eye-patch to the creature, he decided he would just watch it carefully.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters Hearing the whistle Chloe turned her head to see a large table filled with food. She stood up and began to make her way over to the table. the food looked perfect. How was she so good at cooking she though lifting a slice of the meat onto her plate. even the vegetables, which she loathed, looked tasty.</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze The huntress smiled as she saw the others enjoying her food and cut away a small sliver from the venison on her plate with her knife, popping the morsel into her mouth and savoring the sweet, earthy flavor of nature's bounty. To her, especially seeing everyone at the table eating, drinking and merrymaking, it felt more this band of rebel-rousers known as the Thieves Guild were more akin to a happy, yet dysfunctional family, similar in many aspects to a family of her past life. She could hear them again, the clanking of tankards filled to the brim with mead, the hearty laughter over a few bawdy, raunchy jokes passed around along with a shanty or two sung by haggard drunks passionately....and the voice, the gruff yet gentle song of Torvald Stone-Hide. The guild was her home now, yet her heart ached for the days of a brigand. As she drank of her ale and took another bite of venison into her jaws, she happened to notice that nosy hawk of hers eyeing Simbad's eyepatch, only expecting for the cheeky bird to take flight again with it in his talons. Damn thing, he was always grabbing whatever, maybe for a jest or just natural curiosity. There was one time Hotarubi returned with an amulet she pilfered off a merchant, a very beautiful bauble with a lovely, center-cut diamond encased in purest silver, but then Dmitri caught shine of it and away he was with the amulet in his beak, unfortunately dropping it in those filthy sewer waters. It took Nira all night just to find the thing, and when she did, she and the amulet reeked with filth. They would have been lucky to get a few coins for it at the fence. To dissuade the red-tail from any mischief, she glared over to Dmitri and shook her head. He got the message clearly and instead of making off with Simbad's patch, the bird instead flew over to the couch little Nadia was sleeping on and landed, covering his head with his wings and going to sleep himself. Nirayane then turned to Chloe, giggling on the inside. She was a woman, mature indeed, yet she acted as if a child pushing her vegetables aside.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "Nira, where did you learn to cook like this. its really good." she asked the elf curious to what her secret was. the food was a lot different to what she had been used to. for starters it was warm and you could actually taste the meat</s>	<\|message\|>Name Vallyn Desp'Ana Vallyn kept silent when the guild began to pile up, tossing eleven of the twelve coin purses onto the table. He left the room, leaving the sewers, wrapping his cloak tightly about him with the cowl pulled low. The shadows of his hood hid most of his face, giving him a somewhat intimidating presence. It didn't take him long to reach his destination, either, only a couple of blocks of wandering to the local tavern. He walked in and closed the door, not paying any mind to the action nor to the curious glares of its hardened folk. Eventually, there was an eruption of welcome. "Vallyn! 'Bout time you came!" The patrons cried, save for the new, burly looking man. Vallyn raised a hand, solemnly walking towards the bar. He dropped three gold piece onto the bar. "Mead and mutton. This should be enough to pay whatever is put on my tab, plus tip." The young man told the barkeep, who, upon looking at the money, nodded with a big smile on her plump face. The woman went about, bringing him the mead and running to the kitchen to prepare his meal.</s>
<\|description\|>Denise "Thunder child" Le Rouge Age: 32 Race: Half-Succubus, half-human Appearance: Her eyes have an unnatural look to them. Her pupils are tiny in their normal state but expands to cover up to half of her eyes when she gets excited about something. Her hair is fiery red but is most often covered with soot, oil or other impurities when she buries herself in work. She has an eerie appearance due to how she dresses and looks and thus most avoid her. There aren't too many who can look at her face for too long without feeling uncomfortable. Probably due to how she looks at people. She looks at them like they're food, or subjects to study or play around with. She carries herself with a light, playful demeanor, almost skipping forwards as she walks. Attire: Her armour is another quite distinguishing feature about Denise. While it doesn't offer the best protection in her abdomen area the rest of her body is quite protected by the armour. Encrusted with runes and gems which offer protection way beyond what the leather and metal ever could do. She has intentionally given it a daemonic appearance to scare off people who might make a fuss around her shop or around her person. Besides, she isn't too fond of people to start with. As for her clothing, the rare times she is not wearing her armour....is nothing or a red, silken nightgown in general, sometimes other thin fabrics that feels nice to the touch. Bio: Denise doesn't know who either of her parents are. All she knows about them is that both of them are dead. Her father was killed in an expedition into the wastes while her mother was captured, and bred. A daemon with an interest into mortals was conducting an experiment to see if it was possible to cross-breed. Indeed it was, and Denise was born, or Azaerielle as she was named by the daemon. Her mother though did not survive the birth as it tore her apart, her life feeding Denise. Azerixar, as the daemon was named took her into his care. Teaching her how to use magic, carve runes and use her daemonic powers. The daemon kidnapped more women and bred them, creating a total of five additional children, for reasons unknown. He treated them with love and care along with protecting them against the dangers of the world until they were old enough to care for themselves. However after a couple of years he demanded that the children would fight each other until just one remained or they would all be destroyed. Denise was one of the first that took action, running a fanged hand through her sibling's heart. As she did one of the gem's on her armour lit up. After the first kill she was filled with an unnatural bloodthirst as she descended upon her siblings. One of her brother's had already claimed one before she took his life, causing two more gems to light up. In the end there was Denise and one of her sister's still standing. Both of them were covered in wounds from the fierce fighting. They launched against each other and fought hard and long, but in the end her sister was laying on the ground, bleeding out. Just when she was going to deal the killing blow their father intervened and transferred the glowing gem from the defeated to the victor. He then started carving runes into Denise sister's body. Slowly the girl started changing, growing in size, turning into stone. Soon after the body coursed with red, infernal energies as it was brought into life. Her father turned towards Denise. He told her to go into the world of the mortals. Live with them, study them, if possible breed with them. She had accepted before her father added that her sister, the newly created golem would follow as her guard and that she was not to return without accomplishing her tasks. Denise however, had no intention of ever returning. Instead when she made it to Nethren port she set up shop there. She took over a workshop from some old man and made it her own and started working on her own experiments. Unlike her father though, her own was based around magitek devices and runes. She gained her nickname when she blew up a nearby hill when she was trying out a new device that was launched from a catapult. Mostly because she had been jumping around like a little child when it tore the hill apart with a thunderous crack. Nowadays she mostly makes different devices for daemon hunters and other adventurers. Everything from a rune encrusted musket to high-explosive bullets, to a tea maker. Her plans are to get filthy rich from the civil war in Abbaden, selling weapons to both sides if possible. But who knows, things might change. Personality and Aspirations: Denise is a bit of a special child. The experience of killing her own siblings has turned a few screws..a bit more loose. She takes delight in explosions and mayham, but she's not the kind to just randomly blow things up. However she'll never say no when someone asks her to. She is somewhere between a childish mind and a devil's. She can be jumping around all happily while blowing people up. Fuzz over small things, but then be very mature about other things. Perhaps she just wants to see the world go boom? Inventory: * Rune carving tools. * Blacksmith tools. A simple anvil, hammer, bucket, pliers, normal stuff. * Essential supplies, including a waterskin, tent, bedroll, ect * Helvyra, her trusty golem which carries most of her things, and most often Denise is riding somewhere on the golem. The golem has a big backpack and a 'saddle' on it's back and shoulders for carrying things. The golem itself is not too remarkable. It's what you'd expect from a golem. It's very strong and sturdy. It has the capability to shoot firebolts with it's mouth. The thing that makes it special though is that it'll keep reviving, no matter how much you seem to kill it. As long as the soul gem remains intact, it'll keep coming back. Skills: Combat skills: While she doesn't use any weapons part from the claws on her armour she knows quite well how to make good use of them. While relying on long range magic to fight but when they close in she uses a mixture of claw attacks along with magical attacks and the support of her golem to come out ahead. Thusly she is mostly trained in agility and hit and run strikes. Infernal magic: Her daemonic roots gives her plentiful control over the infernal magics of her people. This mostly manifests in the ability to use and control fire and darkness but also in mind manipulative spells like seduction or horror. These spells are but suggestions at her current power. Seeming more attractive or alluring, making people feel more calm around her. Or make herself look like a nightmare to give the children a good scare. Along with a rare power to manipulate souls and drain essence from her succubus heritage. Denise can drain life-force from living things by touching them. A quicker way is by kissing, or very quickly by getting intimate. The poor soul of her victim can either be used to feed Denise and heal her of wounds, or can be stored in gems that she carries. These souls can be used to empower her magic or feed them to herself, or Helvyra to unlock more and more powers, or so her father said at least. Runecrafting: The ability to craft runes into items, and people. Most of her designs revolve around making things go boom or help things go boom. Like improving the power of a cannon to shoot flaming projectiles, or exploding ones. She can do more 'mundane' carvings as well, but she considers those to be quite boring. She knows the 'forbidden' art of carving souls into the runes, empowering and making the runes more stable. Or if the victim is alive, create a minor golem. She is by far not able to create another golem like Helvyra, hers deteriorate quite quickly. Languages: Barazhad (language of daemons), Abbalic and Neath-scratch Current Location: On her way to Falke, a day or so away.</s> <\|message\|>Chambala Falke – East Shopping District "Sounds curious and I'm actually always open for curious ideas and knowledge." Chambala replied with a smile, listening to her new friend's brief explanation of things. Granted the huntress wasn't the most knowledgeable on the greater intricate workings of physics and magics, but she had a rather unique understanding of the way magic worked non the less. Otherwise she wouldn't have had developed her own brand of what she had heard some people refer as primitive rune Enchanting. It followed some of hte same basic laws as the normally thought way of doing it, but the fine workings behind hers were somewhat different. Focused less on agressive alterations and more on almost natural movement of forces and growth in nature. Such as her flame trinkets. They didn't cause fire to appear out of nowhere, they simply caused the wood or bone to ignite into fire. Granted she was experimenting with more agressive forms of enchanting also. "Hmmm back then I didn't dress like I do now, you know." Chambala stated with a smirk." I used to dress like normal girls at my age at hte time, which made others thing of me as defenseless girl that's easy pray. Nowdays those same people avoid me from miles." She stated proudly indeed." My clothing reveals skin a lot, this is true, but I personally do not care what others think of it anymore. I like it, after living in the forest for so long, dressing like this had turned into a second nature. It's also surprisingly beneficial also I even learned how to fight with arms and legs only from a four legged stance." She stated proudly, showing her clawed fur, bone adn steel gountlets and boots." Took me a long while to get the style down, but I can now freely fight pretty much every normal beast in the forest with these alone." "Alright, going to return in a moment, would you mind keeping an eye on my spear until I return?" She asked, leaning the spear on the wall nearby and entering the tavern post haste. The inside was roudy and noisy, whispers started as soon as the fur clad woman entered the tavern. She walked past the tavern keeper who's hand slipped under the counter as she passed and got to the second floor with two simple hops across the stairs. Entering into her room, she noticed a certain noise from the wardrobe kind of furniture nearby. Whomever it was, was pulling efforts to be very quiet, but she noticed it. With a calm, but fast movement she moved over to her big bags, noticing the things inside were moved about and rearranged, proof that someone else beside her was rummaging inside. She Sighed, quickly threw the two bags, one across each of her shoulders, their straps forming an X on her chest, with her smaller bag now being exactly between the two bigger ones, at the middle of her waist. As she was about to leave the room, the door of the wardrobe was being opened. Someone was tryign to ambush her, probably a theif, but she didn't allow him to, she kicked the door with nearly all her leg strength, causing the attacker to be slammed back inside with painful groans. Some people never learned. Afterwards she left the room, walked down the stairs and threw the key on the counter." Next year the same time." She stated to the tavernkeep and exited to see Rebecca again and her trusty spear. "Alright we can leave now." She said, reaching and taking her weapon.</s> <\|message\|>Tirñea Escaron [Tirñea] As the cart began to depart, Tirñea held her staff close to the smaller striking end in order to be able to reach the ground from where she sat. One smack as the cart began moving, another after the cart had travelled a dozen feet or so, and one more for good measure after the cart gained some momentum. Sierpe understood, the wurm following deeper underground and away from the road where his tunneling wouldn't be too disruptive. The effort to keep up with the cart was noticeable in what stray thoughts would reach Tirñea, the underground of this land apparently 'uncomfortable' in how different it was to the sands of Piñura. Tirñea returned her own thoughts, claiming it just needed some getting used to, and received thoughts of a slight hunger building. Sierpe hadn't eaten properly since they'd boarded the cargo ship, and that had been a little more than a week ago. Normally he could go a little longer than that without eating anything, but the extra exertion of this new terrain might be causing him to focus more on such things. Her train of thought disrupted by Veronica breaking the silence of their ride, Tirñea pulled her staff away from where it hung low to the ground and let it rest beside her with one hand on it keep from it falling. "A, uh, spell?" Tirñea replied, unfamiliar with the term. She thought about it for a moment, recalling how other people had reacted to the way she struck the earth before this, all of them assuming it was some sort of earth weaving magic. It was an effective lie, Sierpe pushing the sand up sometimes looking like magic. "A spell is to mean incantation, yes? Then yes, a spell, for uh... good fortune to follow," Tirñea continued, deciding the best lie was one that was partially true. Sierpe wasn't a good luck charm, but his protection certainly was as beneficial as one could be.</s>	<\|message\|>Denise "Thunder child" Le Rouge "Oh really?" Denise asked with an amused expression. "I guess you like the sight of blood. Don't worry. Where we are going there is going to be plenty of that commodity." She was quite sure of that fact. Even Denise could not cross that forsaken place without spilling quite a bit of blood. Both human and daemon, neither side was very forgiving. It didn't matter though as Denise walked the streets until she found a merchant that seemed willing enough at first glance. She smiled a warm smile at him as she entered the store. He looked at her with lecherous eyes and she played on that fact. She walked up to him and bowed slightly. "Hello. I'd like to interest you in a business venture. You sell my wares for a thirty-seventy share, me taking seventy, of course." Denise closed the distance so that she was standing right in front of him and let her magic work it's ways. She made herself look more attractive in his eyes. More willing to follow her commands. Probing his greed and lust and heightening them. "Why should I accept that offer? Especially for such a low share? I'll be storing your things here, taking up space. I should get a much larger share." She just smiled at his words and leaned in closer and whispered into his ear. "You can get thirtyfive and a preview of the best night of your life." She smiled coyly and bent down. After about an hour Denise was closing in on the gate. She and the merchant had settled with forty-sixty, her way, in the end. Quite the stubborn man, but easy to influence with her magic. She had already decided to suck him dry of life when she returned for her money. But that was a matter for another time as she saw the knight standing at the gate. She looked quite impatient from what Denise could tell. All the better. She waved at the knight. It struck Denise that she had not asked for the knight's name. She'd have to do that soon enough. "I forgot to ask you before; but do you have a name?" Denise tilted her head slightly and smiled at the knight. "I'm Denise, and this is Helvyra," she said and indicated with her hand towards the golem. "Also, do you have a horse do you want to ride with me? We've got a pretty long way to go, and I'm guessing you want to get there quickly."</s>
<\|description\|>Sonoda Yuka - Daughter of Heaven, Goddess of Gases, Invincible Cyborg Woman; Metallica Weapon!! Age: 18 Gender: Female Appearance: Standing at a height of a metre eighty, Sonoda Yuka is surprisingly tall for a woman of Japanese descent, and combined with her powerful, athletic build, she cuts a figure of great intimidation. Indeed, her expressions merely serve to reinforce this image, with the taut muscles, unimpressed thin mouth and scowling golden eyes proving that she is very willing to fight anyone who dares to obstruct her path of justice. Her hair is cut short, the fuzzy brown-black locks flowing down towards her neck, fringe hiding away her forehead. In all, she exudes an aura of power but also reliability, her very appearance seeming to tell others that she is one to always keep her promises, and one that messing with would be unwise. When not fighting crime in her identity of Metallica Weapon, Yuka works as part-time intern at an office building, and is dressed in garb fitting of her occupation; a combination of a light blue dress shirt and either a dark pencil skirt or trousers is her standard clothing, though when performing leisurely activities, her outfits can change far dramatically and will depend upon the weather. However, her grey combat boots, a permanent fixture of her outfit, show that she is always prepared for conflict, along with the leather motorcycle gloves that she for some reason dons frequently despite not actually owning a motorbike. She is also especially fond of a tattered yellow scarf that she has owned since her youth. As the powerful hero of justice, Metallica Weapon, the "suit" that completely envelops her body is grey and nondescript, exuding sleek professionalism and power through its androgynous form. Nothing on the "armour" can be considered especially defining or revealing, as if its wearer is not truly a human but a mere copy of one. It is a threatening visage to ponder upon, as the only major aspects of the suit are the four emerald lines that run down her arms, and simple black v-fin that sits between its ominous, pale-red eyes. Powers: A partially cybernetic human, the experiments that were performed on Sonoda Yuka to unlock her true potential have converted much of her bones, muscles and ligaments to "Solid Photonic Energy" equivalents that provide her with immense durability and strength, and the two miniaturised cold fusion reactors that are safely encapsulated within the area where she once possessed lungs replace her need for respiration, giving her near-limitless stamina and the ability to function in locations usually impossible for the normal human. However, her ultimate ability is to transform into a steely heroic warrior, a state that provides her with the ability to manipulate gases. Weapons: Though a competent hand-to-hand fighter, Yuka possesses remarkable skill with a glaive, which she utilises to its maximum effect when transformed into the Metallica Weapon. Personality: A seemingly stoic figure upon first glance, the superheroic Yuka is quite calm in the face of danger, dealing with whatever problem that befouls her with nary an emotion and supreme grace. Her comments usually show little spirit, though at times it seems there is a certain grandness to her words. However, underneath the surface is her boiling blood, fiery emotions that fuel her every action. She is relentless and driven, absolutely devoted to bringing about justice wherever she goes, even if from a skin-deep view she seems almost bored of her duties. Indeed, she will stubbornly fight for what she believes in what's right, and will crush all in her path to saving others. She has her own eccentricities as well (though not incredibly obvious to others), the most prominent being her tendency to narrate in her own head, frequently delving into inner monologues about whatever crosses her mind at the time. These monologues are quite eloquent and poetic in comparison to her usual succinct (though nevertheless still sophisticated) speech. She is also a literary fan, and will make reference to notable works from time to time. As Metallica Weapon, she is brutal and quick in her fights, aiming to incapacitate as rapidly as possible. She is also somewhat wordier than usual when in the midst of combat, but they usually simply carry through the zeal that envelops her as she fights to serve justice. History: A native of Neo-Tokyo, Yuka was once a normal Japanese high school student in a normal Japanese high school, sharing a class with a group of supernatural warrior hunters fighting a secret guerilla war against the forces of evil. It was a rather peaceful life, albeit a life filled with higher school fees in order to repair the collateral damage brought about the powerful entities that resided at her facility of education, but it was not one filled with superheroics and drama for her. Then came Cerebral Intelligentsia. A shadowy organisation responsible for a spate of monster attacks, it kidnapped her and many others to be experimented on to create an ultimate army that would conquer Japan and then the world. Through these horrific tortures, in which her body was converted with cybernetics, her latent powers were activated, influencing Cerebral Intelligentsia to craft her into the first of their elite shock troopers, the "Weapons". Under their scientific machinations, she became a transforming cyborg warrior completely devoted to the mysterious cause, fighting in the shadows under the banner of CI. However, sympathetic scientists would break her free of the reprogramming at the cost of her memories, faking her death and throwing her out of the secretive CI facilities and into the relative safety of the world. Lost and confused, with only the name "Weapon" to guide her, the teenage girl found her way back to Neo-Tokyo, subconsciously avoiding Cerebral Intelligentsia's forces as she tried to find her place. It would be during these struggling journeys that she met the original Sonoda Yuka, an ill, hospitalised girl whose dreams inspired her to become the hero "Metallica Weapon". And when the original Yuka died of illness, the cyborg warrior took upon the name in tribute, using it in her secret civilian identity at a local high school until she would finally recover her own memories. Weakness: Despite her superior physical prowess, Yuka is utterly lacking in range and mobility, having been described as a "masked runner" whose ability to achieve her ends is limited by her lack of vehicular transport (thereby preventing her from moving distances), nonexistent access to weapons or powers that could provide her the ability to consistently strike at aerial opponents (for any manoeuvres performed above solid ground are temporary at best), and in essence the mobile capabilities of the average human (she can walk, run, and float a bit with gas manipulation, but that's about it). Her fighting style is also quite rough and unorthodox, belying the fact that she isn't exactly the most skilled at martial arts. Other: * Theme Song: Hagane no Messiah * Voice Actor: Romi Paku (JP); Michelle Ruff (ENG)</s> <\|message\|>Youma Kenji Bright Elementary School The storm of bloody droplets rang out across the quadrangle, going wide and covering a large amount of area with a miniscule amount of paradoxically-sharp droplets of blood. As it turns out, it takes a lot more than a few dozen liters of liquid to cover the span of a city block in precipitation. The end result was a short, sharp shower of needles scattered across a mostly-uninhabited expanse of concrete. A number of hits were scored, to some effect. One of the officers suffered an extremely-painful injury from a droplet falling through his shoulder. A cop car's chassis and front seat was imperceptibly damaged, and would annoy the driver for weeks to come. Far off on the other end of the quadrangle, an eleven-year-old child was skewered from crown to groin by a droplet, and immediately went into shock, to the horror of her classmates. --- Thoroughly nonplussed, Kenji watched as Yukoshi fled the area. Hundreds of witnesses, from policemen to students to SDF soldiers, had seen what she did, what she looks like, and what direction she was headed towards. Now that they had several confirmed murders instead of a number of assaults on police officers, they had all the justification needed to assault Yukoshi and her extreme burden. How they would respond was currently unknown, but one thing was certain: it would not be pleasant for anybody. The police, apparently occupied by the sight of this unbelievable murderer attempting to make an escape, rushed into their cars and started them up. Sirens blaring and engines roaring, the police were off on hot pursuit, leaving only six officers, a firetruck, and two ambulances hastily offloading stretchers and paramedics. When the sound of the stricken eleven-year-old reached Kenji, he reacted quickly. He gripped Hachirou by the shoulder, and teleported into the of the quadrangle. Taking care not to step on the dessicated corpses of the innocent police officers Yukoshi and her cohort had so blithely murdered, he took his hand off Hachirou and calmly jogged over to the group of children and teachers. Kenji spoke slowly, calmly, and loudly. He hadn't had much time to recover from seeing Yukoshi and Friend's pitiless slaughter and the destruction of the Stock Exchange, but, as a Yakuza, he was fully prepared to put on a brave facade. Kenji smiled nervously, and did his level best to block the view of Sakura's unabashed butchery from the children present. "Please come with me, everyone-- it should be safe now. The terrorists have fled. Hachirou and I have come to help you all out!"</s> <\|message\|>Tomoyuki "Tomo" Harushima; "The Sentry" Tomoyuki Harushima Deflected! Tomo's palm blast were deflected off the metal body's leg as it swung the blast away like a bat to a baseball. A pretty cool feat of skill for one person to have. The Sentry then floats several meters away from the standing figure as he holds his left arm at it. "Sir, I do not wish to hurt you!" he calls to the person, "But you did not heed to my calls for you to stop. Who are you and what is your goal here? If you don't answer, I'll be forced to take you in."</s>	<\|message\|>Sonoda Yuka - Daughter of Heaven, Goddess of Gases, Invincible Cyborg Woman; Metallica Weapon!! Sonoda Yuka - Metallica Weapon Metallica Weapon's only response seemed to be only a flash of her ominous, pale-red eyes, the luminescent globes embedded into the helm of the warrior staring across the short expanse between her and the relentless robot with a cold and unfeeling gaze. All was quiet, the only sound that whistled through their ears being that of the wind itself. It was in this position that the amnesiac hero stayed in for a single beat, as if pondering upon a suitable reply to the prying questions of the strange, zealous automaton that had pursued her for so long. Her feet shifted against the concrete. >>In order to ensure the safety of this just cause and my own identity, I am afraid I shall not be capable of following the directives of this machine. The citizenship must be protected, and I cannot do so in the company of this hostile entity. Cerebral Intelligentsia continues to lie in wait with their horrid monstrosities! A pebble cracked. That was the only warning her pursuer was given before a wave of air compressed in front of Metallica Weapon, blowing through dust and leaves to completely obscure the heroic warrior from view. She immediately turned and sprinted away, counting down the seconds in which she could continue to exert her own influence over the great winds of the Earth. The barrier she had formed of particulate matter and foliage had become solid, the molecules of air having pressed together to create a miniature storm that protected her from sight. It would not last, but she had already known of its temporary status! To put distance between her and the hostile entity that was the robot, and to bring her closer to the schemes of Cerebral Intelligentsia, she needed to move as uninhibitedly as she could! The wall dissipated, matter dropping from the sky and down onto the concrete. But Metallica Weapon had already covered a great distance with her powerful strides, running as fast as she could towards where she knew now that Cerebral Intelligentsia had sent its weekly monster, but also as far as she could from the robotic menace that had chased her for so long. But there was one message, left in the cloud that had descended from her wall. A single: "NO."</s>
<\|description\|>Charlotte Elizabeth Encore Dame Charlotte Encore, The Duchess --- Basics Nicknames, titles, etc.: "The Duchess" - One Hive City gang, The Gentry, is lead by someone referred to only as The Duchess. For the Duchess' protection, only a handful of people, The Counts, know their real identity. Said handful would know The Duchess to be Dame Charlotte Elizabeth Encore. "Dame..." - As Charlotte's identity as The Duchess is kept secret, she poses as a Dame within The Gentry. This means that she can wield a minor amount of power among them without revealing her true identity. She is, however, expected to earn her keep like any other low-ranking member. Age: 39 Species: Human Gender: Female Height: 5'5" Weight: 136lbs Appearance As is custom among The Gentry, almost none of Charlotte's natural appearance is visible while she is. Excessive makeup veils the colour of her skin, an intricate mask covers most of her face, and a dramatic dress hides her figure. The effect is an appearance of wealth and power, as well as a certain kind of artificial beauty. Her appearance is often comparable to a porcelain doll, which is, again, a common feature among The Gentry. It creates a sense of anonymity, to the point where, with the changes in a person's outfit from day to day, it can become impossible to recognise one of the Gentry as one seen before. This adds another level of protection against would-be assassins - even if they were to discover the Duchess' true identity, it would still be very difficult to recognise them. Behind all the makeup and masquerade is a very different woman, in more than just appearance. Modest, brown hair that falls just past Charlotte's shoulders, a slight build and pale blue eyes. While her public appearance is the ultimate display of wealth and confidence, Charlotte's private self is a more unassuming character. Certainly not someone you'd expect to be leading one of the most dangerous criminal syndicates out there. Capabilities Charlotte carries an estoc and a cinquedea (a thin thrusting sword and a long, wide dagger). The shorter cinquedea is used for parrying blows and trapping an opponent's weapon, while the estoc is used in attack, and is adept at piercing metal armour. Both are heavily stylised and look extremely expensive, in keeping with The Gentry's style. Additionaly, though Charlotte is not especially strong, she is an expert in wielding both weapons, and extensive use of two weapons at once has rendered her ambidextrous. Of course, Charlotte is intelligent enough to wear a layer of leather armour underneath her clothes. Even a noblewoman is better off discomforted than dead. Personality As leader of The Gentry, Charlotte is the ultimate representation of what a member should be. She is polite and well-mannered, and has an excellent poker face even before her manner of dress is considered. She practically lives her life by the idea that there is a time and a place for everything, but realising this means everything has a correct time as much as everything has an incorrect time. She'll use violence and deception in equal amounts: whenever it is the correct time and place. She'll show off just as much as she'll keep secrets: whenever it is the correct time and place. She is powerful, and wealthy, and she wants to be more powerful, and more wealthy. The method does not matter to her, she just wants to see her organisation succeed.</s> <\|message\|>Arlgor Kull @Ciaran Lilly's thought that Kull was an idiot was liable to be her last. He could squat much more than he could bench, as can most strongmen, and as can be seen in olympic wresting just pulling down on someone is rarely enough to take them to the ground very quickly. It's why such martial arts as Sambo and shoot wrestling exist. He'd let his rear leg slide back an extra foot to widen his stance, allowing his lower center of gravity and superior balance keep him on his feet. As Lilly's helmet crashed against Kull's (he'd keep his head partially turned to maintain a line of sight with Dame), eliciting a heated snarl from him, she'd likely feel a sudden lance of hot pain in her neck, followed by a spreading coldness as black fuzz began dominating her vision, thought fleeing as her blood pressure steeply dropped. Having not the time to swing his axe down, it had still been raised near his right shoulder, so abandoning his previous attack pattern Kull opted to instead plunge the headspike of his weapon into her throat as she fell upon him with her counter attack, tearing open her throat through the gap in her open helm whilst her face was too close to his to see the danger from below, hence preventing her from trying to turn her head and bare the armored flanks of her helm into the way. As she was using both arms to grab Kull, they'd be of little use in saving her life as well. Hypovolemic shock would be almost immediate, the sudden lack of oxygenated blood in her brain resulting in rapid loss of motor control, killing her strength. Were this the case, Kull would, in a manner most timely, twist towards the Dame with a shove of his axe, letting the headspike schuck out of Lilly's neck as he directed her imminent fall into the path of his next foe, that the dying Amazon would tumble into the Dame if she got too close.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Elizabeth Encore Though Lillith demonstrated commendable bravery by attacking in such a manner, Charlotte couldn't say the same about her foresight. Certainly, though, their opponent was more skilled than either individual, so the logical step would be to rescue her ally, regardless of what Charlotte thought of her. She could use a claymore-swinging brute by her side, though at the moment the adjective was a little unsuitable. Though the action had been decided upon, the manner in which the action was to be performed had not. Charlotte had neither the strength, nor the endurance, nor even the opportunity to interpose herself directly, so that was out of the question. Of course, the disadvantage of using one weapon in two hands was that there would only be one item both to attack and to defend with. So, to prevent the attack, give cause for defence. The best defence is a good offense. It was with this reasoning that Charlotte once again closed the distance between herself Kull, swapping her cinquedea to a normal grip as she did so. Once she was within reach, Charlotte stabbed at Kull's left eye with the cinquedea (an estoc being to large to use at this range). In doing so, she offered her opponent a choice - kill Lillith but be maimed and possibly killed (should the cinquedea pierce his brain) before getting a chance to fight the Dame, or defend the blow with his weapon instead of attacking Lillith at all. Of course, there was always the possibility that Kull display his prowess again, and find a third, less obvious, solution. Despite their situation, and what he'd said, Charlotte couldn't help but be impressed by her opponent's capability even so early in battle. As she did this, Charlotte also held her estoc low, but pointing diagonally upwards, in order to make room for it and to have it ready to strike or defend.</s> <\|message\|>Arlgor Kull Kull, ever the stubborn aggressor, chose to finish his opponent and take his chances with the knife thrust at him. He wasn't very lucky. He stabbed the Amazon in the throat as she fell on him, but when he tried to divert his attention at the same time to evading that knife out of the corner of his eye by leaning his head back, it backfired. The broad blade sliced his left eye open and split his nose, filling his sinus cavity with blood. "GOOCH SUCKING SON OF A-!!" He whirled towards Dame and attempted to pitch the Amazon's body into her path, taking a quick step back as soon as he was able. This shit hurt, he had been half blunded and had gunky blood streaming down his throat from his damaged nose.</s> <\|message\|>Arlgor Kull Edited above post.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Elizabeth Encore It was an acceptable result. Lillith's death was regrettable, but her relevance to Charlotte had only ever been short-term anyway. As for Kull, he was injured and retreating, having chosen not to defend himself from Charlotte's stab. With any luck, the pain from the wound would be distracting enough for her to finish the job. If she had been able to continue her assault, Charlotte might have won the fight then and there. As it was, Kull had managed to use Lillith's body in defending himself, delaying Charlotte enough that this wasn't an option. Clever, but he was delaying the inevitable. Charlotte retreated two steps diagonally (to her left and backwards) as what was left of Lillith's massive bulk stumbled towards her, the body moving between them before falling and rolling once, a few feet to the side. Before it had passed, Charlotte moved into something akin to a sprinter's starting position, before darting forwards the moment the space was clear. Cinquedea once again in reverse grip, she held it close to her chest in left hand, her arm reaching across her body with her hand almost at her right shoulder, the weapon ready to parry as necessary. Meanwhile, the estoc was being used to stab once more, this time aiming for Kull's heart, using torque from an anti clockwise shoulder rotation to add power to the lunge.</s> <\|message\|>Arlgor Kull It was a situation Kull hadn't encountered before. An opponent who had thrown away their life to give their partner a fighting chance, even if it were unintentional. He'd not expected such audacity. Usually, he was the one who pulled the crazy shit. Kull hadn't time to bring his greataxe up for a swing, and it wasn't very convenient to defend against a rapier to begin with, so he opted for a less predictable solution. He pitched the huge bladed weapon headlong into Dame's legs as she surged up to him, letting her forward momentum take her to a world of pain before she got close enough to confidently stab him. She could still try, but she'd likely have to overextend and risk worse retribution. She was only lightly armored, her dress a pain in the ass, and she'd be hard pressed not to suffer severe gashes, torn ligaments, or damaged knees, depending on how she handled the counter. Either way, having an oversized battleaxe tossed head first into your legs really, really sucked. Most two handed weapons rarely exceeded seven pounds in weight, yet Kull's was three times that. It was made to create openings, to take advantage of those with common sense. It could only be wielded with about as much grace as a sledgehammer, but damned if it wasn't good for distractions. Few could look past the axe to see that the one holding it was a far more dangerous weapon. Dangerous, but still annoyingly loud. He spat a wad of blood out before starting off on a mid-fight rant. "GAH! SCREW YOU! WHO THE FCK EVEN ARE YOU!? THOSE BASTARDS ARE TRYING TO TURN ME INTO 'KULL THE WOMAN SLAYER', DAMMIT!! THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY EYE!?"</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Elizabeth Encore Charlotte cursed under her breath as the axe flew her way. Unorthodox, but it posed a clear threat to her, especially with the momentum she'd already gained. Abandoning the thrust, Charlotte attempted to avoid the huge blade by leaping over it, but it was already too late. Granted, she was partially successful, but the weapon was already too close to her, and she ended up with a gash across her right thigh as she'd failed to get that leg up in time. The sudden jump hadn't given Charlotte time to plan, and the new injury didn't help. As the Duchess landed, her injured leg fell out from under her, and she hit the floor ungracefully, just about keeping hold of her weapons as she turned the fall into a roll and stood up behind Kull. "I wouldn't tempt fate, swine. You might step out of this arena glad to hold that title. Better still, you might not step out of this arena at all." With that, Charlotte stepped in close, still behind Kull's left shoulder. In a reverse grip, she attempted to stab Kull's armpit (one of the typical weak points of plate armour) with her cinquedea, and after a moment's delay, strike him on the back of the helm with the pommel of her estoc in an attempt to stun him.</s> <\|message\|>Arlgor Kull Kull had learned many lessons during his career. Put your ass into your blows, sleep with your sword by your side, let anger guide your strength, not your decisions. The most important rule by far, however, was to never take your eyes off your opponent. Kull had only one eye, but that was still better vision than Dame had when she rolled. Kull transitioned smoothly, pivoting clockwise on his rear right heel as he whirled after his opponent, left foot shoving off the ground and lashing out like an inverted stake hammer. As Dame came to her feet, before she had the chance to stand she'd be abruptly greeted by Kull's clodhopper of a boot, potentially snapping her head back on its axis and shattering her jaw like glass. When she rolled, she'd have lost a steady line of sight with him, all he needed to catch her by surprise on the rebound unless she'd thought up a contingency plan for having her head punted like a soccer ball. He'd have his left hand open in low guard near his pelvis and his right fist clenched before his breastplate, likely originating from a common pugilistic orthodox stance. Perhaps Dame had expected Kull to grab for his spare weapons first, giving her time to go on the offensive whilst her opponent was unarmed. It could be a good mid-fight hunch, only, Kull's armored fists and feet were spare weapons, and he didn't miss a beat when he saw a chance to use 'em. He'd save his absurd, red-faced, throbbing vein in the forehead exclamation of violence until after he had done his darndest to mollywhop Dame, the better to not give away his attack with undue noise, another lifelong lesson he had once learned about the hard way. "FFFF**CK RABBIT!!"</s>	<\|message\|>Charlotte Elizabeth Encore Charlotte barely managed to turn her face away from the boot before it hit her, and she went sprawling again. Thankfully, her jaw didn't feel broken, though it was painful, and the chunk of metal she'd been struck with certainly hadn't made it nicer for her. To make matters worse, hitting the sand multiple times had gotten it lodged in every uncomfortable place possible, and something that could just as easily be a small stone as a tooth had been trapped in her clothing painfully. Charlotte couldn't wait to get this all done with. Having been knocked a few paces from her opponent, Charlotte stood up, more slowly this time, picking up her fallen weapons as she did so. So far, almost every attack she'd made against Kull had been met with a superior counter. Yet, he hadn't made an attack proactively at all. So, she gave him the choice. Stepping backwards, Charlotte did her best at a faintly amused smile, despite the pain in her leg and face. "You've proved you can defend yourself," she began "Now finish the job. Strike me down, be the victorious warrior once more. Be a man." With that, Charlotte settled into stance, cinquedea held close to her, just in front of her left shoulder, estoc low and in front, and her whole body side-on to Kull.</s>
<\|description\|>Silvia Age: 23 Race: Human Gender: Female Class: Pugilist Traits: Unarmed Specialist:The Pugilist is very good at getting the most out of her natural offensive abilities. Of course receiving a punch from Silvia wouldn't feel like the same from any old human thanks to a combination of strength training and technique. Fist weapons are also an option for Silvia. Cloth Only: Heavy armor would only weigh her down, and that is something Silvia couldn't exactly afford. On the flip side she is quite adept at evasion, and is undeniably agile enough to keep herself safe in place of conventional protection. Grappler: Half of the fight is to control the enemy, that's something Silvia is good at. She knows the right places to grab an opponent in order to disable him, and definitely has the strength to enforce her will. Granted she cannot take down a monster larger than her by many times, nor can she grapple anything that is particularly heavy. Then of course if she can't even get a hold on the enemy, be it made from slime, incorporeal, or shrouded in fire, as a few examples, then she can't grapple it in these cases either. Picture Reference: Physical Description: Silva isn't visually impressive at a average height and build. Other than a large scar at her torso her body is generally free from any blemishes. Her clothing is simple and nonrestrictive, the kind of stuff that will allow a full range of movement. The difference between the picture and reality; she wears actual boots instead of heels, and she doesn't wear a corset. Personality: Silvia is actually quite the friendly individual, not the happy go lucky type, but she isn't the one to brood. As what might be expected she is generally laid back, perhaps even lazy. While its true she would be perfectly content to lay about for weeks at a time, she can still get the job done when it's time. It isn't hard to become fast friends with Silvia, but it also isn't hard to enemies with her, then once that happens it can be hard to convince her otherwise. Along those same lines she has also been known to hold grudges, sometimes for years. Extra Details: At one point in her life Silvia meant to be trained as a magician, but obviously she had long wandered away from that path.</s> <\|message\|>Kaito Fen The cut, although not that deep, bothered Kaito and along with the pressure from his Shadow double, his concentration threatened to shatter. But he couldn't let it; he took this risk to put on a grand show, a few more scars on his upper body would be a fair price to pay for an exhibition like no other. And that thought pushed him harder, pushed him to ignore the pain welling from all the cuts and scratches on his body, and to ignore the blood streaming down his exposed half like rivulets. And so he danced with his mirror image, matching stroke for stroke, feint for feint. Although, he had to admit he noticed Shadow Kaito slowly gaining the upper hand the longer they fought, and if he continued with the same dance, he knew it'd be the end. Of course there existed the slight fear of how far Shadow Kaito was willing to take this fight – a thought that ran through his mind as he dodged and countered. Then, suddenly, he shifted into the Wrath of The Twin Dragons, all thoughts focused solely on pushing his counterpart and putting him on the defensive. He feinted, stepped back and continued the duel, turning round in large circles as the two of them danced. At the far end of the circle, just before he was about to complete a savage set of swings, he noticed Grey Skies laying down as though asleep. His eyes widened in momentary shock mixed with anger and humiliation. Enraged – and in one complete maneuver – he savagely parried a couple of attacks from Shadow Kaito, turned, sheathed his weapons, and walked out of the ring to collect his fallen swords barely recognizing that his wounds had suddenly somehow disappeared.</s> <\|message\|>Grey Skies The Shadow Kaito lowered his swords, and walked forward to the edge of the circle. Staring after its opponent, it dropped its swords, and disappeared, letting out a sigh like hissing steam. Grey had been observing through the shadows, watching through the eyes of her creatures. At the sudden change, Grey sat up, and her pillow and knives disappeared. Frowning, she watched as Kaito stalked out of the ring. After a moment of confusion, she pushed herself to her knees. With difficulty, she tried to stand up. An extended yawn escaped from her lips, her eyes fluttered, and she collapsed to the ground. The energy it had taken to maintain the Shadow Kaito- to even create it and the other creatures in the first place- was more than the girl could actually manage. That, coupled with her intense exhaustion, and the blood loss incurred from her rope-like burns on her hands, caused her loss of consciousness. She crumpled, hitting the floor with a sickening crunch. Her hood fell over to cover her face. The other creature, the dilapidated and monstrous figure, gradually shrank to the size of a kitten, hanging on to its form just long enough to crawl over to Grey, and curl up beside her. It dissipated into the air, like its fellow.</s> <\|message\|>Silvia --- Silva let out a sarcastic laugh. "Yeah, I'll be so scared if you were vaguely able to throw a punch and know which end is the sharp bit on a sword." She good naturally scoffed and sighed, staring up at the heavens like always. "Besides I don't think Kaito's style would fit you, he's all about fancy fast movements and spectacle. I don't think that describes a bit ol' brute like yourself, eh?" She playfully gave him a light kick from where the laid. "Hope you don't mind being called a brute, Gareth." After that she fell silent for a while longer, it seemed that Gray had finally passed out. Silvia wasn't too surprised that Kaito won, and in a small way was somewhat glad that the duel had finally ended. Still seeing as their Master hadn't declared the next match up yet she was more than content to stay put. As if she didn't see the match end, she turned to the other man. "Say, Gareth? What sort of jobs are you looking forward to doing? You out to help the little people, or do you want to claim glory for yourself?" She posed the question to the berserker.</s> <\|message\|>Shandria (Dragonkin lack surnames) Shandria pulled herself up and looked around, scouting the area as if she was just going to up and spot the Guild Master's daughter while she herself could not. The eyes of a dragon were good... but the eyes of Artura were good too. She pulled herself up and stretched with a yawn. The fight watching was fun but, now that the first fight was over the Dragonkin wasn't as interested. The second fight hadn't started, and so she had time... though she was sure the next two would start fighting the moment she was out of eyesight. She tapped her fingers on her thighs, wondering where to look first. She'd have to check the guild... if the girl wasn't off somewhere else entirely. She walked off, waving her hand with only a short "Yeah yeah I'll sniff her out." With that, she was off. She started checking the oddest of places. Every broom closet, every crawlspace. You never know... She worked from the most unlikely places to the most likely, until finally she was opening the doors and peeking into bedrooms to see if she was in one of the guest beds perhaps. In a matter of about ten minutes she had every single room checked except for the girl's own bedroom. Or was it the Guild Master's room? She didn't know, but it was time to find out! She turned the knob and peeked in, eyes adjusting to the dark as necessary and peeking around. If the girl wasn't in here... then she wasn't in the guild at all. And if the girl was in the room, Shandria would sneak in ever so quietly with the stealth of a dragon... just, not a dragon... and come up to the bed only to pounce onto it with a bounce and a quick "It's time to rise and shine as the humans say!" (Unless she had been found somewhere prior to checking the bedroom. Just assuming a usual -still asleep- deal.)</s> <\|message\|>Gareth Hund @Bell --- Gareth could only smile bitterly at being called a brute, but he couldn't say the name was undeserved. He watched the fight, sympathizing with Kaito as he stormed out of the arena to retrieve his blades. Although in his eyes, Kaito had lost the match since he had left the marked arena, he wasn't entirely convinced of whom the victor in a real fight would be, thus his features formed a slight, dissatisfied pout. Gareth stood up with a sigh, patting off his trousers, "I take whatever I can get." He answered Silvia with a wink over his shoulder. "Now, let's see if we can't help tuck the shadow girl into bed, she's fought hard and I believe it to be well past her bedtime. Who knows, we might even free up the space for a bout of our own." Gareth proposed as he walked towards the flagged arena. While moving towards the circle, he waved at Artura with an attentive greeting, "Good morning, Guild Master. Could Silvia and I possibly make a bid for the next fight?" His amiable smile turned into a wolfish grin at the thought of imminent fighting, Gareth's canines bared.</s> <\|message\|>Silvia @Bell --- Silvia grinned with clear enthusiasm and in one movement quickly jumped onto her feet, literally so. She accompanied Gareth as they approached their Guild Master, she was feeling pumped about the prospect of a good fight. From her conversation with the man she was convinced it'll be a great duel, and while perhaps she felt a tad mismatched with the berserker, she definitely wasn't going to let these tiny, nagging feelings get in her way. When they were in talking distance with Artura she gave her own friendly wave. Then after her soon-to-be sparring partner suggested they take the next fight, she imminently nodded to show both her agreement and approval. "Yeah pretty much, I'm damn excited to take on Gareth in the ring." Her smirk alone was enough to convey the genuine feelings of her words.</s> <\|message\|>Artura Saorise Artura bounced her leg crossed over the other, fingers tapping together as she watched the fight. Not the best outcome, she would have preferred if both sides were taking it more seriously. Kaito seemed more insulted than honored by the outcome. Maybe she would step in personally to give him a better fight than someone who was already ready to fall asleep. Either way, as the two approached she looked down at them with a shrug. "I don't see why not. The most likely to win are the enthusiastic, even if not entirely assured. Nothing more enthusiastic than approaching and asking to be next." She stood up and called out to all who were watching. Not even the onlookers knew what to make of the outcome of the first round. "Next will be Gareth versus Silvia." Looking back to the two she added "Take it seriously, that last fight was just a little disappointing. It's hard to bond with someone when you insult them in combat. With Shandria off to find her daughter, Artura sat back down, one leg over the other and tapped her fingers on the armrest. A few members of the guild who were on healing duty came forward to lift Grey up and remove her from the ring. The moment she passed the flags any wounds would be healed, and more importantly she would have just as much energy as she had when she entered, maybe giving her just enough energy to wake up and go find a real bed somewhere.</s> <\|message\|>Grey Skies Grey sat up, after exiting the ring, and looked up at Artura. Slightly more refreshed, though still quite tired, she yawned. Pulling the hood off of her head, Grey frowned, staring at the Guild leader. She spoke, her voice barely carrying loudly enough to be heard across the field. "I could contribute nothing more, without endangering myself. He abandoned the fight. That is a great insult, to my honor." Maintaining eye contact for a moment, Grey decided not to speak any more. Casting her gaze downwards, she began to walk. She raised a hand to her neck, massaging the knots out of it. Annoyed and frankly angered, Grey was legitimately confused, and the frustration was evident through her calm. Well aware of her limits, and of the dangers of overextending herself, she accepted the win by default, but did not revel in it. Almost gliding along the ground, her legs completely covered by her robe, she retreated from the field. Once inside, Grey walked to her own quarters, where her cot was waiting. Too mad to sleep, she sat on her cot, crossing her legs, and staring at the blank wall. Her door was little more than a curtain, and it waved slightly in the air currents drifting through the room. She grabbed her Oud, and held it in her lap, deciding to practice for a little while. As far as she knew, everyone had gone to watch the fight; this would be a perfect time to rehearse a few songs. She closed her eyes, and quietly played, almost meditative in her practice.</s> <\|message\|>Gareth Hund @Damiann47@Torack --- Gareth nodded happily as Artura affirmed that the next bout would be his, brushing past Silvia with a grin, "Don't worry Guild Master, I'm not usually one to disappoint. Let's have fun, Silvia." He undid the pin to the harness on his back that held his 3 blades, allowing them to fall to the ground outside of the ring. Gareth waved towards Kaito as he passed, helping him pick up one of the blades stuck into the grass. Facing Kaito, he pushed the sword forward as if it were an olive branch, "You're ability is as skillful as shadow girl's are peculiar. Perhaps we'll have an opportunity to exchange pointers later." He offered in a more sympathetic tone. With that being said, Gareth leaped into the ring and punched his fist to his palm, strands of green light shuddering out from the impact, his wolfish grin returning to his face in full force. "Let's do this."</s>	<\|message\|>Silvia Silvia wasted no time in getting into position, standing right across from Gareth. She raised an eyebrow, "Huh, so you decided to take me on with your own two fists?" The Pugilist shook her head and sighed, although she didn't seem to be upset in the slightest. "You may have magical punches, but don't forget that you're going against me. Alright, Gareth. Let's have some fun." At that she smoothly transferred into a combat stance, and turned to face with her left side with both fist clenched. She wanted to see what the berserker would do first, so instead of taking the first strike she waited instead.</s>
<\|description\|>Misty Age: 4 years old Looks: Position in Pack: Alpha Female Personality: A bit temperamental and not trusting of anyone outside of her pack, she can however be gentle and kind to those in her own pack when they need her. She firmly believes that the needs of the pack should always be put before the needs of any individual member.</s> <\|message\|>Amber "Hmm..." Amber approached the cave and sniffed at the air. She took a few steps further in and sniffed at the ground. "Well," She said as she turned back to Klondike, "I don't smell anything in there. It looks kind of small though." She glanced back at the cave. It was too dark to see very far in. "Maybe we should go see where it leads," She suggested.</s> <\|message\|>Misty "What? What is your idea?" Misty asked her sister, a bit surprised by her suddenly jumping to her feet.</s> <\|message\|>Lila "The tigers! You know the saying, the enemy of my enemy is my friend? Maybe the tigers would agree to a temporary truce!" Lila said, pacing her den.</s> <\|message\|>Misty Misty didn't like the sound of this idea. "Are you sure you know what you're saying? These are tigers we're talking about! They might just try to kill us."</s> <\|message\|>Lila "Misty, I won't leave our home until I know I've done everything I could to protect it," Lila said. "If it helps, I'll go alone so there's no danger of losing anyone else in the pack if the tigers don't share the same sentiment."</s> <\|message\|>Misty Misty shook her head. "No, you won't go alone. If you refuse to leave then I have no choice but to stay and try and keep the pack safe. I'm going with you to talk with the tigers. I'm the alpha female after all. I should be the one to go."</s> <\|message\|>Lila "It's because you're the alpha female that you shouldn't go. Postremo wouldn't be happy if you left without him knowing," Lila said.</s> <\|message\|>Misty Misty sighed. "I guess you're right. But that doesn't mean that I like you going on your own. I think you should at least take someone else with you."</s> <\|message\|>Lila "Going alone will be simpler, I'm actually hoping to run into Kava, she was the most pleasant out of them," Lila said. Kava was an older tigress who lived at the edge of the tiger territories. She was brusque and rude but at least she'd hear you out before deciding to kill you.</s> <\|message\|>Misty "If you're sure then I won't try and stop you. I'll make sure to keep everyone here safe while you're gone." She just hoped that the humans didn't try anything before they knew if the tigers would help or not.</s> <\|message\|>Lila "I'll leave in a while, make sure no one tries to follow," Lila said. "And if I run most of the way, I should get there by tomorrow morning."</s> <\|message\|>Klondike "Alright, Amber. Let's check it out" Klondike squeezed himself down the hole and into the cave. It was roomier than he had imagined it would be.</s> <\|message\|>Renzo As Renzo reached a far enough place and he couldn't detect any more scents that came from human, wolf or tiger he put the tube down. "Now... let's see here..." He examined it and saw the arc like thing on the bottom. He tried to reach out to it but he couldn't simply because his paw couldn't fit. He sat down. "Now... if I remember correctly..." He muttered to himself while looking at the arc like thing. He saw the humans with their hands in it so is it possible that that thing is used to make the tube pop?</s> <\|message\|>Misty Misty nodded. "Alright, I'll keep everyone here and if they ask I'll tell them that you're scouting for me. Good luck, Lila."</s> <\|message\|>Renzo Renzo, having no luck whatsoever with the rifle, picked it up again and headed back to camp just in time to see Lila leaving. He watched as she left alone and he headed inside. Renzo saw Misty so it was probably just a scouting trip. He dropped the rifle on the ground and headed outside. "Hey Misty, I'm gonna head out for a bit." He said.</s> <\|message\|>Misty Misty sighed once Lila was gone. She wasn't happy about her sister's plan, but she knew how stubborn that Lila could be and there was no stopping her once she had her mind made up. Just then, she heard Renzo say that he was going out for a bit. She poked her head out of her den. "Alright, but don't stray too far from the dens and watch out for those human traps!"</s> <\|message\|>Lila Lila ran until she was tired, moving to lay under a thicket to rest. It would probably be night in a couple hours and it'd take the better part of tomorrow to reach the tiger territories so it was probably a good idea for Lila to stay where she was for the night, maybe get a bite to eat. Lila sighed and laid her head on her paws, closing her eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Em Em had been sleeping in an abandoned den for quite some time now, she would hunt mostly early in the morning only rabbits and small animals because she was a bit frightened to hunt for the bigger animals. She sniffed the air and growled lowly on the scent of hunters and wolves, her skinny body slinked through the area with cation, she spotted a wolf hiding by a thicket not too far from her she laid low and watched over her as it seemedto have fallen asleep. Though Em wasnt a wolf she looked like one and could blend in with a pack if she could but, no pack has taken her just yet. Em was strong and could take care of herself.</s> <\|message\|>Renzo Renzo followed Lila's scent. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he became worried. It wasn't good for a wolf to be alone at a time nearing night with humans up and about. He knew that he was leaving without permission but hey, you have to break the rules once in a while right? It had been a long time since he was running but he has a lot of stamina. Once he saw the familiar white coat, he slowed to a stop. "And what are you doing alone?" He asked.</s> <\|message\|>Lila Lila stirred as a new scent drifted to her nose. It smelled like a pup but what was a pup doing out on its own? She lifted her head and looked around, spotting Renzo. "I'm scouting for Misty. What are you doing here, you should be back at the dens," Lila said, standing and sniffing out the pup's hiding place. "Come on out little one, we have no interest in hurting you," She said.</s> <\|message\|>Amber Amber followed Klondike down into the dark cave. She still was having trouble seeing in the dark, but she could tell the cave was larger than she had thought. She still didn't feel very convinced, however. They weren't sure how long they'd have to be away, and this cave felt less than practical. "Well, this might work. Do you want to keep looking around, Klondike?" She asked uncertainly.</s> <\|message\|>Em Em Growled softly at the other wolf at first taking in both of their scents, Recognizing them as peaceful wolves she didn let her garddown though becasue she knew the could harm her if they really wanted to. "My names Em, i got seperated from my.. uh pack a long while ago" She said and looked off into the distance kinda sadly but gave them a wolfy smile</s> <\|message\|>Renzo "Yeah, no. I am not going to leave you alone." Renzo said firmly and it was clear that he won't leave. He then turned to Em, the pup. "Separated? How unortunate." He pointed out.</s> <\|message\|>Lila Lila gave Renzo a look from the corner of her eye. "And just why not? Seriously, you really should go back," She said then looked to the pup. She didn't look like any kind of wolf she had seen but then again, she and Misty were the only white wolves in the pack. "Well, we can't just leave you on your own. Are you hungry?"</s> <\|message\|>Klondike "We can keep looking if you want" Klondike replied. Suddenly, he smelled something. "Wait... is that-? Do you smell it too?" He thought he had caught the scent of humans. It had not been present before, so either the wind had carried it into the cave, or humans were on the move not too far away.</s> <\|message\|>Renzo "You're alone... in the night and headed towards the Tiger territory, I had think you need at least one wolf for company." Renzo said before looking at the pup again waiting for her answer.</s> <\|message\|>Em Em began to step forward and saying "I am hungery, and instead of just one wolf how about two?" she said wagging her tail confident and happy. Maybe now i wont be so alone She thought to herself and for some reason wanted to howl, she hadnt dont that in such a long time she almost missed it. Because being alone and trying to stay hidden wasnt very easy if she was howling, And anyways she didnt have anyone to howl to. She just wanted to help and proove that she was strong and not so Little</s> <\|message\|>Renzo Renzo looked at the cub. "You want to come too? You sure, looks like she's heading to tiger territory. Pretty dangerous but if you think you can handle it, I have no arguments there." The older wolf said, seeing how excited the wolf cub was. "What's your name?"</s> <\|message\|>Amber Amber whipped around and faced the entrance of the cave. She lifted her nose and sniffed at the air. The fur on her back stood on end. "Oh no..." She whispered. She crawled back up through the tight cave entrance and stuck her head out. The smell was strong. She didn't see anything around yet, so she assumed the wind was picking up the scent. She quickly crawled back into the cave. "Klondike, what are we going to do?" She asked, slightly panicked.</s> <\|message\|>Lila Lila looked at Renzo and flattened her ears going to sit by Em and wrapped her tail around the pup protectively. "Are you insane? We can't bring a pup into tiger territory, which is why I left on my own because I am going to tiger territory. No, we get her something to eat and then you are taking her back to Misty," Lila said, her tone firm.</s> <\|message\|>Renzo "Look at her." Renzo said. "She looks like she wants to go. Besides, if she survived this long, a trip to tiger territory would probably be a breeze." The older wolf continued. "But the real choice is up to her whether she wants to go with us to a dangerous place such as the tiger territory or go back to a safer location, our dens."</s> <\|message\|>Lila "Surviving here on her own is one thing, tigers are something completely different. And there is no us, I am going alone," Lila said.</s> <\|message\|>Renzo "Why are you so insistent on going alone?" Renzo asked. "I doubt you can protect yourself when two... three tigers go at you at once." He continued. "But whatever you want. Don't tell me I didn't warn you. I'll escort this pup back home then." The older wolf said, nudging the pup to follow him.</s> <\|message\|>Lila Lila let out an irritated growl. "I am going alone because I didn't want to risk anyone else getting hurt. And you are the most infuriating wolf I have ever known, it will be dark soon, traveling back is too dangerous. Just help me find a deer to kill and bring back."</s> <\|message\|>Renzo Renzo just remained silent and neutral. "Hey, I'm not the one who has a crush on an infuriating wolf." He said in an attempt to fluster her before standing up and then looking back to the direction of their dens. "I managed to spot a deer trail near here although I do smell another towards tiger territory. Choose one."</s> <\|message\|>Lila Lila narrowed her eyes. "Well, you aren't as clueless as I thought at least," She said then stood. "The one closer to the dens is a few days old so looks like we go further. Good thing tiger territory is still almost a day away."</s> <\|message\|>Renzo "Yeah, I'm not." Renzo said before agreeing. "Yeah. Lead the way then Lila." He said then looking back at the pup. "Wait, what are we going to do with her?"</s> <\|message\|>Lila "She tags along and watches. Now she can start learning how to hunt," Lila said, putting her nose to the ground to sort out the different scents.</s> <\|message\|>Renzo "I think she knows how to hunt considering that she did survive but your choice." Renzo said and just watched as she sorted out different scents. "Tell me if you found any alright? I wanna see how you guys hunt nowadays." He has seen her hunt before but that was moons ago.</s> <\|message\|>Lila "But she's too young to know how to take down big game. I hope you still remember," Lila said then lifted her head once she found the trail. "The herd headed for the meadows."</s> <\|message\|>Renzo "That is true." Renzo said as he looked at the pup. "Alright, let's go." Renzo said gesturing Lila to take the lead.</s> <\|message\|>Klondike "We need to get back to warn the others!" Klondike replied, dashing away from the cave as fast as his paws could take him.</s> <\|message\|>Amber Amber paused for a moment, stunned, then darted after Klondike. "K-Klondike, wait up!" She cried out. She struggled to keep up with Klondike. She didn't expect him to run out so quickly. She felt her heart skip a beat as she smelled a second smell approach. She heard something behind her, a voice, but she didn't dare turn around to see what it was. She instead concentrated on keeping up with Klondike's pace.</s>	<\|message\|>Misty Misty could smell the strange scent of humans not far off. She was growing very nervous with the majority of the pack away from the dens. She just hoped that all of them made it back safe and sound before something terrible could happen.</s>
<\|description\|>Aquilan Reluvethel Gender: Male Height: 6'2 Age: 415 Race: Elf Birth Continent: Titan Description: Quil appears to be like any other male elf. He has fair complexion, regal stature, a heart shaped face with an aristocratic nose and of course, pointed ears that are characteristic of his race. But what sets him apart from the whole elven population is his red eyes and red streaked black hair. He wears a black dragon scale armor hidden beneath a blood red cloak. Personality: Quil is reserved and quiet. He prefers to keep to himself and avoid interaction with other people be it humans, dwarves or elves. He rarely smiles and can be described as stoic and emotionless. Due to what he had gone through in his early years and due to losing his family, he had learned that he only has himself to depend on. And because of this, he is hard to trust others as he also doesn't expect people to trust him. When spoken to, he would answer as briefly as possible or not at all. History/Backstory: Quil is the last descendant of the long line of Reluvethel elves, a race of elves that has exceptionally potent healing capabilities and elemental affinity. These elves were commonly employed as healers or as enhancers. Enhancers are elves who harness the elements to help with agriculture, industry and the Academies. Quil used to look like most Reluvethel elves when he was younger. His hair had been pure black and his eyes had been clear blue. What changed his appearance was an event that would unfold at a later age. At an early age, Quil had manifested excellent affinity with fire and had several times attracted a rare phoenix to himself while he had been training with his father in the woods. Lafarallin Lathlaerin, the head of Elswin Academy of Magic, had witnessed this and formed a hypothesis in his head. He convinced Kelvhan Reluvethel, Quil's father, to have his son sent to the Academy for study and to be able to hone his elemental skills that he may be an Enhancer when he comes of age. With Kelvhan's consent, Quil was sent to Elswin and progressed steadily under the tutelage of Lafarallin. But the older elf had something else in mind. His true intention was to fuse the phoenix to the elf, in the hopes of granting the young elf a greater power. His reasons for this was unknown but Quil would later conclude that Lafarallin had interest in politics and that he was one of the old elf's experiment to further his own ambitions. Eventually, Lafarallin's hypothesis proved true. He was successful in fusing the elf with the phoenix but not without consequences. Quil's appearance changed. His veins, filled with flame from the creature, gave him a more potent healing ability and greater control over fire. But with this enhancement, he became unstable mentally. The creature had not fused with him as Lafarallin had thought. It was as different entity and it was not pleased in being trapped in another's body. Quil could hear its thoughts, he could feel its anger, its frustration. He could feel it trying to get out, trying to find a way to separate itself from the elf. The constant struggle for control took its toll and eventually made his enhanced abilities unstable. In a moment of weakness, Quil unleashed a wave of flame so strong that he managed to burn down most of Lafarallin's associates. Lafarallin soon ordered Quil be imprisoned in a cell built under the Academy. Fearing that his experiment would be discovered, he commissioned assassins to annihilate all Reluvethel elves. Centuries imprisoned with only four walls as company gave Quil more than enough time to meditate and he soon found peace with the creature inside of him. The old elf Lafarallin eventually passed away leaving his son, Thalandil, to continue his studies. Thalandil took a chance and released Quil experimentally into society. Exposed to people so suddenly, Quil bordered on instability again. And so before he could wreak havoc, Thalandil decided to send Quil to Crator Island with the order to find out everything he can about its secrets in exchange for his freedom. Crator Island would be the perfect place to exile Quil. If Quil manages to succeed, then it would bring glory to the Academy, Thalandil and his father's name forever immortalized in history. But if Quil perished in the island, then it would just benefit the Academy to be rid of an experiment the King had no knowledge of. The transport was perilous as the waters near the island roiled and bubbled in fury. The ship carrying Quil was tossed around until it was almost capsized. The ships crew, afraid for their lives, tossed Quil into the unforgiving water and left him to fare for his own. Dragged down into the dark blue depths, Quil surrendered himself to the darkness. But he found himself washed up on the beach of the very island he was ordered to explore. Etc: Quil's only weapon is a plain sword he would later temper and imbue with fire.</s> <\|message\|>Aquilan Reluvethel Quil's sharp eyes shifted from admiring the drow to the dwarven ship. The wreck, he noted was actually an airship and not a sea faring vessel. The hull was intact in most parts but the breach just beneath the top deck was probably what caused it to crash. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out from where he was standing the emblem that was painted on the hull. The paint was faded but it was still visible. It looked familiar but Quil couldn't quite place where he had seen it before. Dismissing the thought for the meantime, he turned his attention to where he was going. He was at the hull breach's edge when he heard the Drow's commanding voice. "No, I do not think that this ship ran aground by coincidence," he commented as his eyes fell on the hole opposite the one he came in from. "Something shot it out of the sky from the way its damages look. Of course, I can always be wrong," he said before turning away to do as she commanded. He did, after all, promised to do as she said. Gathering firewood was an easy task as there was plenty lying round. It took Quil only several minutes to have enough firewood gathered and pull the small supply boat to where the wreck was.</s> <\|message\|>(first and last.) The sun was already at an angle in the sky as the time passed. Zarriia would be startled as two doves fled their roost from one of the nearby beams that had separated from the decking above. The lids of the barrels were easy enough to split, revealing what looked and smelled like dwarven ale. She would have no idea if the stuff was sour or not, but it was something worth finding. If nothing else, the barrel would offer a easy place to store rainwater. The several tied down crates were harder to get into. Telling Aquilan to gather firewood, she would set to work. The rope holding down the crates was still very strong, which means that it would be a waste to cut it. Maneuvering the ropes to the edges of the crates, she was able to pry the lid off of one of the crates in the time it took Aquilan to gather a healthy bundle of firewood and move the small boat up the beach. Aquilan would set out to gathering driftwood and planks to prepare for whatever night may hold. He spent very little time picking up the light wooden planks that were littered about the beach, however a strange ship managed to catch his eye. This boat was made out of ironwood, making it's hull glow a different color in the rising sun's light. The symbol of a dove in flight was visible on the upside down ship's bow just before the sandline. Something about the ship seemed to cause him pause. Though there was little time for exploring at the moment. He moved on after dropping off the firewood to move the dinghy up the beach where the drow had requested. Aquilan would note that this boat was a lot heavier than it looked. Dragging it up the beach proved to be a slight challenge, however it was doable without too much exertion. After dragging the boat up the beach, he would not the drow has managed to open one of the unravaged crates. Inside of this crate was a sight that would normally be appalling to Zarriia. Dwarven military rations. The crate was packed with them, more than enough to last her and the elf for the greater part of two weeks should they eat nothing else. Not to mention there were two more crates tied down with this one.</s> <\|message\|>Zarriia Ma'doc The Drow glanced up at the doves before dismissing them as not a threat. They were merely doves, but doves meant food. Tempting as it was to string her bow and hunt, it wasn't the time. Not yet. They had supplies, and if worst came to worst she'd resort to eating the elf. It was a horrible thing to do but it was a matter of survival. Zarriia was nothing if not a survivor. The ale would be useful, though not as a drink. It would not be worth while. Better to use it as a weapon, or fuel if it resorted to that. Wedging the ropes off she steadily worked it off the lid, pulling it off quickly. Her sword was ready to attack any threat or deflect it. Letting the ropes remain on the other two she replace the lids and began to dig a pit of the fire. Adjusting it so it was higher on the side with a clear veiw of the beach. "Put the wood for the fire in there. Stack the rest in the boat to help weigh it down." She looked at the spare entrance, checking both the time and weather as she did so. "Don't drink the ale, may be of use later. Three boxes of rations." Her voice gave a deep chuckle. "You have a affinity with fire. Something comes up, dump ale on them and set it on fire." She grinned with a violent glee. "Sounds like a warm bonfire."</s> <\|message\|>Aquilan Reluvethel Quil silently complied with the Drow's commands, his mind on the ironwood wreck on the beach. The insignia on it was strangely familiar to him the way the dwarven emblem was. But he couldn't quite figure out where he had seen it or why it even mattered. Because it symbolizes the civilization you desire to return to, the ellegant voice in his head declared. Is that it? Is that the only reason why I think it's familiar somehow? Quil thought back. Normally, he would have spoken out aloud but he was in close proximity of the drow and he didn't want her to know of his unique situation. He dumped firewood into the pit that the drow had made and the rest into the dinghy. When the phoenix didn't answer, he thought to ask another question. Do you recognize the signs? A haughty voice answered. I do not concern myself with mortal made symbols. Quil sighed just as the drow's sharp voice cut through his thougts. "You have a affinity with fire. Something comes up, dump ale on them and set it on fire." He looked towards the barrel filled with dwarven ale and shrugged his shoulder. He was never really fond of dwarven ale anyway. "As you wish," was all he said. He paused as he quickly reassessed his situation. A drow that would no doubt kill him if she wanted. A phoenix that offered her help but at the same time probably wanted nothing more than to see him dead so she can be free. The leader of the Academy that sent him to the island under the pretense of a scientific mission but in truth wanted him dead. An island that shows no mercy and brought death upon anyone unlucky enough to set foot on its shores. Everything seemed to point to death. Wonderful, he thought sullenly. Surviving may greatly depend on working together with his dark skinned kin. "My name is Aquilan. May I know yours?" he asked in a polite tone of voice.</s> <\|message\|>(first and last.) The sky was absent of clouds as the sun was perhaps two hours away from being directly overhead. Time passed quickly as they scavenged the beach, work no doubt distracting the two elves from the horrid thoughts of death… well, perhaps distracting Aquilan. The fire pit took a while to make as Zarriia had to cut away pieces of the floor so that the wood beneath the fire would not catch flame and burn their shelter to the ground. The sand beneath offered the mound required to stack against the wooden floor. The slight slant to the floor offered an open view of this fire pit to the beach, though not a single ship had washed ashore or passed by during their time so far. As Zarriia filled the firepit with wood and situated the inside of the ship so that they could use it as a shelter, Aquilan would take note of just how desperate his situation was. He had worked to stack the driftwood and planks in the boat to block the other entrance as the drow had previously instructed, making only one entrance to this ship in which a fire pit had been erected near. The deck had a large grated door which would be opened when cargo would be loaded, meaning that the smoke would not be trapped within the hull. This shelter seemed to be quite perfect, however there was a new feeling that overtook both of the elves just as Zarriia would respond to Aquilian's request for her name. A feeling that something was watching them.</s> <\|message\|>Zarriia Ma'doc The sun was yet rising, the day was young and filled with possibilities. Zarriia looked at the imposing cliff side and frowned with a puzzled expression. "My name is Aquilan. May I know yours?" The words broke her concentration upon the dunes of sand and the many scraps of boats. They would need better shelter, a steady source of food. And various other things. Glancing back at the elf, her face looking rather young and blankly open for a small second before her eyes sharpened and her lips twitched down in a frown. What good would her name do them? But then again it was a civil thing. She grumbled a Drowish curse, turning back to look at the dunes. Stalking off across the dunes. "Zarriia Ma'doc." Not looking for a reply she walked, taking note of ships and dismissing fire wood. Looking for more supplies and weapons. Or access to more ships, or other little cubbies hidden amongst the dunes of the beach.</s>	<\|message\|>Aquilan Reluvethel Zarriia Ma'doc. Quil repeated the name in his head to remember. He would have said something else but an overwhelming feeling of someone... or something watching them made him stop. He looked around, his sharp, crimson eyes scouring the area for any sign of life or danger. Sand, the sea, the wreckages, the cliff... Nothing had changed. Nothing was there. Nothing moved. What do you know of this island, Lady? I am sure you have far greater knowledge than both the Drow and I, he asked silently, hoping that the phoenix would have some sort of information that could help. I have little knowledge about this island as it is not a place I would venture out to. My kind avoid it at all costs, came her reply. "Another dead end," he mumbled to himself as he tried to shake off that uneasy feeling. He continued looking around, his right hand on the hilt of his sword, ready for combat if the situation called for it. I would advise that you be wary. Your feeling is not without cause.</s>
<\|description\|>Henry Makokis Pilot Appearance: Henry is an interesting sort. Niether tall and muscular, nor short and stocky. He is a decent 6 feet tall, with a whip like build, quick both physically and mentally. His skin is a leathery red of a person who is used to spending long hours out in the strong sun. Once upon a time his hair was a dark and long black, but now it's a salt and pepper black and grey. What doesn't look like he's been weathered, is his piercing dark eyes. Eyes that seem to stare into a person's soul. A First Nations man of Canada of distinguished appearance. His hair is always cut back into what is called "The Warrior's Braid" a long hefty braid of hair that travels down his back almost to his waist. Personality: Henry is a approachable man. Kind, thoughtful, welcoming. He will be just as likely to crack a obscure joke as he is to start intoning some strange old take of the Cree Peoples. He's an intelligent man, holding Doctorates in Biosciences, Mathematics and Astrophysics. Making him quite educated and erudite. But he'd sooner debate the Edmonton Oilers and the Calgary Flames then whether or no Betelguese is about to go super nova. Backstory: The Great Union of First Nations Communities, a political and social conglomeration of all the American Indian and Canadian First Nations reserves and communities across the North American Continent. A united group for all First Nations people to live peacefully and in prosperity, as well as to have all the comforts and legal means that anyone ele may have. This came about after a long hard fight in political and social arena's around the north american continent and around the world even. Culminating in a massive showing and address with the UN several decades ago. It was a long and hard fought battle. But soon all the myraid number of reserves were recognized as a nation onto themselves. And this Crees and Creeks. Mohawk and Pawnee. Cherokee and Blackfoot. All alike were given the rights and all things they needed to join the rest of the peoples of the world in prosperity. To make sure they could keep this way, as time went on, the GUFNC employed their own defense forces. Helix Frames and small militia groups who patrolled their lands to keep it safe from people who would come in and misuse it. This is where Henry came in. From a young age, he always felt he's something more. Something a little more useful to the Union. A defender. What would be called a Brave among some of the nations. This is what Henry endeavoured to be for the GUFNC. It took a long time, what with his education he wanted to get. He was a slightly older 42 by the time he got his first HELIX Frame. But then when he did get it he declared he'd act as the defender of the rights of all the GUFNC no matter what happened. He spent many years defending the lands of the Saddle Lake, Kehewin and Smokey Lake communities before he was tasked with joining the Snowbirds, a representative from the GUFNC was needed and he was chosen by the Council of Elders and Matriarch. He packed up his belongings, and shipped his HELIX up to the location, arrive just a few mere hours behind it. He boarded up his HELIX and made his way to the Snowbird Base. Instead of defending the lands of his people. He's defending the vast north int he name of everyone. Misc Info: An adherent to the old customs, and spiritual beliefs of the First Nations peoples, he carries a coup stick with him everywhere he goes just in case. One of the first things he did when he arrived on base was to plant a War Post on the grounds of the base and bury the blade of a hatchet into it. Honoring his Mohawk cousin's ways in that moment. And he also offered a braid of sweet grass and a packet of tobacco to a local GUFNC community elder for their blessing. *Despite getting on in years, he's still quite spry. -------------------- HELIX Codename: The Brave Appearance: The Brave is a fast thin Frame model. One of the first Frames that was developed, built and produced exclusively by the GUFNC factories. It's black silver, blue and red frame is well armored for something with it's cross section. And sports the GUFNC mohawk crest on it's head section, made from silvered cabling welded onto the top and back of the head. The hands are extremely agile for a Helix frame of it's shape and size. Class: Medium, 14.5 meters tall Role: CQC, Mid range saturation, Mid range energy based Equipment: Head: The Tri-eye sensor array - Three blue eyes with omni directional sensors that pick up input in Visual, Radar and Infra-red Shoulders: Left - Five-barrel Heavy Gattling laser Cannon Right - Hi-Focus Heavy Plasma Lance (A energy weapon that super heats 3 foot long tungsten bolts then launches them in a tight blast) Back: Ordnance Interdiction system - A 20 round HELIX Frame sized trophy system that can track and pick off missiles, or rockets. Limited ammo, limited usage. Waist: Booster Jets for faster lateral and forward motion. Right Arm: Underslung Defuse-focus High Energy Laser cannon - Fast firing, low damage energy weapon Left and Right hands: The Coup System - Right Hand houses a Large Heated edge Helix Frame sized tomahawk. The Left Hand houses a combat knife, fitted to Helix proportions. Made from Titanium and Osmium composites. Long enough to pierce through the armor of a Frames core with a good amount of power behind it. Legs and feet: High output thrusters and jets designed to give The Brave high enough speed to cover distances quickly to close the distance with an enemy Frame and utilize it's Tomahawk and Knife to good effect. Or to put distance to use it's longer range weaponry.</s> <\|message\|>Henry Makokis A smile graces the First Nations man's face as he directs his attention to Julian. The well dressed young man speaking of his home, and his professions. That of a pilot and a mechanic. A trade, and a good one at that. He slowly nodded, listening and tapping the red tip of the length of wood to his bottom lip. After abit after Julian stopped talking Henry hummed softly, "Thrope's Pier. I can't say I know it. But it sounds ideal. Our home is always a vision of paradise for us. And your goal to make it and your family great again. Oh gaining rank, prestige and recognition. A fine goal. Just don't get lost in the quest for it. There are too many examples of people, men, women of many creeds and many peoples who get lost in a quest for glory. Not all of them come away from it with the greatest of rewards. Some...come away with the opposite. Rather then bathed in glory, they come out bathed in the blood of the innocent and shunned because of the evil they have done." He smiles, "But I'm sure a fine young man like yourself will be perfectly fine." He goes quiet for a time again before Henry speaks again, "As for us all being unique and thus making us all the same. There can be an argument against such an assumption. We may all have the unique traits of being HELIX pilots. But we are all our own seperate being, our personalities and up bringings and goals continue to make us unique despite being the same in the fashion that we are now compatriots." He nods sagely and whirls the painted and decorated length of wood tracing a brief spiral of red in the air. Henry hums, "I am not used to working in a large group like this Julian Brumbles. I am a Warrior, a Brave of the Grand Union of First Nations Communities. We have never had a standing army like United Empire or the Vertex. It's more along the lines of small groups of Warriors and braves protecting the borders of our ancestral lands." He smiles and taps the red tip of the piece of wood on the floor of the carrier, "This is what makes me unique. And the safety of the GUFNC, is what I strive for. My quest, much like yours." He points the length of wood, red tip first at Julian, "I'll count the coup, until my last day, for the safety of my peoples. My cousins."</s> <\|message\|>HELIX Frame Sheet The pilot over in the front smiles, a light chuckle escaping his lips. "We're rounding up on the base, it ain't the prettiest but she works well. I'm going to have to put 'er down on a landing pad a little far away from the main complex, the others are too slippery for this bird with this accursed storm. Go look outside a window or something, main complex is in the middle." The dropship cruises over a hill, revealing the base and all its sprawling components, SAM sites watching the skies for any intruder that dares come close. The base covered layered in white by the snow, a rather uninviting feel within the white hell of Alaska. It used to be calmer before the war broke out, but it's a dangerous bet living here regardless. The dropship circles around the base, switching to VTOL and slowly coming down, gear extending to kiss the ground softly, suspension compressing as the engines power down. The pilot looks back, eyeing the HELIX pilots one by one. "Not much time for sightseeing, aight? Cold and windy out here, best to get inside sooner rather than later." On the ground a dry red word can be seen inscribed upon the wall of the main complex, 'Snowbirds'. With a sharp eye, the motto 'United we hunt. Divided we strike.' is seen below the name. A somewhat cheesy motto for sure, but it serves the purpose quite well. Next to it, a contrasting black door is spotted, well that shows their way in. The other complexes close by seem to be warehouses and a communication station, housing the primary ways to reach out for assistance and reports. A large radar system stands upon another building, smaller ones dotted around the entire area. Armed to the teeth, and with the HELIX hangar being seen not too obviously connected to the main base, this place is surprisingly well hidden yet the feeling of fear could certainly be felt. This place is their home now, their new boss having certainly been here a while. Not to get too distracted, however, the pilot moves a hand to a switch on the side. "Opening her up now, get moving before y'all get bit by the cold." The switch is flipped, the rear door opening up, flipping downwards to form a ramp. Now it's their turn to move, their pilot having brought them all this way.</s>	<\|message\|>Henry Makokis Henry gave another smile at Julian then looked forward as the pilot broadcast to them. He hums and peers out the porthole next to him. He peers out seeing the white of the Alaskan tundra. And down as they flew lower, he could see the outlines of large grey buildings. What looked like a Radar dish and accompanying instruments for it. Warehouses and communications installations. He nodded slowly and as they started to settle in he could see the HELIX frame hanger attached to the main command building. likely their first destination. Though he had other things he needed to do first. As they settled in he grabbed a heavy and thick jacket, made from hide by the look of it. With white wolf pelt around the neck. He also grabbed a kit bag that sat under his seat, and then as they crunched to the ground he stood, and pulled a large 3 meter long quarter of a foot wide pole of wood out of the overhead netting. And with it over his left shoulder and over his right his bag he turned to the way out. "I'll see you all at the command center. I have something I need to do." He gave a wink then trooped out of the lander. His combat boots crunched in the snow as he made path towards the command building, but slightly to one side. To an open area that didn't seem to be used for much more then some old crates that hadn't been shipped out yet. A good place as any. Still took him a little to get there. He looked over his shoulder only once, to check if the others are moving yet. It really didn't matter in the end. They'd get there just like he would. Finally he reached the spot, there he kneeled in the snow and from his kit bag, he brought a broad bladed tomahawk. A length of solid birth wood made the handle, gleaming silvered steel made the head which had various sigils and runes etched into it, ontop of the damascus steel foldings in the blade. At the very end of the handle a length of what looked like bone. Hefty and thick, the handle wrapped with yellow, white, blue and red silk lengths and finally tied to the handle just below the steel head is a quartete of eagle feathers, two of them golden eagle the other two bald eagle. It's a masterwork of some GUFNC craftsman truly. With the hatchet Henry chops one end of the pole down to a point, it's rough and isnt't fancy but it works. He gets to his feet and with a cry of strength he buries the pole 2 feet down and even into the concrete below. He nods sagely and draws a circle around the pole in the snow with the handle of the tomahawk. It's fast then as he swings the tomahawk up, and buries the blade of the hand axe to the handle in the wood of the pole. A resounding war whoop rings out as Henry tilts his head back and whoops to the air. Once...then...another war whoop. Twice...and then finally a third war whoop pierces the air. The sound of the cries echoing off the walls nearby. He relaxes his body, and picks his kit bag back up, "The first step." Said mostly to himself but loud enough for anyone who was curious enough to follow along. Slinging his kit bag up over his shoulders again he makes for the command building again, calling out to anyone to hear, "Anyone who moves that pole or takes that tomahawk! I'll personally tan your hide! Respect the rituals!" He makes his way then to the nearest doors into the command building, figuring he may as well join the rest of the team inside. The Sound of youtube.com/watch?v=sv29DzgiXZA / youtube.com/watch?v=jM8dCGIm6yc and youtube.com/watch?v=-ML74J9Dq2U</s>
<\|description\|>Louisa Faye * Age: 23 * Gender: Female * Appearance: An tall young woman with short fair hair (apparently cut by herself or otherwise cut badly by someone else), a pale complexion and dull blue eyes. Her build is angular and muscular, with any fat that might have gone towards a charming feminine physique ruthlessly utilized elsewhere. * Personality: Louisa (or 'Lou' as she is more commonly known) is approachable, straightforward, and rational in her demeanor, but internally she is haunted by a constant feeling of malaise and dissonance with regards to the path her life has taken, as if her mind has never quite caught up to the massive and traumatic changes of the last five years (i.e. the world ending, moving to the other side of the world, and becoming an experimental bio-weapon), or as if by some vague yet terrible mistake she has ended up living someone else's story. As a result, she can appear distant, or uninterested, or forgetful, and it can take a while for others to make an impression on her. In a practical sense, this resulted in her scoring below average on the psychometric tests of leadership and psychostability issued during her induction to the mechframe programme. * History: Louisa grew up in an utterly unremarkable and featureless housing development somewhere in the English midlands. At 18, she was working part-time as an agricultural worker, whilst her few friends had left to attend university elsewhere in the country, and looking with anxiety towards a decidedly uninteresting future. Needless to say, her plans of small-town angst were cut short when the Warped appeared, and disaster after disaster after disaster followed. Her family was not among those lucky enough to be at the front of the queue of evacuees awaiting resettlement, and after almost two years of delays and confusion they ended up stuck in a temporary housing settlement when an outbreak of Warped swept through. Louisa was seriously injured, but not fatally, and with the queue of evacuees infront of them substantially shortened by the attack, within a week her family was abled to receive settlement inside the Greater London Fortified Zone. With the medical services under massive strain, Louisa was given rushed and largely inadequate triage surgery for her wounds, and kicked out with little more than a dose of antibiotics and a prayer. Almost miraculously - or, in hindsight, suspiciously - she seemed to recover successfully with incredible speed, and disappeared into the obscurity of the desperate millions clining onto civilization. Two years later, whilst receiving an X-ray for a fractured rib she received whilst working as a labourer on the city walls, she was surprised when a squad of men resembling a SWAT team in business suits unceremoniously black-bagged her and tossed her into emergency military quarantine. It turned out that whatever doctor had triaged her two years previously had not noticed, or at least not considered, the Echidna parasite well-established but apparently dormat in her body. The following months - was it a year now? - passed as a blur, as after threats of jailtime, medical experimentation, and exile were thrown around, Louisa met with a woman representing a Japanese organization launching some kind of scholarship programme targetted at rare parasitized but stable humans. She offered protection, evacuation and specialist training to Louisa, with apparently no strings attached. With weeks of isolation and a lifetime of boredom pressing on her mind, it was the easiest choice she had ever made. --- * Skills: Louisa does not have many party tricks. She had few hobbies before the end of the world, and fewer after. Her main penchant is her raw physical potential, possessing a strong naturally frame trained by (at this point) years of labour and occassional contact rugby with her local evacuee community team. In a professional capacity as a mechframe pilot, this makes her a reliable and competitive training partner. In an everyday capacity, this means she can... get the lids off jars with ease, carry heavy bags, and move furniture without any trouble. * Chi-Mechframe: Grendel + Appearance: + Abilities: The Grendel Chi-Mechframe was developed using a core taken from a monstrous, heavily armoured wyrm-like Warped, inspiring a bulky design with high-density plating. The frame is not designed to be maneuverable or fast, instead opting for sheer mass and defensive capabilities, allowing the user to pull off a high impact charge once or twice to insert them into the center of combat, and then giving them the protection to endure staying in place afterwards. In line with this, Louisa has trained in a static, highly defensive style of combat, opting to tie down enemies, get in their way, and otherwise provide openings for her teammates to do their thing. Grendel comes with an attuned heavy glaive, that can be thrown at short range and recalled to the mechframe. The glaive itself is configurable, extending either to its default glaive-configuration or retracting to form a cleaver sword. In essence, Grendel is uncomplicated and elegant, harnessing the Warped power of a Chi-Mechframe into a classic suit of frontline armour. * Other:: N/A.</s> <\|message\|>Xuan-Yu Lang Wait, Elise was actually going to get changed? Xuan-Yu rolled his eyes as she turned to leave, still rocking his own t-shirt and sweatpants combination. Maybe he just…won't expect her to be able to pick up any zingers from now on. What a serious kiddo. He scratched his head as she went off, leaving him with Louisa, who also seemed more than a little confused. "Naw, three's a party n all," Xuan-Yu replied. "I'm sure the folks downstairs wouldn't mind seeing another pretty face either." Verdict was still out there whether Lou was pretty, of course, but that wasn't the sort of jab he was planning on throwing right after a fight. Whatever thoughts he had, however, was disrupted by the near-catastrophic entrance of Hoshiko. The older man grimaced at the way she contorted her body in order to stabilize the boxes. At his age, considering his occupation, he was already feeling the youthfulness seep out of his own spine, so to watch that happen, her lower back bending out almost like a 'C' was painful, to say the least. He let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding, before helping receive the boxes of fried chicken with Elise. "Careful with your feet, wrecking ball," Xuan-Yu said. "Don't wanna be that top-heavy yet." With the VTOL loaded up and the others ready enough to go, all that remained was the hanger door. There was a spot of tension, of course. A hanging question mark as to whether the door would actually open or not, but Xuan-Yu was willing to take a hit his cross-country brothers: if it didn't open, it would open once Deathstalker kickstarted it. So they descended, the floating elevator taking the most direct route to the airfields that had been cleared out by the Japanese forces beforehand, with Xuan-Yu doing his due diligence with announcing codes and locations beforehand. With new advancements in how scouting functioned in the post-Warped world, security cameras being around the perimeter and surveillance drones being used to establish wider autonomous patrols meant that most who were on-duty and off-duty were more or less concentrated in the same camp. Convenient enough for his own purposes then. Night shifts were shitty enough. And of course, the first person they met was in fact quite shitty! While Elise fumbled with the introduction, Xuan-Yu opened up the back of the aircraft instead, allowing just a whiff of the still-warm chicken to waft out. He poked his head out from behind the VTOL next, a sardonic grin on his face. "Evening motherfuckers. The girls made too much chicken and no one even drinks up there. Airsickness and all, yeah? Anyhow, the big boss had the bright idea to send 'em off to the troops here, and here we are. Also super awkward to have just bounced the moment the operation ended, even with commander's orders n everything, so these lovely ladies here wanted to shake hands and chat with the boys too." He shot a wink at Elise and Louisa. "Anyhow, that's the gist of it. There a kitchen you've got for me to set up and portion things out in? Ain't enough to feed the whole army if it's a first-come-first-served deal, y'see."</s> <\|message\|>Norika Dulac Norika watched the others. It was good to see that they were in high spirits. Despite their differences, they seemed to gel well. However she still had her doubts about that pretty-boy Xuan-Yu. While Fukada was someone Norika might lose her temper with, she seemed kind enough. Maybe a little stupid, but kind. Xuan-Yu was definitely the type she'd "accidentally" shoot out in the field if he pushed her buttons enough. The others, though, seemed to be good eggs. Kim, Faye, and Constantina were solid and dependable; she hadn't worked with Drakos enough to form an opinion; and though Constanza rubbed Norika the wrong way, she could tolerate her antics. She ate slowly, wondering if she could get access to any of her teammates' files. It would be a concise way of getting to know about them more, and she wouldn't have to paste a fake smile on her face to talk with them. Definitely sounded like a win-win to Norika. "You'll never make friends thinking like that." Her mother's voice. Words came back on occasion, usually when Norika didn't want them to. But in this case she had a point. Once dinner was wrapped up, she'd go to the most approachable first.</s>	<\|message\|>Louisa Faye Stepping out of the relatively cramped confines of the VTOL into the dark expanse of the army encampment, Louisa was now roughly 75% certain she hadn't third wheel'd her way into a date between Lang and Elise. Although, either way, she thought, with Hoshiko there, that would make a fourth wheel. Wouldn't that make our social vehicle that much more stable? Maybe that isn't how the analogy is supposed to work. Wait, what am I doing... Snapping out of it, Louisa realised someone had received them, and turned her attention towards the conversation as Akio began speaking. She smiled faintly as he spoke, feeling slightly overwhelmed and disappointed that her hope of relaxing with an after-work drinking sesh had manifested into... uh... more work. Still, it was interesting to return to something resembling reality, after what felt like far too long pinging between the two extremes that were the gratuitous luxury of the Horizon and the adrenaline-numbed madness of combat. Looking around, she felt strangely nostalgic, as the features of the evacuation camps she had spent most of her post-warped life in were recognisable all around her. The smell, the sounds, the constant juxtaposition people trying to feel at home and remain human in an environment that was by its nature transient and alienating. It had a certain 'soul' to it that was absent abord the Horizon. On the other hand, the fact that a spartan military encampment on the frontlines reminded her of the evacuation camps - where thousands of civilians and their families spent years living - highlighted just how awful the situation had been for her back then, and how awful it continued to be for most people, and how absurdly fortunate she had been to randomly stumble into the precious security of the chi-mechframe programme. As Xuan-yu finished speaking, despite feeling somewhat awkward about being associated with his very much no-nonsense introduction, she found herself agreeing - the least they could do for these people was hand out some god-damned fried chicken. She bowed slightly - that's what you did, right? - and held out her hand to Aiko to shake it. "I'm Louisa. Pleased to meet you, um, Kougami-san. Is it okay for us to be here?"</s>
<\|description\|>Suavo Gender: Male Element: Gravity Kanohi: Kanohi Rode, Mask of Truth (currently powerless) Appearance: While being shorter than most other matoran, Suavo still mangaes to stand out in a crowd. His armour is black as midnight from his head to his feet, but slashes of colour run down his limbs and across his torso. These purple and gold highlights are each about the length of his hand, but only as wide as a finger or two. He wears a silver great-shaped kanohi rode. Occupation: Suavo is a carnival performer. He sings, dances, and performs a variety of tricks for the entertainment of other matoran. He will be performing at the upcoming Red Star festival. Description: Suavo is a lively and quick-witted little matoran, who lives very much in the moment. He very much enjoys performing for other people, but almost even more, Suavo loves experiencing new things, be they places, people or activities. One drawback of this is that he can be an impulsive risk-taker. This is tempered, however, by his wide knowledge and understanding of the world that Suavo has gained by being so well travelled and having explored many parts of Kongero Nui through his role in the carnival. He has been around enough that whenever he gets into a sticky situation, he can remember a similar experience and how he got out of that one. Tools: A wooden flute Relationships: Suavo has connected briefly with many matoran over the course of his travels. Due to his itinerant nature, however, he sees most of them but rarely, and mostly socialises with his colleagues and whoever happens to be coming by the carnival. Hura: Kumanu: Akilia: Vhis: Aiko: Journal: Nothing just yet. Bag: • Costume • Bag of tricks • 100 widgets</s> <\|message\|>Aiko Fe-Congro With the celebration happening, other matoran's setting up decorations and things, Aiko sat near one of the many stalls that we're being set up. She came here to stock up on a few things, that was before she got sidetracked after she was asked if she needed a job. She accepted, doing something like this made her feel accepted. Almost. While sitting to the side, the green Le-Nomad stared out into space, thinking about what to do next. While she may have seemed day dreaming, she hopped away from the stall that was being made; slinking away to be unnoticed by the owner. "What do next.." Aiko mumbled to herself, kicking a stone out of the way. Out of her knowledge, the green Le-Nomad may have kicked it a little too hard; hitting the one that was getting out of the cart.</s> <\|message\|>Kumanu Suavo Suavo had just found a promising stall when a small pebble plinked off his mask. Quick as a flash, he shot out his arm and caught the tiny rock in nimble fingers. Spotting the sheepish-looking matoran who had kicked it, the performer decide to introduce himself. "Well, hello there." he began. "You know, I've just arrived form Po-Congro, and I think they'd be interested in this little custom. Throwing a rock at someone to greet them? I could see that catching on down south. My name's Suavo, by the way." He extended his hand to her, then opened it to revel the pebble he had caught, and gently flicked it at the top of her mask. Kumanu Well, the little Bo-matoran seemed to be recovering well from his fall, which relieved Kumanu a great deal. He was up and talking, still a little flustered and disjointed, but seemingly uninjured and reasonably sound of mind. "It's a combination of kanoka, cajolery and cleverness." Kumanu explained. "This little monkey, for example, had been pilfering fruit from storehouses at night, so all I had to do was set out some food and wait. A couple of weakening disks later, he started feeling very sleepy, and now here we are. I'm going to rehome him in the colony here, and hopefully the wild brakas will show him a more acceptable diet." The Bo-matoran had introduced himself, so Kumanu responded in kind, taking the other matoran's hand and shaking it. "Anyway, are you sure you're fine? It's best not to be out here after dark."</s> <\|message\|>Aiko Fe-Congro Stopping in mid-step, the Le-Nomad turned to face the different coloured matoran only to tilt her head to one side out of confusion. Aiko started to get more confused about what the other said about a new custom, throwing rocks at others. "I sorry... I no mean to kick rock hard." Aiko started, only to have the small pebble to ricochet off of her mask. She simply watched the pebble fall onto the ground. "Name Aiko. Good to meat Suabo." Aiko grinned, knowing she may have butchered his name. Completely forgetting about the rock that was being thrown between the two of them, the Le-Nomad stepped up to Suavo with a little curiosity. She was much taller than he is. She could tell where he was from, she had been all over Kongero Nui. "Do little Matoran, Suabo, trable with them?" She asked, mentioning the carnival that recently came to Fe-Congro.</s> <\|message\|>Hura Bo-Congro "Kanoka..." he repeated the word, mulling it over for a moment in his mind, "We don't have them Bo-Congro-side." There was another pause. Hura idly clicked the ends of his gathering staff together, keeping his hand from becoming stiff. "Where do you get them Ko-Matoran Kumanu?" inquired the Bo-Matoran, referring still to the Kanoka disks. It was then that he noticed, in particular detail, the item which Kumanu held. It seemed to be a large forked device with a pivoting handle, but for the life of him, Hura couldn't seem to remember seeing one before. Had it something to do with the Kanoka? Before he could ask, however, Kumanu again questioned his safety. I'm out here same as you, he replied, raising his gathering staff slightly, "I know my way here-and-back. Might not make it back to the city's inside before darkness for you though," he offered, as the sun had already gone low enough to cast gloomy shadows in the distance of the Green. De-Congro Vhis's grey fist clenched tightly. Although she had had some time in the silence to herself, her ire was still raised. "Bothersome noisy Ta-Matoran... bothersome noisy festival..." she murmured under her breath, "Well, I'll be at the festival. But I'll go for my own reasons, not theirs," and it seemed in that moment, she calmed, a breath slipping from her before she spoke again, though she seemed something akin to relieved, "And then... it won't matter."</s> <\|message\|>Rauta Fe-Congro The sun already setting, Rauta decided that it was time to close the shop and go out to look around the Red Star Festival, or rather setting up of it. He was exited as he did like the festival and it was just around the corner. once he set out, he admired the amount decoration dedicated by the Fe-matoran, feeling that while impressive, 'He could do better'. He did not sell his wares on a stall as he held a belief that for something to be truly satisfactory it had to be made specifically for the client. While he was walking around he saw there were already some people from outside of Fe-Congro and as he approaches He recognizes one matoran especially, Suavo. It's not hard to recognizes him as he is bot well known and has black armor highlighted by purple and gold. While he doesn't have any personal ties with Suavo, Rauta has seen his performances. He decides to approach him and a matoran with Dark pine green armor highlighted by neon green stripes going down the center. as he approaches he sees Suavo gently flick a pebble at his mate. "Hi there, you are Suavo aren't you? What makes you arrive this early?" He questions and looks over to the the one in green before introducing himself, "My name is Rauta an I'm a blacksmith, I have a forge little further from the center." "I hope I didn't disturb anything" and before even letting anyone take a breath he asks, "Who's she?"</s> <\|message\|>Kumanu Suavo The other matoran still seemed awkward about the rock, even though Suavo had attempted to make light of it and brush the incident off. The thing that surprised him, however, was her dialect. As a le-matoran, he had expected her to be adding in extra words, not dropping them out. It was intriguing, to say the least. A matoran like this would have some great stories to share, he was sure. Before he could formulate a reply, however, another, industrious-looking matoran joined the pair. "Why yes, yes I am!" he replied to the newcomer, taking his hand and shaking it enthusiastically. "And, no, come on in! We were just getting to know each other. This lovely lady is named Aiko, by the way. Why don't you both come back to my tent with me, and we can have this conversation over a few cups of bula juice? Kumanu "It's a powered disk" Kumanu explained. "They're used all over the place in the inner districts, and there are all different types. This one is a levitation disk, which lets me float the cage instead of lifting it, and similar kanoka in my vehicle float that, while others give it speed. I'll be fine, as soon as I've dropped off this brakas. Speaking of which..." The white and blue matoran climbed on top of the wooden crate and started using a crowbar to lever off the door. Nails creaked loudly as they bent and then came free as Kumanu jumped off of the crate to put all his weight down on the bar. The cage slammed open, and its occupant barrelled out. The monkey didn't look back as it sprinted away into the forrest, keen to escape its imprisonment.</s> <\|message\|>Rauta Fe-Congro Rauta "Sure, I'll come along, for a chat" Rauta Followed Suavo to the tent while marveling how well the festival was coming together. stopping on the way to get some fried dikapi leg and then hurriedly caught up to the others, already eating his food. When they arrive to the tent he felt awestruck as he never imagined to coming to a place like this.</s> <\|message\|>Hura Bo-Congro Hura's shoulders hunched a bit, his arms folding slightly, a hand cupping his chin in thought. "Sounds... complicated," the Bo-Matoran responded. He was curious as to how these Kanoka were made, or what could possibly compose them to give them such powers, when the Brakas was released, dashing off. His heart sank a little, his eyes visibly dimming, as a moue of consternation took his visage, seeming to shift the blue marks on his mask slightly. "The Vuata Maka's just that way," he pointed out, indicating the same direction in which the Rahi fled with his gathering staff, "With that wandering around though..." he began. However, he cut himself short, trailing off. Admitting that the brakas made him nervous wasn't exactly easy. Some of the other Bo-Matoran found his aversion towards large Rahi to be dishonorable.</s> <\|message\|>Kumanu Kumanu "I wouldn't worry about that if I were you" Kumanu assured the Bo-matoran. "You saw how keen he was to get away from matoran and anything to do with us just now. He'll be tired and just wanting to sleep somewhere safe for the rest of the night. Picking a fight should be the last thing that brakas will want to do." "You'll be fine. Really."</s> <\|message\|>Aiko Not too sure what was going on, but the Le-Nomad followed the other two, kicking some more rocks on the way. Aiko trotted behind them, gazing at all the stalls and vendors that were being set up; her attention spans too short to noticed that the other two were gone. "Maybe buy dis one, and day one..." She told herself. Glancing up to find that the other two had left her behind, she shrugged as she continued to watch the vendors and stalls being set up for the time being.</s> <\|message\|>Hura Bo-Congro The Bo-Matoran raised an eyebrow. It wasn't in actual suspicion, or distaste, but rather, a misplaced, slightly judgmental pleading. Hura really did not want to go alone, not after having such a delay, and the brakas being on the move. "Are you sure you can make it into the city before nightfall?" he asked, a slight pleading in his voice, urging the Ko-Matoran to at least travel with him, being that Hura had no way to defend himself.</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo Suavo moved cheerily through the burgeoning festival site. Swirling lights of many colours popped up all over as more and more carnival magic came together, and the bright little matoran moved as if he were one of them. He called out loud greetings and friendly jibes to many others as they passed by, leaping like a spark of flame between each new encounter before spinning off towards the next. When Rauta stopped to buy some Dikapi, Suavo picked up a bottle of deep green bula juice as tall as his kanohi and flourished it about as he continued on towards his own tent.Pushing back the flap, he flopped down onto the bright green camp cot inside, leaving the chairs opposite for the other matoran. "So, my friend" he began, "what brings you to my humble tent on this wonderful night?" Kumanu The Bo-matoran wasn't taking his reassurances to heart, and even though there was truly little danger, the fear still remained. It seemed that there was nothing else for it. He couldn't let the Bo-matoran goo home alone and in the dark. "I can" Kumanu told him. "Though I could go with you if you want"</s> <\|message\|>Rauta Fe-Congro Rauta "You invited me and Aiko to have a conversation in this not-really-humble-at-all tent of your's on this fine night. I think that's something that could bring me here" He spoke, betraying only a little annoyance in his voice as he replied to what he thought was an obnoxious having just been told why. Just like an after thought he added "and for that matter, where did she go? wasn't she coming along also?". He glanced at the way they came from before focusing his attention on back Suavo finishing his fried dikapi leg.</s>	<\|message\|>Suavo "How very literal of you" Suavo noted dryly. "But no, that's not what I meant. Sure, I invited you to my tent, and then the lady stopped off to get something, but what brings you here, to the festival? To the whole bright lights, big city! Here, to the food and celebration, to the magic!"</s>
<\|description\|>Vitra "Spook" Leon "Our relationship is strictly business. Nothing more, nothing less." Age: 24 Sex: Female Height: 5'7" – 170cm. Weight: 132lbs – 60kg Role: Anselmo Ranger Skills: Survival Expert - Growing up in an Outpost Village has equipped Spook with the abilities to subsist and live in the Outlands. Concealed Weapons Expert - Spook has done extensive training with SMGs and pistols, rendering her used to their recoils and firing patterns. Duelist - A virtuoso in swordplay, Spook is highly experienced with sharp, handheld weapons. Namely swords and knives. Weaponry: Monomolecular Sword – A single-edged sword, designed to prove that the blade is still a valid weapon in today's world. Theoretically, it can cut through anything. In practice, it can cut through a lot of things, but concrete is about it's limit. Fusilaut 113 - A PDW designed after the Apocalypse, it's lightweight and internally suppressed to hide someone's presence in the field. Suppressor technology has not advanced to total silence and is still quite loud. M2271 "Nailgun" – The workhorse of handguns, the M1911, has been reinvented following the Apocalypse. While bulkier, the M2271 has proved cost efficient to produce and beyond reliable, much like it's predecessor. Equipment: Traveler's Cloak - A thick, black and yellow cloak that's resistant to most types of weather. Provides great insulation against the cold. Breathing Apparatus - A gas mask that covers the entire head, protecting Spook's identity. Provides protection against harmful gasses, radiation, and whatnot. Leatherbound Journal – A simple journal bound in brown leather, complete with a clasp on the side. It is assumed that there's also some kind of writing implement to go with it. Backstory: Spook has given this as her straightest response to her history. She was born in the outpost village of West Stonewall to a Seer of a mother and a Guardian for a father. She grew up with a rough start which made her adapt to the life of the wilderness, which explains her pension for doing exceptionally well in survival scenarios. She went to school with a small group of seven other kids, they were all really close. This was confirmed by one of the other survivors of the town, Damien Wiel. They used to go on hunts together in their teenage years. It was during one of these hunts that she was disfigured, which explains why she wears the mask. If it's as bad as she's described it, it's understandable why she wears it. Moving on, she says she came to Anselmo following the destruction of West Stonewall by two bear-like beasts. She's described the attack in great detail. She had been washing the dishes after her family had eaten dinner as the ground started to shake. She rushed to the window to find what was essentially two giant, furry lumps coming over the horizon, and she knew immediately what was happening. She ran to grab one of the guns the family kept in the house, which ended up being the Jericho she still has to this day, found everyone, and took off running. Due to the fact that it was an outpost village, there were only two casualties in the attack, though it was still an experience for something that large to come after your livelihood. Some of the refugees left for other villages to either warn the inhabitants or find new places to live. The rest, obviously including Spook, made a pilgrimage to Anselmo and integrated into the city almost seamlessly. Most of the survivors became either Guardians or Rangers. She was sixteen at the time. She took a job in a bakery for four years until the execution of a convicted witch by the name of Victoria Reikarn. This employment was confirmed by Syphax Aquilus, owner of the establishment, and he said he was sad to see her go. Why she chose to become a Ranger then is unknown, maybe her wanderlust had kicked in at twenty, or maybe she had a hunger to return to the outlands where she had once lived. Quite frankly, we don't care though. She's done exceptional work in the field so far, and we have every intention to hang onto her. A note on the execution, she was just as transfixed by the loss of life as everyone else present, though she seemed oddly quiet given the atmosphere of a party. One thing stands out in particular about a single mission, she was the lone survivor of something. All the Rangers got for a report was that something terrible descended on the group and she was powerless to stop it. She's refused to tell more on the matter and walled herself off for about a week before she went back into the field. Beyond this, all there is is rumors. One states that she slaughtered an entire village of Wild Ones that posed a threat to an outpost, another says that she saved part of the Port District from a pack of rabid dogs. One even says she exposed several corrupt politicians in the Civil District, and while they turned out to be taking bribes, there's no evidence connecting her to the case. One thing is for sure, though. She's seen as a paragon by the people, despite coming across as a pariah. Wish: To reclaim the wilderness and send the Other back to the Other. Trauma: Watched helplessly as her old team was killed by a terrible monster. She's become even more silent than usual since then.</s> <\|message\|>Matthew Reed "You bet your sorry ass I'll fish you out of any hot spot, sir," Reed replied to Cross with a grin masked by his flight helmet. He had the easy job: drop off Rangers, fly off around fifty miles as to not bring monsters to the Rangers, set the autopilot to do loops in the area, and wait till he heard a transition from the team. He sometimes got bored, but he'd usually read the latest news on outposts and military accomplishments to keep up to date. Reed reopened the troop bay camera on his HUD, watching and listening as the Captain talked to everyone, meeting and greeting the men and women who'd watch his back, and him their's. Soldiers always seemed to need to converse before a mission, it seemed to help to know that everyone was as nervous as you were. It let some of the pressure off of your chest. He was sure there were exceptions, but usually, he always heard the same chit chat about being nervous. On another note, Reed still wondered why they had to bring one of those large cats with them. The Nasri were just weird people and now he would have hair all over his troop bay. Better than dead and dying soldiers, he supposed, but he had allergies to cats. He sighed, watching the ground whirl by through his golden visor. "And on your right, you'll see a few nomad giants. They're slow moving and pretty lazy, as many of you probably know. I see their groups lazily wandering the area during most flights. Pretty passive too, once watched them pass by a Ranger camp without disturbing them. After they ate what resembled some elephants, of course. Scavengers, if you ask me." Reed said, giving him something to talk about. The Rangers probably didn't care, and he didn't care if they cared. They had the mission to think about, that was what mattered.</s> <\|message\|>Reggie "Rig" Wolfe Rig smiled to himself at the responses and chatter. Before he knew it the idle nature of the conversation was helping. He looked again to each face, covered or otherwise of the people around him. Some where a lot more threatening then others. The medic looked like a simple enough guy, but of course he wasn't. Medical training and a seer? Bud's got talent. The strange cat lady was also a point of notice. He didn't like the big thing she was bringing with her. He also didn't like the fact that after this flying bucket landed, he'd be on one himself. He shuddered at the thought. Maybe she could give him some tips on the creatures later. "I've just got Lyme disease, pox, a cold, and uhm, the black death last time I checked. Nothing to stress over." He chided over to James. He was glad to be joking at a time like this. Like captain's saying, they are going into a completely undocumented scenario. He hoped they could talk like this most of the trip. "Luckily for you captain, I fix engines in my sleep. So there's nothing to worry about." As the pilot lit up the comms, he looked out to the side of the vehicle. He may have been away from the outside, but he could still see those big things. He wasn't scared per say, but seeing them reminded him once again of his reality. This wasn't a pub they were sitting in, it was a delivery. Soon he'd be on the ground, expected to deal with things of at least that size. He sighed to himself, trying to let his smile drift too far away. At least those one's wont eat me.</s> <\|message\|>Nathaniel James Holland Morran@MechonRaptor@Mega Birb@13org@deadpixel101@Mataus Nathaniel shook his head. "No no. There is a deference. If you're saying your nervous, your cocky, arrogant, ignorant. You don't respect the Wild. What it stands for, what it does to people, military and civvi alike. But fear-" He nodded as he leaned forward, looking through the commander with a thousand yard stare, subtle wide eyes and a light smirk. It would seem almost like a crazed look with a touch of amusement. He could be confused with a wildling if Jake hadn't read up on his profile, which James figured he must've. He did when he ran Jester. "Fear is that primal instinct that helps even the most sophisticated and civilized men and women survive in the sea of death which is the Wild. It humbles you, it shows you respect what's out there. Without it, your nothing more than meat to something bigger and deadlier. We're no longer the apex predators of the animal kingdom, not any more, not with Leviathans and god knows what else mucking about. With all due respect sir, I believe fear and nervousness are different. Though they intertwine they are different entities in their own right. Call me crazy or call me wise, fuck, call me an asshole. I don't care...With all due respect." He sighed, two plumes of smoke exiting his nose as he sat back and looked down to his rifle. He nodded, leaning his head to the side. "But I guess with this being said I should say that I've lived out in the Wild a good portion of my life as a scavenger accompanying rangers into the Wild. Lived in Outpost Archeron. I scavenged for a while but some shit happened that forced my hand. Joined the military and the ranger division. Why? so I can come out here into the Wild and keep doing what I like doing. Guess you can say I'm an adrenaline junkie for shit like this. Now as for what brought me here? Transferred. Jester was shutdown. Reasons are classified but before I lead them, I watched over them like an angel. I was three angels in one. I was their guardian angel, the angel of vengeance and the angel of death. I hold the ranger's marksmen record with a confirmed kill over 2200 meters with this baby here." He tapped his rifle with a grin. "So basically I'm here to watch you all run into the fray as I find a nice comfy tree or piece of land to lay in and watch over your asses. Especially yours Isis...Woof. He laughed as he looked at Isis. A lighthearted jab at her. He looked back over the crew. "I'm the Grim Reaper ladies and gents. My touch of death can be felt a mile plus away before you here my call. By then I have moved on. Nothing more than a faint whisper in history." There was the slight crazed smirk of his. Internally he was scared shitless. This mission brought him past his comfort zone. Well into the brush. Creatures of the abyss wandered this expansive hellhole. in droves. Past the nearest outpost, past any decent form of sanctuary but despite this fear, he felt serenity. This was like a second home to him with a love hate relationship. It was like the old world when people would dive with sharks or skydive. Death was an immediate threat before jumping in with sharks or jumping out of a perfectly good aircraft. But in the moment one got inches from a Great White, or when they let gravity take them thousands of feet back to earth, it was the closest thing to being alive anyone could get without dying. But as he has seen, in those final moments of someone's life, is when life's greatest question "Why are we here?" is answered. The answer: To survive...</s>	<\|message\|>Vitra "Spook" Leon Spook scoffed at Jake telling her to ease it up with her weapons, though she still complied and sheathed the sword on her back. "Just 'cause I'm being pessimistic doesn't mean I'm wrong." She leaned forward and stashed the whetstone somewhere on her person, though exactly where was a mystery. Otherwise, she nodded to what the others said, at least until Nate had a psychotic break and started calling himself the Grim Reaper. At this, she looked up at him, blank stare of the mask calling him on his shit before she even said anything. "Bullshit. Ninety-six has the farthest confirmed kill, 2500 meters. Took a Wild One Chieftain's head clean off, fucker was dead before he hit the ground. You're in seventh, behind Gunnery Sergeant Carlos Hathcock, at 2,286 meters with an M2 Browning machine gun." She took a second to let the fact sink in, that he was eighty-six meters short of outranging an automatic weapon. And then she picked up where she left off. "You're eighty-six meters short of a guy in a jungle with a machine gun, and three-hundred of the record. You wanna go for it? By all means, but everything out here is pissed off enough to know you're shooting at it from four miles away. Now are you done being edgy?" Spook sat back and crossed her arms and legs, right foot bouncing lightly to keep the time. She happened to glance over at Isis while she awaited some kind of response. Nate was right about one thing, she had to admit; she had an ass to kill for.</s>
<\|description\|>Raiya Mamushi Female Age 24 Appearance 5'6" Lean flexible athletic build Light skin (Japanese) Appears to have shoulder length jet black slightly spikey hair from the front. However her hair splits into parts, taking the longer half and tying it together at the neck into a downwards facing ponytail that reaches her middle back. Medium sized ahoge, more of angular/rigid spike shape, changes based on their mood/emotions. And electrical charge in battle. Dark drab blueish-gray/steel left eye. Yellow right eye with a slit shaped pupil. Eyebrow over her left eye has a slit break in it towards the outer middle. Irezumi tattoos: Right arm- Nagasode style sleeve tattoo extending down to her wrist. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a green snake with a red belly coiling down her arm with it's head ending at her outer wrist. Left arm- Shichibu style sleeve tattoo extending down to her middle forearm. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a blue snake with a yellow belly coiling up her arm with it's head resting on the front of her upper shoulder. Kanji for Mamushi 蝮 (pit viper) tattooed in black on the inner blank space of her forearm. Back- Her entire back is covered in large nara black ink clouds for a background. And a large tattoo of the giant 8 headed and tailed snake Yamata no Orochi, various flowers, and lightning bolts in the foreground. Slightly elongated fang canine teeth on the top and bottom as compared to normal people. Teeth are overall sharper. Ear piercings- Left: Two slim steel rings on their lobe. Helix cuff. Right: Circular silver stud on their lobe. Smaller steel cuff at the middle of the outer ear/lower helix. Black painted nails. Customized slightly oversized black leather asymmetrical moto jacket. Worn unzipped with belt hanging loose. Steel curb chain necklace that extends down to her chest. Medium sized silver upside down cross pendant. Zip-up black hoodie. Worn under her jacket with the hood laid over the jackets collar. Worn unzipped often with the sleeves pulled up to her elbows. Vintage oversized heavy metal band T-shirts, some with the sleeves cut off. Worn over fishnet shirt. (Metallica, Slayer, Iron Maiden, Led Zeppelin, Megadeth) Long sleeve black fishnet shirt. Sleeve extends into a fishnet fingerless gloves on the left but is cut off at the wrist on the right. Silver signet ring on right middle finger with an upside down cross engraved in it. Mokume-gane Ouroboros shaped ring with pink jeweled eyes on left index finger. Steel cuban link chain bracelet on right wrist. Steel studded black leather belt. Steel chain hanging down at her right side. One end attached to a belt loop, the other to a pocket watch manadial. Worn/faded slim dark indigo Japanese selvage denim jeans. (Black or stonewash alt. colors) Black with white accents Onitsuka Tiger Mexico 66 running shoes. Black calf length open toe and heel socks. Secondary hairstyle reference (Somewhere in between the two) Close type of ponytail style reference Raiya specializes in destructive magic. She is a master of electrical spells, and ruinous spells. She has a great foundation in most all Catholic magics as well as some Japanese Zen Buddhist/Shinto magic. As with her fascination of Japan, she also has a great fascination with snakes and has developed snake themed fighting style and magic. Every so often she sheds her skin, this makes her immune to aging. With her magic powers, she also has the ability to control certain light metals. Raiya's parents, Japanese immigrants, owned a successful Japanese cuisine restaurant chain in New York City. Both parents died in a burglary gone wrong leaving Raiya orphaned in infancy. With a large mana constitution, Raiya was immediately adopted by the Catholic cathedral and put into mage training. Growing up in the New York Cathedral, she always shadowed Felix and thought of him as her older brother. Raiya was always proficient in magic, and her studies reflected that. Raiya achieved the rank Grand-Mage at the age of seventeen. At the age of twenty she was sent with two other grand-magi to investigate the sudden disappearance of a remote village in Italy. The village was razed, not so much as a 2x4 left standing upright. Investigating the trace of mana waves left by the spell she made her way to a nearby mountain where she found on a cliff-side the definite point of origin of the spell. Looking around the point of origin she found footprints. The foot prints looked exactly like the sole tread of a typical Catholic Magi officer. The level of destruction and the fact that the mana waves left by the spell accounted for only one spell, coupled with the footprint meant the evidence pointed toward an Arch-mage or higher to be the cause of the destruction. Once she returned to the Vatican, she provided the evidence in a council meeting. The council thanked her for the evidence provided but stated that they would be conducting the investigation from then on. Even though the council told her to no longer investigate this issue, Raiya continued the investigation on her own. Looking into the records of those who were gone the night of the destruction of the remote village, she narrowed it down to two, Arch-mage Thadeus and Arch-mage Felix. After obtaining this information, Raiya investigated both Thadues and Felix's living quarters. She discovered that Felix had never even worn his uniform boots, as he wore his own more comfortable combat boots. Thadeus, on the other hand, did not have any other pairs of footwear besides the ones on his feet, which were the uniform boots. Learning of this information but knowing the Vatican council would never listen to her, she approached Felix whom she knew was innocent. She told Felix all of the information she had obtained, but Felix brushed her aside saying that the Vatican was conducting their own investigation and to go against their demands to keep the investigation within their selected team would mean excommunication, even if the information was correct. Felix told her that he would not tell anyone about her own investigation, but pleaded with her to keep quiet about the issue until the Vatican completed their investigation. Raiya couldn't believe what she was hearing, that her cold hard evidence was being brushed aside because of protocol. But what's more, that the investigation team was comprised with Thadeus's brother as a member meant surely that Thadeus would never be convicted of this crime. All of this put into perspective Raiya's membership with the magi, and soon after she left the magi and Catholicism altogether. When she left two others left with her, the other two grand-magi that were on her initial investigation team with her. Soon after they left, they returned to NYC. Because the Vatican saw them as Apostates, they froze all their accounts and social security information, forcing them to make money through means less savory. Instead of falling into despair, Raiya and her two peers adopted the shady lifestyle altogether. Through their magic abilities, it wasn't long before they were running the biggest criminal organization in NYC. Raiya still resides to this day in NYC with the other two magi as her right hand women. Raiya is seemingly devoid of any positive emotion. Her normal demeanor could be described as aloof. She is seen as a hard nosed, unwavering leader. This makes her well respected by her subordinates in the gang she runs. Though, to those who know her well enough she can be lighthearted. She has a short temper and a low tolerance for annoyances. In her annoyed state she has no problem threatening her friends with one of her sushi knives she keeps in her inner coat pocket, or electrocuting them with her magic. She loves Japan, even though she wasn't raised there herself. Her fanaticism for Japan runs so deep that she has Japanese tattoos, and has even taught herself the language perfectly. She is an excellent chef and specializes in Japanese cuisine. Even though she isn't very sociable, the few friends she does have are kept close to her and she protects them.</s> <\|message\|>Raiya Mamushi Raiya stretched her arms out to each side, doing a bit of exercise stretches. "Sorry it's been a while since I have really let loose like this. I need to limber up." Raiya said to Nemo. Resuming her combat posture, she turned her attention back to Nemo, "My plan has been in full effect ever since I first engaged with birthday boy here. And, unless he has trained in resistance against poison, his right arm should be fully paralyzed within the next twenty seconds or so. Let's see this MLB wannabe swing his bat with an arm paralyzed." Raiya replied. "So, he's probably going to send an attack out at us before the poison has fully taken effect. When you feel the attack come out, that's our queue to split up. Then what we will do is a two pronged attack in a scissor-flank formation. I'll hit him from the left first, which will leave his right open. That's where you come in with a quick attack, he won't be able to stop you." Raiya finished. Right as she finished a blast sent out as an attack came just as Raiya said, it flew down to blow up Nemo and Raiya. Raiya was able to easily escape with her biri-biri aura. Right away she ran and hopped up on the container Logan was on, and sent out a horizontal slash at his left side with her blade.</s> <\|message\|>Nemo "Xero" Smiley The blast Logan shot out hadn't hit Raiya or Nemo, but it did plant a small rune on the ground in it's wake. Logan could feel control in the areas where he received cuts start to fade, becoming stiff. What has she done to me? When Raiya rushed him he had all he could do to turn and block the attack by swinging his bat in the way of her blade. Rapid metallic thuds alerted him to Nemo now approaching from behind. Logan slid his bat off from lock it was in with Raiya's sword and twisted himself around as fast as he could, his runic bat raised up now by his still functioning left arm. But it was too late, his bat would never come to swing at Nemo this time. By the time Logan had turned around Nemo had already reached him and planted his gloved palm right into the middle of his torso, discharging a powerful kinetic spell into his body. A shock-wave of pain rattled through Logan's body as the spell rapidly spread. He howled out in agony, a spatter of blood being released from his mouth. Once the spell finished Logan was blown backwards, past Raiya, and slid to a stop near the end of the shipping container. From the looks of it, he seemed to be down for the count. But the silence was eventually broken by a cough, a guttural hack, as Logan managed to bring himself back to his feet. His breath was ragged-the venom didn't help-and most would have surrendered by now. Anything Logan had planned was likely reckless. The runic bat held hanging in his left hands grip slowly began to fill with energy, lighting up all the engraved runes placed on it one by one. He clearly had on last ace up his sleeve. Logan suddenly teleported away to the rune from earlier, disappearing from sight. From below he spun around and hurled the bat towards the pair with as much force as he could. The runic bat began to crackle with energy as it whirled towards Nemo and Raiya like a boomerang, becoming unstable by the amount of spells it was charged with. --- Nemo quickly turned to look at the bat. "Uh oh." He muttered once his hungry manalysis got a read on the amount of energy it was filled with. Once it closed the distance in to about ten feet the bat suddenly exploded into a giant purple concussive bomb with enough of a blast radius to completely wipe most of the container Nemo and Raiya were standing on from the earth entirely. Escaping the kill-range of the explosion by normal means would be impossible. Logan figured that Nemo and Raiya were now just a relic of magi criminal history. However just before the blast triggered Nemo wound up his warp to as far as it could take them in the given time. He turned and tackled Raiya before it activated, transporting them both barely out of the range of the massive purple-y death. They both ended up on the floor, with Nemo still holding onto Raiya. Once he realized they weren't dead, Nemo let go of her with a small sigh. "Are you alright?" He asked afterwards.</s> <\|message\|>Zoey Ash Zoey hit the deck as the sound bombs assailed her senses, her throwing stars flying over her head in some nondescript direction. Suddenly her help was becoming a detriment. Her form melted into a wolf on the ground, for realzies this time, and tackled the clairvoyant. Assuming this was successful, she'd push a paw to his forehead and start sending him nightmare visions. Lots of nightmare visions.</s>	<\|message\|>Raiya Mamushi As expected, Raiya's sword strike was blocked by Logan's bat. Any normal wooden bat would have been cut in two by Raiya's empowered slash, but Raiya assumed the runes on the bat prevented such damage. After the attack was blocked Nemo came in as Raiya suggested, and placed a powerful well placed blow on the birthday boy's torso. Shortly thereafter he jumped away wounded, and threw his bat back at them. The bat was empowered by an immense level of magical energy and had Nemo not jumped them away, they would probably both be dead right now. Raiya looked up at Nemo who was previously on top of her but was now standing up composing himself. "Yeah, I'm fine. A bit sore, but I'm all good. Thanks for the save." She said as she got up and adjusted her right shoulder which was a bit sore from the tackle. "Should we track Babe Ruth down and kill him? Or do you think he's not going to be a problem anymore?" Raiya asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Ryuuko A strong-willed 16 years old girl who carries a sense of responsibility and determination. She's quick to act when faced with danger, demonstrating her courage and resourcefulness. Despite her tough exterior, she also shows moments of vulnerability and uncertainty, suggesting an underlying depth to her character. Her resilience and adaptability make her an effective leader in times of crisis.</s> <\|description\|>Senketsu A 17 years old teenage boy with a casual, laid-back demeanor. He's quite clumsy, often tripping over his own feet or bumbling into situations. However, this clumsiness doesn't detract from his resourcefulness and creativity. He's shown to be quick-thinking and adaptable, often coming up with unexpected solutions to problems. Despite his quirks, he displays a strong sense of responsibility towards others, especially towards Ryuuko.</s> <\|narrator\|>A young man named Diego finds a mysterious Grand Fiber Needle and uses it to restore life to his deceased friend, Senketsu. They are then ambushed by Life Fiber cultists, but manage to defend themselves with the help of a Scissor Blade. The cultists' attempts to seize two artifacts---Senketsu and the Blade---are thwarted by Ryuuko and Diego. After defeating the cultists, they return home where they meet Mako and her family. As they recover from their ordeal, Senketsu explains how he was revived using the Grand Fiber Needle while Mako helps prepare a bath for Ryuuko. The story ends with her soaking in it as she reflects on the events that transpired.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko He wasn't good at knitting, well, not originally. When it came to dexterity in the fingers, he had clumsy hands, he thought to himself. However, that changed when he found it - a large ruby sewing needle. And by large, he meant large. His hand could fit through the eye of the needle, and he was able to use the massive needle as a rapier. From the tattered notes he read on it, it was called the Grand Fiber Needle. He confessed that he knew little about what was going on. Despite getting newspaper articles, printed pieces of hacked information, impromptu interviews, and so much more were tacked onto walls with strings and papers scattered on his desk. A very large box was also there, wrapped in duct tape. A prepared backpack was there as the young man continued to finish what he found. He had been up for 24 hours and only half-understood what he was doing. "Almost... done," he said, wiping sweat from his brow. He then took the red fiber and sewed it. A red glow filled the room before the clothing below him seemed to respond. He neatly folded it and put it in his backpack before grabbing the large box and putting the Grand Fiber Needle on its makeshift scabbard. He looked at the picture of two sisters being happy. "You girls may not know it yet... but you're our only hope," he said as he adjusted his glasses before moving out. His name was Diego, and he was a Westerner.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu It had been so long since the day she found the truth about life fibers. She knew how much evil was inside those long thick red threads. It was a parasite... well, that's what she found out not too long ago after the day she destroyed the life fibers... but also lost a friend. Ryuuko had grown up Moving past the loss of her father and her dear friend, wishing she could've at least done something to save him before he did something only an idiot would do. She sighed as she wandered a bit by herself with everyone else staying home. She wanted to be alone to think about things, her worst enemy being her sister and finding out that she wasn't a human at all. Ryuuko didn't want anything bad to happen anymore and she sure as hell hoped it would at least stay that way for a little while.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko Diego saw her. From the photos he recognized her. He wasn't sure where her sister was, but it didn't matter. He could ask her. He began running toward her. Would she believe him? He did have what she would want, but he didn't know. "Excuse me! Excuse me!" Diego shouted at her. He only got one chance to make an impression. Which he did when the clumsy goof tripped and tumbled toward her. Scuffled, but not injured. "You're Ryuuko, right?" he asked her. Diego looked to be in his mid-teens. He had brown eyes, dark hair, and definitely his manner of speaking. He was stocky with a t-shirt, jeans, and beat-up sneakers. The t-shirt had an expression in Spanish, hinting of his background. He adjusted his glasses as he looked at her, waiting for her reaction.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu Ryuuko sighed and continued on her little walk, staying quiet the whole time still thinking about what was happening. "You damn idiot!" she said talking to herself, remembering why Senketsu sacrificed himself for her. "Why?" Ryuuko crossed her arms and decided to take a break leaning against the walls of one of the old buildings quietly. As she looked around, she noticed someone coming toward her. "What the hell..." She muttered, looking at him with her head tilted a bit, some of her hair covering one side of her face. "Hey, don't hurt yourself," he said, "don't be so damn careless like that...yeah, so what? You know, I'm just trying to survive out here." Ryuuko wasn't in the mood to be nice with anyone right now, with having the thought of Senketsu in her head right now.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko "I got something for you," Diego said with a boyish smile before taking something out of his backpack. Or more accurately, someone. In Diego's hands and given to her was a comatose Senketsu. The moment she grabbed him though, there was a mild shock, like static electricity from her to him. Diego noticed the red spark, but didn't notice. He did notice that the uniform began talking, surprising him despite having gone through alot the past few weeks. "H-Huh?! What happened, where am I??" Senketsu, reacting as if startled from a long and deep sleep. However, shock mixed with joy when his eye rested upon the person that meant most to him? "R-Ryuko?"</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu As he pulled out a sailor uniform, she looked at him kinda weird. At first, she didn't recognize it at all; maybe it was just because that day and time were so long ago, only a memory now that she wanted to forget ever happened or at least wished it had happened differently. Slowly, she took it anyway, deciding to look at it. But as soon as she did, she felt a light spark of electricity - something that wasn't normal for a uniform. This one was different. She jumped a bit as the uniform started to move and talk in her hands. It was as if she would almost throw or drop it, but luckily it lasted only a moment before she took an even closer look at it. Ryuuko stared at it for a moment before hearing a familiar voice - but something told her it was from what she held in her arms. "S-senkets?" She replied back, just staring at him in shock. "Is-is it really you senekets?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko Diego seemed a bit surprised when she didn't recognize it. There was none other like it and it stood out immensely. He was wondering if perhaps he got the wrong Ryuko before he saw her in massive shock before stuttering and asking about the uniform. That made him guess that their parting was tragic enough for her to be suppressing memories to deal with the pain. "Y-yeah. It's me. Ryuko, it really is you," Senketsu said as manly tears began falling. He was so happy to see her and to be alive once more. However, he didn't even know why or how... He then turned to the guy who handed him to Ryuko. Based on the bandaged fingers and the large needle on his back, he realized that this strange fella saved him. "I don't know how or why... but it was you who remade me, wasn't it?" Diego blushed a bit before rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment and nodding. Senketsu expressed mild shock that the boy was able to hear him, but he came to the conclusion that since the guy remade him, it would make sense he could hear him. "Thank you," he said before turning to Ryuko and smiling once more.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu She looked him over, just wanting to remember how she saw his red eyes and the dark short sleeves. All the memories were coming back to her now. They had fought so many battles that it was hard to remember what he really looked like before he was gone forever from her until now. Ryuuko looked up at the boy noticing the large needle and the bandaged fingers, she was a bit surprised but for now no one could tell she really was. Ryuuko couldn't be any happier seeing him again, she wasn't alone anymore besides everyone else like Mako or even her sister. She sighed and hugged him finally having a sweet little smile on her face. "I still can't believe it's you...but please don't do anything stupid like that." She glanced up at him, "how exactly were you able to do this?" She looked over again and saw the needle a second time, "wait...where the hell did you find that?!"</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko Diego's eyes widened and gained a slight blush as he found Ryuko's smile to be beautiful. He couldn't help but smile back in a similar way. "It's my job to make sure you don't do anything stupid," Senketsu said to her before paying attention to the boy. "I think we should go somewhere more privately, but this needle was how I was able to restore him," he began before turning and seeing a trio of hooded individuals. Oh no, they followed me here, he thought with an angry look. They removed their cloaks, revealing red glowing stitches. Life Fibers. Here, you may want this, Diego said before handing Ryuko something else: a Scissor Blade. He took out the Grand Fiber Needle and held it like a rapier against them. "What do you Patchies want?" he asked. "We're here for the Kamui and the artifacts," the head one said. "Don't think so," Diego said as a cult member rushed him. His cloak swirled around him and tightened before the stitched glowed and his clothing turned into armor, like the Goku Uniforms. Diego blocked a sudden blade that came from the hand of the cult member.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu What the hell!" She said in surprise turning to see the bandits," well you should have taken care of thy before..." She took the blade from him," ho-how did you find this too?" She asked," well who cares I have it back and these guys aren't going anywhere." She sighed, before taking her shirt off and revealing her blue and white striped bra before she slipped secrets on. " So what do you say?" She asked looking at him with a smile," you still with me?" She looked down at him for a moment then Back at the hoods, "I could use some fun!" She said with a smirk, lifting her hand with the glove and pulling on the little tab to the other side, "LIFE FIBERS SYNCHRONIZE! SECRETS!!" After a few moments she transformed, and she was ready, Russo held her blade up and lunges toward them.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko "Impossible! That idiot was able to finish it after all!" A cult member said before he tried to block the attack. "Ryoku, these madmen have Life Fiber stitched all over their body and synchronizing with these cloaks, explaining their power," he said to his friend, happy to be with her once more. The shield was broken, but it reformed in a wave of tatters. "My guess is that the Nexus Fibers are one of the stitches used on their bodies," Senketsu said to Ryoku. Diego was doing all right against the one with the sword, but he wasn't a super good fighter. "Come on. I know you gotta do something," Diego said to the Grand Fiber Needle. He jabbed at the cloak and watched as the needle went through it. Then he noticed a red fiber getting caught in the eye of the needle as Diego was pulling it.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu "Whatever, let's cut the cloaks off then... They're just stupid people who are corrupted by the damn fibers..." She sighed and lunged again toward one of the hoods, cutting through him, seeing a fiber and turning to cut that off. Ryuuko then turned and started lunging out at another, it didn't really take long to take out one of the other two either, "There will be more then, they won't hope to even touch me while I'm still alive." Bumps</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko The cloaks were cut off, but they kept reforming onto them. One cult member, who had lost his in tatters, had entered a wound he got. "These guys... what the hell did they do to themselves?" Diego asked in disgust as he saw the stitches. "What the-?!" he yelled when he pulled the needle and one of the cult members was screaming. DVB saw the life fiber wrapped around the eye of the needle. DVB then touched the fiber, causing the cult member to spasm. Reacting on gut instinct, he threw the needle like a javelin and it pierced the foe, catching the fiber before it sailed into DVB' hand and he began to control the fibers. "That needle seems to cause some reaction in these Life Fibers," Senketsu said, looking surprised as DVB was trying to control the ensnared cult member like a puppet.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu She was shocked as well, "what the hell? Hey Senketsu, I have a weird feeling I can't trust anyone here...," she said, holding up her blade. Ryuuko rushed in to try to attack one of them, but then backing far off in case her first swing would have missed. "We need to be careful around that damn thing, I don't trust anyone using it whether they're friend or foe..." Ryuuko jumped back landing on a rooftop and wondered what her next move or plan of action was.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko "He did go through the effort and pain to remake me," Senketsu said to her analytically. "Furthermore, he did give us back the Scissor Blade, so he does appear to be a friend," he added. "Or are you just afraid of the massive needle?" he couldn't help but joke. Diego managed to try and get one cult member to knock out the other and when he gave a yank, he saw two large red fibers come out. "Those are the Nexus Fibers; they appear to be on the stitch near the heart of these robed men," Senketsu added before Diego was hit hard by the third cult member, sending him flying to a tree. The cult member then got the remaining threads to make himself stronger and was headed to Diego, to ram him with a massive hammer-like structure. "He's in trouble," Senketsu pointed out, wondering what Ryuko will do.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu She looked down at him. "I know, maybe it is the needle," she said. "Even if he cares about us, I still have a weird suspicion of him... we still have to be careful." She looked back up as the hood attacked him. "Hey! Over here!" She yelled, jumping off and slamming her blade down on top of him before he could react. After a moment, she began slashing all over his chest and face.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko The cultists tore his threads and saw as his beloved fibers were torn from him. "No... HOW DARE YOU SEVER MY CONNECTION TO THE GREAT WEAVER?!" he shouted in madness. Before he could try and merge with it, the needles and life fibers were ripped away from him and out of reach when the Grand Fiber Needle went through him and struck a tree. He came out wounded and bruised but still conscious. "That guy can really take a beating," Senketsu said with a smirk. "Hey, you and Senketsu doing okay?" Diego managed to ask her.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu She looked behind her fast, noticing the needle fly toward her, jumping out of the way and turning to see the dead body of the last cultist. "What the hell! You could have at least warned me!" she said, pissed and snorted by that. Ryuuko simply looked down at him for a moment then behind her to Diego. "Well, maybe if you didn't throw that damn thing while I was still beating the crap out of him," she said, picking up her sword and holding it over her shoulder.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko "I'd tell you, but I'm afraid I'm about to pass out," Diego said before he finally succumbed to days of exhaustion and effort as well as the battle taking its toll. "Well, we better take him back to your place until he wakes up. Looking at him, it appears that he hasn't been eating or sleeping for days. He has probably been spending those days repairing me," Senketsu said. "He also went through the trouble of getting the Scissor Blades out of the ocean and the fact he was looking for you specifically means it's important," he elaborated on.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu Ryuuko sighed as she turned around to see him, knowing he hadn't died, just tired as hell... Slowly walking up to him, she looked down almost staring, "You must still have your memories then, and you told him about me, that's why." "Fine," she replied, "I guess if I can ask him what that guy was talking about a weaver or something..." She held the blade to her side and slowly helped him up, putting an arm on her shoulder and slowly, "Dammit! He's heavy. How do you expect me to take him back?" She asked, trying hard to keep him standing.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko "No... I wasn't awake until just now. How this guy managed to figure it out escapes me. However, I imagine we will get the answers when he returns to consciousness," Senketsu explained as he watched her try to carry the kid. "The answer is coming now," he added as a car pulled up with Mako and her family inside, offering a lift. How did they know? Probably through Mako's inane logic.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu She sighed and looked around, "fine whatever." She put one of his arms around her shoulder and slowly stood up, noticing a car coming toward her. "Mak-ko?!" she asked, surprised just standing there and looking for a moment. "Well...hey, I could use some help here," she told her friend with a smile, happy to see her again. Mako looked over quietly, "unmm who is he?" she asked, putting a finger under her chin while wondering. "Just help me please!" Ryuuko was starting to struggle more with him now. Mako sighed, "ok then, ryuuko lets go." She slidily went over and slowly took his other arm before they slowly all went into the car, driving back home to their house. As they came back, Ryuuko and Mako lifted him again, "that's good, let him rest in my room then," Ryuuko sighed and laid him down on the floor, hands on hips looking down at him. "Is there anything you wanna do now, ryuuko?" The young girl looked back at her friend. "Don't really know, maybe I'll take a bath or something." She replied, turning to walk out. "Ok then, I'll get the tub for you!!" Mako ran off down the hall into the bathroom.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko The day turned into twilight as the sun was setting. Diego stirred, having managed to wake up. He must have been out for hours at least. However, he still felt really tired, but not flat-out exhausted and to the brim with fatigue. Deciding to use his bit of active time wisely, he looked around. He was in a basic bedroom. Light was barely on. He sighed before sitting up, still feeling empty. "Awake now then?" Senketsu's voice said from somewhere nearby. Diego turned around and saw Senketsu relaxing on a chair. "Yeah," Diego said as he held his head. "How did you do it? Fix me I mean?" he asked in a serious tone. "The needle. It was called the Grand Fiber Needle. I think enough of you survived to where I just knew what to do. The needle guided me... though my hand injuries were due to the substandard hands I have," he said. "That spark from Ryuko was part of your spirit awakening you in the outfit," he added. "Where is she?" he asked.</s>	<\|message\|>Senketsu Hey, Ryuuko! It's ready!" Mak called out in the hall as Ryuuko was sitting on the couch watching the clouds out the window. The young girl turned and walked down the hall, "thanks a lot, Mak," she said with a smile. The brown-haired girl giggled happily before walking off into the living room where she looked around for a moment with a sigh before heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. She stripped down and climbed into the hot water, giving another sigh of relaxation. Ryuuko always found it easy to relieve some stress by doing this, and it helped her stay calm.</s>
<\|description\|>Arima Junichiro J U N I C H I R O "So what if I'm throwing my life away? We're all going to die at some point, so just make things easier for the both of us and put the money in the bag."Overview --- Age 20 Gender Male Occupation FreeterCharacterization & Conceptualization --- What Do They Look Like? A completely bland and unassuming young Japanese man, sporting long black hair normally tied into a ponytail, and an otherwise unremarkable face if not for the permanent scar on the bridge of his nose. Standing at 5'9", Junichiro sports a rather average physique, with a bit of notable musculature due to working in menial labor for a while. Junichiro's way of dress makes him look somewhat slimmer than he actually is, sporting long-sleeved shirts and jackets to hide scars both self-inflicted and received from an accident. Junichiro also walks with a very slight limp, although it is unknown to him if they are from injuries his body still has failed to heal, or his own overwork. What Are They Like? A nihilistic and rebellious youth who chafes against tradition. A quiet freak who's depressing to be around. An impertinent brat who says what he wants and doesn't respect his elders. All these things easily describe Junichiro on a surface level. A lot of Junichiro's current issues stem from his survivor's guilt, which did little to help his low sense of self-worth. Prone to self-destructive hobbies and posting on dubious message boards, it could be said that Junichiro is the epitome of all that is wrong with Japan's youth. What's Their Story? Living a quiet life in Kyoto, Junichiro's upbringing was quite average, obtaining average grades and doing all the normal things boys his age did. Having no drive to do anything extraordinary or groundbreaking, he was content to live an average life so long as it was with his childhood friend, Kaoru. To Junichiro, Kaoru was a shining beacon in his otherwise dull life, an outstanding student with dreams to one day become a doctor. Junichiro knew he needed to tell Kaoru his feelings at some point, but he never could quite find the right time to. Sadly, nothing in life was guaranteed, no matter how mundane, and Junichiro would find that out the hard way, months before graduation. Junichiro awakened, almost sandwiched between two bus seats with shards of glass sticking out of his arms, and one of his legs bent at an unnatural angle. He called out Kaoru's name in the chaos, but to no avail, crying out for him to the point of exhaustion. When help finally arrived, Junichiro was already losing consciousness, the last thing he saw was Kaoru giving him a dull and lifeless stare. The lone survivor of a violent bus crash, the news called it a miracle, but Junichiro saw it all as unfair. Why did he have the right to live when there were others on that bus who lived more meaningful lives than he did, who were able to contribute more to the world than he ever would? Their deaths, all of them haunted Junichiro, but none more than Kaoru, his corpse forever burned into Junichiro's mind. Even after his recovery in the hospital, Junichiro never quite healed from that crash. He stayed home every day after that, too afraid to come out of his shell, not out of fear for the world at large and its many dangers, but instead to avoid the attention his story entailed. Junichiro even missed his graduation, having more or less dropped out of high school after that. His family was worried, although there was little they could do to help him. Not wanting to trouble them any longer, Junichiro moved to the big city. To Osaka, where nobody would know him as "the one who lived." In Osaka, Junichiro changed. Rather than the quiet background character, Junichiro developed into a punk who was not afraid to say what he wished, silently regretting the fact he could not say the one thing he yearned to. He became a laborer, doing odd jobs that were hard on his already broken body so that he could distract himself. No matter what he did, however, Junichiro still could not keep those memories, their faces, out of his mind. Junichiro felt he needed to be punished, to atone for the sin of living. It was because of this that lead Junichiro to walk into that convenience store, wearing a face mask and clutching a fake gun tightly in his jacket pocket... Why Did The Wish Choose Them? As scum of the Earth who could not conform to societal norms, those who knew Junichiro would be completely bewildered to hear he was summoned as a hero. However, despite his self-loathing and inability to move on from past trauma, Junichiro carries within deep him a spark to live on, an inborn desire to survive for the sake of those who had fallen. A rather contradictory sort, isn't he? What "Hero" Will They Embody? Why? Possessing a will to endure and a body that has already been broken before, Junichiro is unafraid of putting himself in harm's way for others, believing that he is better off taking any injuries in their stead. Junichiro also possesses the decisive courage of a knight, to do what is required and say what is needed, as he knows the pain of being unable to say what his heart truly yearned for. A survivor in both body and mind, Junichiro's very being resembles the Hero of Defense. What Belongings Will They Take With Them? - An airsoft M1911, painted black to resemble a real gun. Unloaded and without gas. - A black, ragged facemask. - A baseball cap with the logo of an American punk rock band.Talents & Abilities --- Mundane Talents As a freelancer who gravitated towards less glamorous ways to make a living, Junichiro possesses the physique of a laborer. That is to say, it is not quite impressive, and those who actually care about fitness would scoff at how much he could actually lift. Nonetheless, it would be a mistake to refer to Junichiro as merely "weak." Junichiro also possesses minor knowledge in construction work and waste management, well aware of Japan's complex garbage disposal laws. Achieved Abilities & Knowledges Zero.</s> <\|message\|>Arima Junichiro --- Junichiro stirred awake at last, his eyes fluttering open to the starlit sky. Between the smell of fresh air and the grassy bed that he had awoken upon, the freeter had a feeling he wasn't quite in Osaka anymore. Before he stood up to look around, Junichiro quickly closed his eyes once more when he heard the sound of others awakening. He wasn't quite sure where he was, but he also didn't want to deal with strangers after having a rough night's sleep like this... not without first having an idea where he was. Junichiro tried to think back to his last memory, hazy as it was. He was definitely at that FamilyMart, clenching his false weapon tightly and pointing it at the cashier before a sharp pain struck the back of his head, and... "Shit..." A whispered expletive left the young man's lips as he pondered his situation more. Was there a thug in that store that he pissed off? Or, worse, was it protected by the yakuza? Whatever it was, Junichiro's heart couldn't help but thump quickly as he realized the ramification of his actions. He's heard the stories, after all. A part of him wanted to get caught, to be punished for his actions, but a larger part wanted his fingers and his toes intact. Emptying the contents of his bladder, Junichiro thought to himself just how in the hell was he supposed to get out of this. Hearing them talking amongst themselves, the young man thought they were distracted enough for him to make a run for it! Sitting up, Junichiro was surprised to feel that one of his jacket's pockets still had that familiar weight to it. Junichiro still had his gun, it seemed. Without a second thought, Junichiro quickly stood up to face the rest. For a very brief moment, he'd be surprised at how quickly he was able to get up, given his condition. After all, his bad leg hurt the most in the morning, when he would first stand up for today. Chalking it up to adrenaline, the freeter clumsily pulled his false armament out, pointing it in the direction of the flashing smartphone lights. Assuming they were naught but thugs and criminals, and not taking any more time to get his bearings, Junichiro held his airsoft M1911 tightly in both hands in a way that would make a gun enthusiast shake their head. He then shouted to the top of his lungs, ignorant of whatever other dangers may lurk deep within these woods. "Don't fuck with me!"</s> <\|message\|>Kaneko, Ohta Shit message, if that was the case. Why didn't those slimey bottomfeeders keep the messaging subtle when they went after the suite? Kept it private, personal. Not blown it up so much that it was impossible to find a relative that hadn't heard of his parents' misdeeds. Ohta simmered quietly, his gaze focused nowhere in particular. The consuming darkness and the stark, electronic light made it easy to zone out, even as he regarded the others in the same light. A girl? A woman? Something inbetween, someone also stuck with the sharks, if messages were what she made of this. A foppish man, well-kept with long hair. Performer, perhaps? Musician or idol. Had that sort of feel to him. And the last... "Don't fuck with me!" A gun. A real fucking gun. Right here. Outta nowhere. Pointed at them. Ohta froze, the terror and aggression on the man's face amplified by the shadows cast by the smartphone. His mind churned. His heart burned. Out here, in the middle of nowhere. Two strangers, one enemy. No light in sight other than his own. Close range. Fuck this guy. Turn off the light, tackle his legs, wrestle away the gun, and then bash his fucking skull in. It'll be easy. It'll be clean. Who here would report him to the cops? With four words, it became us versus him. And Ohta felt great. He felt energized. He felt as if he could do it. No hesitation. Take his hands and pull that fucking subhuman's face into two meaty pieces. But a gun was a gun. And murder was murder. What were the optics? Could he risk it? Didn't have medical for bullet wounds. Worse off if this punk was one of the higher ups' relatives. Was this just the high from having somehow gotten proper rest? Was this just the straw of bullshit that burst his dam? Ohta shifted his gaze down, away from the gunman's face. He couldn't risk it. Couldn't even risk being pissed about it. "No one's fucking with you, man," came his sycophant voice, traitorous and serpentine. "Lower your gun, please? We're not even sure why we're here." But if the gunman did, if the chances of getting shot out of the blue decreased, would that tilt the scales in Ohta's decision-making? Make his initial response more reasonable? He didn't know. Not yet. So he kept his smartphone's light trained on the man, waiting for those eyes to adjust, to grow accustomed to light. Accustomed to seeing, until it was turned off.</s> <\|message\|>Ikazuchi Hiroko --- Unnamed Forest - ??? --- Hiroko nodded at Kaito, pleased with his introduction and a name to add to the face. She rolled her shoulders in a shrug. "Don't know. Can't remember anything." She admitted. From the confused reaction from Kaito, it would seem that he didn't know anything either. What a strange coincidence. Her hand reached up to the back of her neck, turning to the torii. "Can't think of anyone who can-" Cut off by the final man in their group, eyes wide with surprise and horror as a gun was trained right at the man who held the light. Could it be that he was part of the group that decided to teach them a lesson? Though, from his reaction, some part of Hiroko's brain argued that he was probably just as lost as they were. But he was armed. And they weren't. He was up in arms and ready to pull the trigger at them. Hiroko had never been in a situation like this before. She's faced customers who would scream at her face for doing things according to policy or because of a misunderstanding. Those, she can handle with no problems. But this? This was beyond her paygrade. Most of her instincts were telling her to duck, take cover somewhere. But all around her were just grass and she doubted that the torii could cover herself fully. Besides, what's stopping the man from unloading an entire clip on them while they were scrambling for cover. Hiroko was itching to have something on hand to at least fight back with but she doubted a lighter would make a difference. The other man began speaking to try and defuse the situation. A brave choice considering the gun was pointing at him. "We're just trying to figure out where we are so we can get back." Hiroko added, her tone a lot softer and more genuine than the flashlight holder. "We're not going to hurt you." Or well, she was speaking for herself for the most part. It wasn't like she knew any moves besides the basics to fight someone off with anyway.</s>	<\|message\|>Arima Junichiro A bead of sweat rolled down Junichiro's forehead as he kept his gun trained towards the light. Whoever these people were, whatever is going on, he couldn't help but feel as if perhaps they were in the same situation as himself. Maybe they've all crossed the yakuza, and they were all thrown here to "disappear." Maybe this was some sick joke by some underworld boss and they're all being secretly filmed. Regardless, Junichiro did not falter in his stance. "Just stay back, all of you!" The freeter exclaimed, stepping backwards slowly. He waved his gun at each of them, although he kept it particularly pointed at the two who spoke to him. As he did, he took quick glances of his surroundings, getting a better idea of where they were at. In particular, Junichiro was interested in that giant torii, thinking it would lead back to civilization. Taking a breath and regaining his composure, Junichiro would open his mouth to speak once more, his arms faltering slightly. Before he could utter a word, however, the light from the man's smartphone would give out. Did it run out of batteries? Whatever the case may be, the young man knew he lost most of his leverage with that light away. He could barely see in the dark, and that bright light didn't help. Knowing full well that he would lose control of the situation soon, especially without some sort of warning shot, Junichiro would instead do exactly what was expected of someone whose first actions after waking up in an unknown place would include pissing themselves. The freeter ran off, beelining for the torii. Using the rush of adrenaline to push through the somewhat absent feeling of pain in his legs, Junichiro would pass through the gates, abandoning those he had woken up with. Sure, there was strength in numbers especially in a remote place like this, but sticking with the rest seemed futile to the nihilistic young man. If anything, knowing his luck, Junichiro would just end up getting the rest of them killed as well. And besides, he still didn't trust any of them.</s>
<\|description\|>Ade Moore Age: 31 Race: Human Height: 6'2" Build: Large Skin: Black Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Backstory: Ade started as a guardsman for the lands of a wealthy merchant, and although the work was tedious and boring he found that being with a sort of brotherhood was good for him, especially when one particular fellow guard started teaching him the basics of smithing and armour-making. Although he never thought of himself as a smith, he found that he liked the acrid atmosphere and the hard work and sweat needed to make armour, and the skill needed with a hammer. However much his love grew however, he still had responsibilities to the Merchant and guarding his lands, but when the man died of a sudden heart attack he saw it as an opportunity to go to the a new land they called Khoyee; he gathered whatever wealth he made from his crude armours and his time as a guard and hired a ship. Primary Role: Combatant Secondary Role: Laborer Role Sheet (Link) Starting Weapon: Hammer Stats: Level - 4 Aura: 225 Health: 275 Strength: 3 Dex: 0 Intelligence: 0 Fortitude: 4 Stun Resist: 100/125 Pierce Resist: 8.5%</s> <\|message\|>THE BANDIT MAKING CONTEST Maps Forest Beaches Caves</s> <\|message\|>THE BANDIT MAKING CONTEST Off the Coast of the Eastern Forest of Kohyee Aboard a small vessel a party of brave adventurers seek to establish new lives for themselves. Each have their own reasons and all of those reasons bring them here now, together. Recently there has been rumor of a province in the Eastern Forest that is offering land to those of unique skill. What skills those are exactly are yet to be seen but the promise of land has been more than enough to intrigue dozens of souls to flock to the location of this rumored province. "We should see land soon." The captain said to the party on the deck below. "Well perhaps not see through this blasted fog but we'll know we're close once we see the beam of the lighthouse passing overhead!" The captain was a well built fellow for his age, white of hair and gray of chest. He wore a loose white shirt open at the chest, perhaps due to choice but mostly because the buttons had been chipped away long ago. "I could of sworn we'd be close now." The captain said to himself. He had been to these shores many a time to sell his fish to the local settlement, the same one the party below was seeking. A couple years ago the province had built a large light house to ensure ships never hit the rocky cliffs along the shore. It's beam of light could be seen through the thickest of fogs, but its light he could not see. He squeenched his eyes as he tried to make out what was before them. Just as the captain began to question their location the ship shook and the sound of wood shattering could be heard. "HOLD ON!" He turned the wheel with great effort but it was too late, the small ship was going to crash. CSSHHH, PHEW! Eastern Forest, Beach Region 4 The party finds themselves thrown across the sand along the face of a cliff. The captain was still aboard his ship laid across the right side. "Hack, heck. Curses. Where the devil is the lighthouse?" He put his right arm over the railing of the ship and lifted himself up, putting his left hand alongside his right to help gather his balance. For the first time he could now see what lie before them. "There she is..." Further down the beach where the cliff protuded, debris lay scattered across the beach. Stone walls lay in an arch from cliff top to sea bottom. Just above the waves the captain could make out the metalwork of the light house's peak. "What in Chaos' name has happened here?" Suddenly pain ripped through the captain's body and he fell to his knees. "Heck, hack." He pulled his hand away from his mouth to see his skin stained in crimson. He looked down to see a large chunk off wood puncturing through his gut. He laid back and saw that one of the shafts of the wheel had broken off and now lay embedded into his intestines. It must have broke off into him when he was thrown against the wheel. He grabbed the shrapnel and began to pull but the pain was too much. He would die here, that much was certain. It was only a matter of time. His vision grew blurry and he mumbled to himself, "I had only hoped I would die in the embrace of the sea."</s> <\|message\|>Mier coles Mier was woken up the by the violence of the sea. In one sudden moment his vision was completely blurred as he struggled keeping his breath while pulled below the waves as the salt stung his eyes. The moment seemed to last an eternity until he was unceremoniously spat onto the shore. Luckily for him, he was fine and the only issues were the sand and water getting everywhere and his box was missing. He'd run along the shore finding the box and inspecting it, becoming relived to see it managed to hold airtight. He'd continue searching along for any survivors just in case, before he'd make his way to the lighthouse. Already he was uncomfortable with the sand chafing everywhere. He stumbled across the dying Captain in his sorry condition. With a flourish he took out a guitar and began playing tun. "Old man, your death is premature." Was all he said as he played his tune which carried a revitalizing magic. Spending 66/75 aura to heal the old man</s> <\|message\|>Ade Moore Ade stood on the deck of the ship, leaning over the railing as it sailed through the water, a heavy fog covering them all. Strapped to his back was his blue and white round shield, and hanging at his hip through a loop was a heavy looking hammer. He wore simple clothes: a blue and brown tunic with black breeches and a pair of boots. Whatever armour he had made back home he sold off to get enough coin for this voyage to a new land. A land that promised riches, adventures, and lives in which they could shape from their own hands. He had dreams, Ade, dreams where he would make himself a manor in one of the established cities, a large piece of land that he owned that would pass from generation to generation. He knew of some that wanted to be kings, and others that wanted to be lords. He had no such dreams himself. He just wanted a large piece of land that would suffice him and his offsprings for generations. He would leave the rest to others, to the more ambitious individuals. Not that he wasn't ambitious, but his laid elsewhere, in more material things that he could physically touch. And make. Ade turned his head when the captain shouted that they were near land. It was about time, he thought to himself as he pushed off of the railings and walked towards the middle of the deck. That's when the ship started shuddering; with nothing to hold on to, Ade fell to a knee with a curse and before he could realize what was happening he was lifted into the air as if thrown by some invisible force off the ship and fell in shallow water. He sat up sputtering and with a heavy gasp of air when he looked to the ship as if to lay blame to the captain when he saw the vessel in near ruins, shattered upon large, heavy rocks. His eyes widened as he stood up uncertainly and noticed one of the passengers make their way to the captain who happened to have a spoke piercing his abdomen. He didn't know much about wounds, seeing as he'd never fought anything in his life besides a few brawls, but everyone knew a wound to the stomach was as close to a death sentence as one could get without actually getting one. Then, the passenger brought out a guitar and started singing. Ade blinked, taken aback. He looked around uncertainly in confusion, not fully understanding what was going on. Shrugging to himself, he approached the passenger and the captain and knelt then laid a hand on the captain's shoulder, sparing a glance for the singing madman and looked the captain in the eyes. "Look at me and brace," he said. "Just keep looking and brace." Then he suddenly pulled the spoke out with a savage grunt, stumbling back a step. He looked down at the bloody piece of wood and tossed it to the side. "We should find a healer," he said. "Before this good man dies."</s> <\|message\|>Fahall the Frozen [POST EXPUNGED]</s> <\|message\|>Autumn The Elfheim had been surprised when she first met one of her kind. She did not know that there were others like her. People of nature, who were once one thing and were now something else. When she had first ventured into the places that person had come from, she was met and taken care of by others. She was informed of everything she needed, and took up a name of her own. Autumn. A season that the world ventures into once a year. It seemed like a nice name. Some had complaints about it, but she had already made her choice. They had spent some time to get her used to actual interaction, having her practice with them as partners, but she nearly always spoke in such a way that normal conversation was impossible. Furthermore, her preferred occupation was...strange for their kind. Autumn wished to build. Not just to push walls together or craft wooden equipment and machines, but to work a forge, get close to flames and mold metal into a shape. Given what they were made of, it was dangerous...but Autumn wanted it. She had the knowledge of it, gained from the one that gave her feeling in the first place. She knew how to do it, and insisted on the practice. It was only after they had suggested she use her knowledge to help others in a new land that she had gotten on a ship. The people were...different from the one she knew first. They were quiet and loud. Eager and awkward. Concerned and disinterested. They were not the same. She knew to expect that, but Autumn still felt uncomfortable around them. Of course, the feeling of a ship being tossed about wasn't really good either. It didn't help that it not only got worse, but proceeded to throw everyone to land. Autumn corrected her positioning when she finished skimming across the sand. After recovering, she looked up to find people singing to the injured captain, and a stranger walking into what was left of the seafaring vessel.</s> <\|message\|>Yang Teng Yang exited the boat, though it had crashed he didn't seem all too bothered about it. Instead he adjusted his attire as he left and walked onto the beach. He took in the sites around him, he could see the captain laid out, his wound had just been opened by the wood being removed by a man, whilst another sang him a song; it wasn't the best Yang had heard but he thought if it was the last time for a dying man it wouldn't have been too bad. He turned his head around as he approached the captain on the beach to see not only a scavenger attempting to grab something off the vessel but also what appeared to be a moving tree. He crouched down next to the captain and his two nurses. "Hello Gentlemen, truly a sad day. A fleeting tune for a long life. We shall morne you." He said before realising his wound had been healed by the song. "Is what I'd say if you had not survived this encounter. What marvelous tenacity you have sir."</s> <\|message\|>THE BANDIT MAKING CONTEST Healed but faint of energy, the captain looked from side to those around him, "You surely are an odd bunch." He tried to stand but instead took a knee, it felt like he had done a hundred situps more than he could handle and his stomach was a twisted knot, but he supposed it was better than death. "I thank you..." He shook the hands of the two who had saved him "each of you." The captain looked about at his surroundings once more. His ship was a wreck, quite literally, and a man seemed to be wandering off with what looked like the hilt of his rapier sticking out from the man's bag. He shrugged it off, he was in no condition to start a fight and he wasn't fond of being torn a new hole in his gut to replace the last one. "It seems we have found the promised land," He looked to either side, "But the land isn't quite as we expected it to be." The captain took a breath, "I don't recall if we had a proper introduction and seeing as I won't be sailing off and waving goodbye as I had intended perhaps it is best I stick around." With a bit of struggle, the middle-aged man put two hands to his knees and straightened himself up. "The names Geralt. I'm not from these parts but I have been here more than a time or two." Geralt looks to the rubble that was once a lighthouse, "With any luck, the settlement isn't as bad off as the lighthouse here. I could serve as a guide of sorts if you'd like." He looks back to his ship, "Or I could get to work breaking down my fair lady into something more useful should you not need me to accompany you." He shakes the hands of those that saved him once again, walks over to the helm of his once ship and rests his back against it. "The choice is yours friends."</s> <\|message\|>Autumn "You would discard her so easily?", asked Autumn. While she would appreciate a guide to help them throughout this new place, she couldn't help but feel a little concerned. She was somewhat dissappointed that a person whose occupation had led her to believe that they loved their sea-faring vessels as close companions. The way this one spoke of his vessel...It was as if it was meant to only be a tool, and nothing else. Honestly, she could not help but feel a bit of offense to that. "Can she not be repaired as she is now?"</s> <\|message\|>Mier coles "No problem" Was all he said to the Captain. The man put his instrument back into the case and then walked away. It was not up to him to decide what to do with the remains of the ship. Either choice worked and he had no preference. The man looked at the lighthouse at the distance for a while. He then let his gaze wonder around the surrounding location. He was mentally figuring out the general direction of how to get there. He figured that would be the best place to go next. As such, he began to walk slowly into the general direction of the of lighthouse.</s>	<\|message\|>Ade Moore Ade was still somewhat in shock at the way the music had healed the Captain but soon snapped out of it. "Why don't you do a bit of both?" He offered as he stepped up to the Captain. "You could help us get to the nearest settlement and we can help you men and money to repair your ship as thanks." It seemed a good idea to him, to give whatever small money he could earn to the Captain in order to help repair his ship, but he couldn't speak for the others. The tree-looking sentient creature seemed to want to help, but he didn't know how far that help would go. If it came to it however, he'd help the Captain on his own; it was the right thing to do after all, considering all the man gave up for their journey.</s>
<\|description\|>Ralena Age: 24 Appearance: Ralena is an attractive young woman with blonde hair. She's 5' 9" and has an athletic build. Her hair is shoulder length. She is often seen in her battle attire, including iron armour, gauntlets and boots. When not in her armour, she sometimes wears formal wear. Skills: Various sword skills. Also skilled using a whip. Equipment: Two swords, iron armour and a whip. Personality: Ralena is not the most friendly person. Often seen as very serious. Because of her desire for efficiency, she is often seen as cold and tactical. Although it is not known if she has many friends, the few allies that she does have seem to be very powerful. She listens to her superiors, but has a hard time working with others, especially on a team. Biography: Ralena began her training as a knight two years ago. It is her desire to protect the kingdom and its people. It also seems that she has the intention of gaining rank as a knight, but her reasoning for this is not yet clear.</s> <\|message\|>Nex Nex nodded as Hazael correct him in how to say her name. "Got it, Hazael, not Hazel. Nex will make sure to remember that. As for name, Nex doesn't remember, so Nex goes by Nex, I am Nex, Nex is me, Nex is Nex." He giggled slightly, at a joke only he seemed to hear or understand. He took some time to fold up the flyer and stuff it into the cloak he was wearing. Underneath said cloak, Nex was wearing no shirt, some gauze wrappings around his arms that went from his hands down to his elbows, and some ragged black breeches that seemed to be falling apart at the seems. He also wore a thick, black belt, which seemed to have something attached to it, but it couldn't be seen due to the cloak hiding it from view. "Nex came cause Nex was bored, Arachnoblaster sounds like fun. Oh," Nex turned around quickly to address the red headed stranger, taking a secind to look at the sword. He could ferk some kind of energy from it, meaning it must be enchanted, though what that might be was a mystery. Turning his eyes back up to the swords owner face, he smiled again. "Glad to meet you, Red head, my na e is Nex, what is your name, and is it okay if I call you Red Head?" Nex also wanted to say high to the lady on the bench, but she was trying to be sneaky, and it would be rude of him to point her out like that.</s> <\|message\|>Ralena Ralena watched as a few more people moved along the street. Someone else joined the two that were near the wall. Another male. "That makes three so far," she said quietly, speaking into the air. She took a moment to look directly at the three people ahead and ended up making eye contact with one of them. She stared at the young woman for a few moments, before returning to her reading again. I can't make out what they're saying, but it's too soon to move in. Who knows how many more may show up. A man began his way down the streets, pushing a fruit cart along the street. Ralena blinked for a moment, before standing and putting her reading material back in her pocket. She waved a hand to the man with the cart and jogged over to him. "How much are two of these?" she asked the man, looking at some of the fruit. Eventually, she bit into a juicy fruit, while standing in the middle of the street. She looked at the small group near the wall and raised her arm, eventually letting the fruit fly towards the three people. She didn't aim at any of them in particular, but if no one moved it was sure to hit at least one of them. The fruit was medium sized and had a soft, but firm texture on the outside.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier "Guns huh? Well, I wouldn't know about those," Chloe said jovially in response as she listened to him speak, though in truth she was quite serious. Her form of magic required her to possess a rather in depth knowledge of the shapes and properties of weapons. The more she knew the easier it was to create them through her magic. Swords were easy. Shields were even easier if you wanted something simple but strong. Guns though, guns were a weapon that she could not create with her magic. Too many moving parts for a start. She moved over to the table that he had indicated and knelt down before the chest and looked it over. She did not go to open it. "I will be, in a manner of speaking, though not without those rods~" she said in an almost lyrical, singsong tone. "I may need to use them before the day is out you see, depending on what the young lady knight has to say~" The truth at the moment was that she had no idea what was going to happen when she got her answer. She might even need to use them on the lady herself, if it came to it. She looked at the blacksmiths back and stared at him for a moment as a thought occurred to her. "Chloe Magnolia Chevalier, at your service my lord craftsman," she said playfully without a hint of apparent sarcasm.</s> <\|message\|>Avon L. Ruhame Avon Ruhame After noting the poster's information and pounding into his brain the location and time, he decided he would check it out a little bit early. He glanced at the poster before he left to see the gates, as much as he would've loved to take the poster himself so he could easily reference the information, that might have made it so others wouldn't know about it. And ruining other people's job opportunities wasn't something he was up for. So, after speaking the information aloud in order to get it down for sure, he meandered over towards the gate. ' Wow, fuck. I hope they still have room for me. ' Not only did it look like there was a meeting about it today, but it was packed! If Avon had any other promising jobs he could've got, he would probably had just left. But his curiosity and trouble looking for work in the town made it so he would stay. The people around him didn't look all that untrustworthy, however handfull of them gave off some shady vibes. Not that it mattered, if there were this many people the job would most likely be a huge success. 'It'd be as smooth as a lynchin' was the wording he used when he thought about it. Well, with this many people though the money might be split into pretty small chunks, and the job offer never said it was going to pay well. As Avon drew closer, he was able to pick out who was Hazael, and what she was saying. Instantly he felt like an idiot. Wow If I ain't the biggest dumbass in this crowd I would never find who is. He had thought the spider was some company brand, or what symbol the group would be representing. Not what they were hunting! Oh well, at least no one knew that's what he thought it would be. He was also surprised at the job request itself. Now, Avon isn't, nor ever was too great of a monster hunter, but a job like this was one he was somewhat excited to go on. Helping scientists, killing baddies, getting payed, sounded like a honest job! So long as he wasn't expected to extort some old men after the job was done he was ready to go! After Hazael finished explaining the job, she asked for those present to introduce themselves. Avon decided on waiting a bit before throwing himself out there, people probably wouldn't want to hear about the wandering amateur gunsmith anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Nex Nex's cloak flew outwards as a tendril of black intercepted the fruit that seemed to be headed his way, spearing it right through the center. It retreated slightly, stopping only to allow Nex to pull the fruit off of it, then it dispersed nothingness. Nex took a bite out of it, enjoying the taste of it, sweet yet tart at the same time. Nex walked over to the person who has thrown the fruit, his ever present smile still plastered on his face. "You know it's not nice to throw things lady, people could get hurt. But now that you've stopped trying to be sneaky, Nex can ask you who you are. Nex likes having a lot of friends, would you like to be one of them?" Nex continued to munch on the fruit, nodding towards the lady as he continued to speak. "Also, thanks for fruit, it's very good." Akira</s> <\|message\|>Dante Dante Dante listened to the girl talk, ears perking up when he heard about the rods. He looked at her, dropping the final complete rod into the cloth he had set up next to the anvil, the rod clinking as it hit the others. "Why are you talking like that?" he asked, giving her an odd gaze. When she mentioned her name and being at his service, he cocked his head, eyes widening a little. "Oh, uh... ok. I'm Dante Obsid. Pleasure to meet you." Dante said calmly, handing the bag with the items to the girl. He put up the 'Gone for awhile' sign, and stepped out, shaking his cloak after grabbing his sword, the sharp blade at his waist. "Anyways, I'm off about this adventure. Feel free to follow!" He said, mimicking the sing-song voice and dashing off, using the same path he did when he first moved here, jumping off the side, landing on an old, steady roof, and running along it, jumping aside, not many bothering to look up, and he made his way to the gate, wanting to hear about the adventure. Hearing about this from one like Hazeal, surprised him. He was excited. Something like this hadn't happened to him before. His blood rushed at the thought. He soon was in sight of the gate of the capital, running and waving, hoping he wasn't too late.</s> <\|message\|>Cassie Strom "Right, sorry Sir." Cassie backed off on the teasing, slowing her pace to let the young man take the lead. While she was fully willing to fluster and annoy, she wasn't willing to ACTUALLY undermine a superior officer's pride and authority in public. Despite her attitude, she was a soldier, and a good one at that. Plus, Astarte seemed surprisingly innocent and full of idealism. She didn't have the heart to crush that. At the mention of her wages, however, her thoughts turned to Donat as she puffed her pipe quietly. Expansion of the empire would cripple, rather than bring power. The other nations wouldn't just stand around and let themselves be pushed back. They'd fight. The grand dream of a mighty empire would fracture. Internal power struggles, the poor get trampled, civil war, suppression...Cassie's mind flicked back and forth. Not so much on the potential war, not even on whether or not the nation would survive...but on which side she'd find herself. On one hand, she disagreed heavily with the idea of expansionism. The other nations were allies, there was peace. Living in poverty had let the bombardier learn many things, the least of which being that no matter what's happening, it's the weak and poor who suffer for the strong and rich. But on the other hand, her family relied on her own military wages to stay above the water. If she opposed Donat openly, assuming she wasn't executed on the spot, she'd be discharged from the military. Her family would crumble. A matter of pride and principal versus family and necessity. She had time to decide. She would see what the Knight Lieutenant was planning. It could be a ruse to sniff out those who opposed Donat and kill them. See how things go. Make a decision then. For now, focus on the fact that she'd got to unload her Howler into a living monster, instead of another damn training dummy. The thought filled her with glee as she adjusted the straps to her massive harness, already measuring the charges in her head. Judging by the name and the mention of silk, this thing was a spider of some sort. Hard shell. Squishy interiors. She couldn't help herself at the thought of seeing gore filled explosions from each shot she'd let loose. Puncture slugs would do amazing things to such a beast. "Don't suppose we'll be getting paid for this hunt sir? I could use some extra money, and I AM using my personal powders for this. The stuff the treasury springs for just doesn't have the oomph or the flare that makes every shot so damn beautiful. Gotta tinker a bit to give it that extra burn." She bit her lip, picking up the pace to match Astarte's as they neared the gate. Looked like quite the crowd had gathered actually. She wiped at her monocle, adjusting the cravat on her coat and cracking her knuckles happily, the massive Howler Cannon dwarfing just about everyone in attendance.</s> <\|message\|>Salazar Theroux Salazar held his arm up, palm flattened as the bird returned to him. The images, sounds and shapes that the illusion had seen and heard flooded violently into his mind. The process was always a little painful as images ripped into his head and allocated their positions in his internal timeline. The bird chirped gently before blinking out of existence. Salazar folded his arms and closed his eyes slowly. This was another painful part of altering a minds, travelling through them. His body blinked out of existence in the court and shortly materialized in the middle of the group that had gathered. "Hello everyone" he spun around, taking in the faces that surrounded him "well isn't this a quaint meeting" he smiled and bowed gently, the last of the residual blue energy his magic created flicking off him like ethereal flames. He turned to Hazael and smiled "A pleasure as always, Hazael" he clasped her hand and pressed the back of her hand to his lips before looking back towards the others "Salazar Theroux, a pleasure to meet you all" his eyes flicked up to the massive cannon and knew that meant one thing. She was joining the hunt. Salazar smiled inwardly. She is always a fun companion Grim whispered in Salazar's ear.</s>	<\|message\|>Ralena Ralena watched as the form appeared and stopped the fruit from hitting anyone. She stared at the male for some moments, a dull expression on her face, before seeing him walking over to her. With the mysterious male near her, she changed her footing; her sword sheathed on her left hip. She looked at the male, before her expression brightened in marvel. "Wow! That was amazing! How did you do that?" She continued the bright expression for a moment, before her expression went to its true, annoyed state, looking toward the others that were some several paces away. It seemed another person was there now. That's four. She focused on the male that was near her again. Her expression and voice stayed neutral this time. "Sneaking around? Not sure what you mean. And oh, sorry about that. It slipped from my hand, I would never throw anything like that on purpose at someone." More people were coming this way.</s>
<\|description\|>Hayato Ray Age: 15 Gender: Male Appearance: Hayato wears a simple black T-Shirt covered by a dark-blue Samurai-like custom made jacket and simple blue jeans, his hair is long and tied like a ponytail, often mistaken for a girl the first time he meets someone. Personality: Hayato is a pretty calm and serious character, and doesn't mind losing when he is duelling. When the odds are unfair he will simply just surrender as he thinks its the same as commiting seppuku in the old samurai ways. Outside of duels he is a pretty easy to talk to even if he takes a few things too litterally. History: Hayato lives with his 2 parents, both pretty big in duelling industry. His father is a professional duelist, and his mother is a duel equipment inventor/expert. Hayato had a tough life testing out the equipment and becoming a better duelist, but later his parents decided to enroll him into the duel tower, along with his sister Hayate. Hayato was forced into bringing the failed duel gear with him by his mom due to his strange way of getting people to want the most random junk Favorite Card/archtype: Six samurai Chosen deck: Samurai warlords Chosen Course: Action Dueling/Standard Current Dorm: Earth Current deck: * Monsters:22 Enishi, Shien's Chancellor x 1 Grandmaster of the Six Samurai x 1 Great Shogun Shien x 1 Hand of the Six Samurai x 1 Legendary Six Samurai - Enishi x 1 Legendary Six Samurai - Kageki x 1 Legendary Six Samurai - Kizan x 1 Legendary Six Samurai - Mizuho x 1 Legendary Six Samurai - Shinai x 1 Shien's Advisor x 1 Shien's Daredevil x 1 Shien's Footsoldier x 2 Spirit of the Six Samurai x 1 The Immortal Bushi x 1 The Six Samurai - Kamon x 1 The Six Samurai - Irou x 1 The Six Samurai - Nisashi x 1 The Six Samurai - Yaichi x 2 The Six Samurai - Yariza x 1 The Six Samurai - Zanji x 1 * Spells: 11 Card Trader x 1 Cunning of the Six Samurai x 1 Dark Hole x 1 Reinforcement of the Army x 1 Shien's Dojo x 1 Shien's Smoke Signal x 1 Six Samurai United x 1 Six strike - Triple Impact x 1 Supply squad x 1 Temple of the Six x 1 The Warrior Returning Alive x 1 * Traps: 7 Double-Edged Sword Technique x 1 Fiendish Chain x 1 Musakani Magatama x 1 Return of the Six Samurai x 1 Rivalry of the Warlords x 1 Six Strike - Thunder Blast x 1 Six Style - Dual Wield x 1 * Extra deck: 1 Shadow of the Six Samurai - Shien Spectacular Illusioner Collection Barrier Resonator Blackwing - Boreas the Sharp Chamberlain of the Six Samurai Destruction Cyclone Doppelwarrior Elder of the six samurai Electric Virus Frostosaurus Future Samurai Garmr of the Nordic Beasts Gren, Tactician of Dark World Karakuri Watchdog mdl 313 "Saizan" Majioshaleon Mimir of the Nordic Ascendant Needle Ball Raging Earth Sage of Stillness Scrap Shark Shien's Squire x2 Umbral Soul x 2 Worm Jetelikpse Yaksha "A" Cell Scatter Burst Emblem of the Awakening Karakuri Cash Cache Legendary Ebon Steed Shien's Castle of Mist Six Strike - Triple Impact The A. Forces Anti-Fusion Device Blackboost Call of the Haunted Hero Medal Shien's Scheme Tiki Curse Points: 45 Name: Hayate Ray Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Hayate wears a simple white T-shirt covered by a light blue jacket and a simple blue skirt. Her hair is long and tied like a ponytail, often mistaken for a guy the first time she meets someone. Personality: Hayate is kind and very active, tends to try and converse about dueling whenever possible. Hayate however doesn't tend to say anything after losing a duel, even though she doesn't mind losing unless it's against her own brother. Hayate Tends to recreate dueling moments she finds impressive on either paper or as a paper-craft when she is alone in her home History: Hayate, ever since she was young, always enjoyed duelling. But, unlike her brother Hayato her parents never bothered teaching her the rules of duel monsters and tried to learn the rules by herself, with a little assistance from her brother when she needed it. After saving up money herself, she started to enroll in the Duel Tower after her brother told her she'd learn more Favorite card: Blue-Eyes White Dragon Chosen course Action Dueling/Standard Current Dorm: Wind Chosen deck: Saga of Blue-Eyes White Dragon Structure Deck Current deck * Monsters: 19 Blue-Eyes White Dragon x 1 Rabidragon x 1 Alexandrite Dragon x 1 Luster Dragon x 1 Flamvell Guard x 1 Maiden with Eyes of Blue x 1 Rider of the Storm Winds x 1 Darkstorm Dragon x 1 Kaiser Glider x 1 Hieratic Dragon of Tefnuit x 1 Mirage Dragon x 1 Divine Dragon Apocralyph x 1 The White Stone of Legend x 1 Kaibaman x 1 Herald of Creation x 1 Kaiser Sea Horse x 1 Honest x 1 Shining Angel x 2 * Spells: 13 Dragon Shrine x 1 Silver's Cry x 1 Burst Stream of Destruction x 1 Stamping Destruction x 1 A Wingbeat of Giant Dragon x 1 Trade-In x 1 Cards of Consonance x 1 White Elephant's Gift x 1 One for One x 1 Dragonic Tactics x 1 Soul Exchange x 1 Swords of Revealing Light x 1 Enemy Controller x 1 * Traps: 8 Castle of Dragon Souls x 1 Fiendish Chain x 1 Kunai with Chain x 1 Damage Condenser x 1 Call of the Haunted x 2 Compulsory Evacuation Device x 1 Champion's Vigilance x 1 * Extra: 1 Azure-Eyes Silver Dragon x 1 Monsters Blue-Eyes White Dragon x 1 Rabidragon x 1 Alexandrite Dragon x 1 Luster Dragon x 1 Flamvell Guard x 1 Maiden with Eyes of Blue x 1 Rider of the Storm Winds x 1 Darkstorm Dragon x 1 Kaiser Glider x 1 Hieratic Dragon of Tefnuit x 1 Mirage Dragon x 1 Divine Dragon Apocralyph x 1 The White Stone of Legend x 1 Kaibaman x 1 Herald of Creation x 1 Kaiser Sea Horse x 1 Honest x 1 Shining Angel x 2 Spells Dragon Shrine x 1 Silver's Cry x 1 Burst Stream of Destruction x 1 Stamping Destruction x 1 A Wingbeat of Giant Dragon x 1 Trade-In x 1 Cards of Consonance x 1 White Elephant's Gift x 1 One for One x 1 Dragonic Tactics x 1 Soul Exchange x 1 Swords of Revealing Light x 1 Enemy Controller x 1 Traps Castle of Dragon Souls x 1 Fiendish Chain x 1 Kunai with Chain x 1 Damage Condenser x 1 Call of the Haunted x 2 Compulsory Evacuation Device x 1 Champion's Vigilance x 1 Synchro: Azure-Eyes Silver Dragon x 1 (to be sorted) Angel Trumpeter Bad Aim x 2 Blackwing - Kris the Crack of Dawn Blackwing - Pinaki the Waxing Moon Blue-Eyes White Dragon Dandylion Deskbot Base Digital Bug Cocoondenser Dinomist Spinos Dwarf Star Dragon Planeter Finite Cards Foolish Burial Geargia Change Isolde, Belle of the Underworld Junk Giant Karma Cut Lunalight Blue Cat Lunalight Reincarnation Dance x 2 Lunalight Tiger Mystical Beast of Serket Parallel Twister Peropero Cerperus Protector with Eyes of Blue x 2 Raidraptor - Pain Lanius Re-dyce-cle x 2 Ring of Destruction Smashing Ground Sylvan Charity Tristan, Knight of the Underworld Contract with the Dark Master Dark Master - Zorc Points: 45</s> <\|message\|>Joshua Tamashii Joshua Tamahsii Kyou Joshua spent the next couple of days going through the norms of school life, trying to stay awake through the classes that didn't involve his ability to hear being reduced by an overly loud old man, living through the classes that did, and enjoying the occasional duel when he had the chance and could find an opponent to do so with. This day was definitely a little different though, as he and the rest of his fellow first years were gathered up and brought to the ground floor where Transformer was standing on his own private bit of floating metal. "Great, the human megaphone has his own private grandstanding stage." He muttered before listening to the announcement. The news of people being moved up and down in the dorms was no surprise to him, he kind of figured that would happen at some point. He also figured that he was likely going to be one of the ones to fall. Well, if that was the case, he would deal with it. The only part of the announcement that he really cared about was the announcement of the competitions. He immediately knew which one he would go for and set off to sign up, but before he could, another boy approached, talking about... something about samurai. "Sorry mate, but I know nothing about samurai. This is simply how I like to dress. So I can't help you with something like that. Sides, I plan on signing up for the acrobatics competition, if I can get more details on it. If it aint my thing... well, guess I'll put up with this disc a bit longer. Anyway, good luck with your samurai thing." With that being said, Joshua headed to the gym. Amelia Averyonna Amelia went through the school days as best she could, keeping up her studies, learning to live through Transformer's shouting, and trying to improve her dueling skills. She had learned to avoid the students in purple uniforms and made sure to do so as best she could, usually with a good deal of success. This day, she was gathered with her peers, though she remained as distant as possible. After listening to Transformer, she went over what he said. The thought of being promoted and demoted didn't scare her. She was already in the lowest dorm, so she had nothing to fear... right. As for the events, she would have to pass on them. She couldn't do the swimming or acrobatic events, given her heart condition. She doubted that she would be able to wear a swimsuit in front of a crowd anyway, the mere thought causing her face to become very red. She knew nothing about racing so she would have to pass on that and she had no talents to speak of in her mind. Sighing, she got up and headed off to find something to eat.</s> <\|message\|>Megan Claravet Megan listened to Transformer talk, freshly amazed every time he spoke at the amount of volume he could put out. It was quite exciting really. They were getting rank adjustments, playing in special events with the tantalizing rewards of custom discs and one of a kind cards. The first contest that caught Megan's eye was the swimming one. She'd spent a year on the swim team. Oh and Transformer picked up the podium and walked out with it. That was a thing that happened. More support for Megan's secret belief that the man was a cyborg or robot of some kind. Anyway. Megan quickly ran up to floor 7 to get into a swimsuit, scope out the competition, and get a little practice in.</s>	<\|message\|>Hayato Ray Hayate, who had left her brother straight after hearing the announcement, was excited about the competitions. Hayate was going to drag Hayato into whatever she would join, but she really couldn't wait to sign up. She rushed to her room to get her swimsuit. While in her room, she wondered if acrobatics would have been a better choice. Hayate opted to go for swimming anyway since she always loved the thrill of racing in a group. Hayate had quickly started to repack her bag once again, taking out most of her crafting paper since she wouldn't want it to get all soggy and unfoldable. Hayate quickly left her room and ran to take the stairs towards to the pool to sign up. It did not take her too long to arrive at the pool. Sadly, due to her habit of running, she slipped. The girl was able to break her fall by swiftly transitioning into a short roll forward and sighed afterwards. "That was a close one... General! I am here to sign up for the swimming competition," Hayate said. She completely forgot his title wasn't General but Colonel, unfazed by the fact she almost fell onto the hard poolside floor. Hayato sighed in response to the other person leaving and scratched his head "I'll have to find myself a teacher to help me out instead then" Hayato said to himself searching for teachers to ask for the stuff he needs for his backup plan</s>
<\|description\|>Enu'falu \| Enufa Lu-Vizsla Age: 21 Gender: Female Species: Twi'lek Combat Role: Support Years in Mynock Squad: 1 Appearance: Standing at 1.6 meters (5'3") and 131 pounds, Enu'falu doesn't tower over the majority of her teammates if any of them at all. With her young age she isn't particularly battle-worn in appearance outside of a few cuts from vibroblade brawls and blaster fire. Her eyes are an icy blue much like her complexion and skin tone with light angular markings on her tendrils which extend past a metallic headband that was once her mother's. When outside of her armor her appearance is likened much to that of a fringer or freight smuggler with a long jacket, tunic, and utility belt. Cosmetically she does not favor the superfluous or excessive. Skills and Abilities: * Bounty Hunter Trained from a young age with a wealth of experience in combat and non-combat by Mekket Vizsla, Enu'falu has very distinct knowledge and skills. This is not to say she is a master bounty hunter or mercenary but she is skilled enough to be competent at it. Tracking, predicting target psychology, information gathering, and ambush tactics are all part of her skillset. * Uncanny Reflexes Due to her conditioning and training by Mekket Vizsla, the twi'lek has found herself faster than most with good instinctive reflexes and perception of her surroundings which has allowed her to avoid critical injury in senseless brawls with her betters. However she isn't as fast as she used to be given that she is an adult and not an adolescent. * Tough Learner Enu'falu has trouble learning quickly, which admittedly is not a good trait in a potential hunter or mercenary. In tight spots she will rely on a proven method of success rather than adapting in a pinch which can be quite problematic. Equipment * Mekket's Mandalorian Helmet * Mandalorian Shock Armor * Aratech Heavy Blaster * GXW Blaster Carbine * Grenade Belt * Toolkit * Vibroknife History: Enu'falu had a childhood that wasn't particularly idyllic, but it wasn't terrible—or it wasn't until her father found himself on the unintended receiving end of blaster fire from a panicked target of a bounty. Given her mother's death three years prior this left Enu orphaned on a backwater planet and at age seven would've been left to the elements of the underbelly of the planet if not for the guilt of the bounty hunter who indirectly caused her father's death. This bounty hunter was a Mandalorian named Mekket, a veteran hireling from the infamous Vizsla Clan, and the man she would come to know as her second "father". Despite this guilt and debt he thought he owed the young twi'lek, Mekket also found himself in an ill situation to raise a child in-between jobs as a bounty hunter/mercenary, his cynical worldview, a lack of experience with children, and poor time to do it. For a time he searched for a better home for the child but by the time he had found something remotely suitable found himself decidedly attached to the point he changed his mind about not raising her himself. In time Mekket knew he had to prepare Enu if she was going to be able to do anything after his time had come and his final fight had passed. It was here that he began instilling Mandalorian values in her as well as constantly conditioning her as a hunter and fighter. Despite Enu's difficulty learning quickly, constant training and lectures began to prepare her in several ways—even if Mekket had not birthed her himself he most certainly had a child of his own, something that kept him pushing her harder and harder as his expectations had to be met. After all, the galaxy was far more harsh and unforgiving than any difficult session of training. Following his private mentorship, Mekket began taking Enu on his contracts—explaining the occupation, what it demanded, and the consequences of failing; and seeing it point blank was far easier to grasp than being told like she had been previously. She operated as his pseudo-partner on these jobs and in time she did well despite some failures in the beginning that cost Mekket partial vision in his left eye. Consequences, indeed. However, a fit of nostalgia and duty had been filling Mekket's heart—one unrelated to his newfound daughter-partner. This was of course, the precedent of the raids that led up to the Mandalorian Wars. Enu couldn't agree more with her adopted father due to what he had taught her and how he had in a way told her how to think. She was Mandalorian in many ways already, so with an eager hunger the duo found themselves on Dxun— where he had all of the rites enforced upon his non-inducted daughter. It was 3971 BBY. The training on Dxun was not easy and as Mekket set off to join the war himself with her on Dxun she found adrenaline and drive in her desire to make him proud—he had raised her since she was seven years old after all. She would go on to endure the Mandalorian training rites and earn respect, when she saw Mekket again he had given her his helmet as a keepsake: to keep her pushing on even if they were apart. After a modification the helmet became her own and she kept it close. After a series of battles and surviving assaults where her comrades had perishes the higher command took an interest to her skills and looked to the vacancy of a role in the well-regarded Mynock Squad. To which she began serving under Rika Lapaz starting in 3963 BBY. It has been a year since, and the story carries on… Psychological Analysis: Deflecting emotional issues with sarcastic snark, Enu finds trouble opening up to others. She's admittedly abrasive and difficult, choosing to be rash and stubborn over obedient and open to new ideas. However, she does get decidedly positive results despite her difficult psychosis. She was admitted to the squad for her results and perhaps the benefit of working with others in a team climate to better her own cooperativeness. Perhaps it is due to only enduring loss that this rigid shell was born, or perhaps it was the mentorship by Mekket Vizsla and how he explained people to her in her childhood who himself had decidedly cynical views of the universe. Despite all of that however she does have virtues of courage, honor, guile, and loyalty – though it would take certain circumstances to breed such behaviors such as comfortability, friendship, or nostalgia. Character Relations: TBD</s> <\|message\|>Milos Dredd Dredd sat stiffly with his eyes shut as the transport veered suddenly in a different direction. The rumble of the ship and the increase of heat told him that they had just avoid an explosion. His hands tightly grasped what they could to keep him still, his fingers beginning to ache under the stress. No matter how many he did, he always hated these drops. He had no control over what was happening - he didn't even know what was happening most of the time. "Not long now." he silently reassured himself as the shuttle seemed to jolt. Inside his suit he was sweating profusely and it make him incredibly uncomfortable; he was made for colder climates after all. The fact that he hated his large cumbersome armour made the experience all the worse. "Don't melt in all this heat Snowflake, once i win all the glory the bar tab is on you after this. I'll see the rest of you on the ground, don't be surprised if the battle is over." Dredd opened his eyes to see Russ standing by the door facing him, and a quick glance revealed that Rika and the droid had already jumped. He simply smirked in response to the jibe, knowing that his comrade was going to jump before he got a chance to fire off a witty comeback. "I'll cover the bar tap of whoever manages to shoot Russ." Dredd jested to those left on the transport as he climbed to his feet. He took a moment to brace himself before jumping out into the dark veil himself. A long deep inhale should have cleared his mind, but instead made his nose twitch as it was filled with the various lingering body odours that stained the vessel and its crew. Pushing off his back foot, Dredd burst out of the door and fell into the open sky. He let himself fall flat for a short time, relaxed and able to scour the area, and took some enjoyment in feeling the wind gush wildly past him. As he neared the deployment altitude he tucked himself in and did a couple of rolls in order to get himself upright and prepare to use his jet-pack. The decent was executed without a hitch, with him finding himself in some thick woodland about 3 clicks west of Rika. "This is Mynock Five. I have landed 2 clicks West of Mynock One. ETA t-" Dredd's message was suddenly cut short as he heard the rumble of footsteps nearby. "ETA fifteen minutes as I might have company. Don't wait up." As he continued his message he flicked the button on his belt, powering up his stealth field generator. Within seconds the Mandalorian seemed to fade from sight, just in time to avoid being seen by a trio of soldiers that emerged from the treeline. "It was over here. I swear I just heard someone talking too!" said the smallest of the natives. These men were clearly militia, and judging by the look of apprehension on their faces they were probably inexperienced too. The trio slowly walked out into the small opening and towards a small patch of scorched earth. "See! Burn marks! One of those bastards must have landed here." said the smallest man again. The oldest of the trio, a man clearly close to retirement age who bore only the remnants of grey hair, begun to look around. His voice was grizzly as he spoke, "Couldn't have gotten far, but there's bound to be more of them. Probably landing all over the place now. We should get back and help with-" The man's voice was cut off and his eyes grew large with terror as he felt the cool metal whip across his throat. His comrades couldn't process the threat quick enough as the near-invisible being launched himself at the next man, knocking away the soldier's rifle before sticking the vibroblade beneath his jaw. The man did not die straight away and struggled futily as Dredd held his grip on him. "No!" screamed the youngest man in fear as he watched his friends butchered before him. He raised his blaster rifle and tried to fire at Dredd, but the mandalorian used his friend as a shield and blocked the shots. Dredd, still holding on to his now dead shield, closed the gap between himself and the last man before barging him over. "Don't struggle. This was never a fight you could win." Dredd whispered as he wrestled with the last man on the floor. He manoeuvred himself onto the man's chest, pinning down his arms with his knees. Then, without hesitation, he plunged his two blades into the man's chest. He did not wait for the man to die and instead climbed back to his feet before disappearing from sight once more.</s> <\|message\|>Mar Den Mar just stood in the craft as they made their descent. He had his altitude guage up on his hud to tell the perfect time to jump. Though it was just good manners to let Rika jump first. Once she was away he fastened his strap from the rifle onto his gun to make sure that even if he were to let go of it with both hands it wouldn't be lost. He had managed to keep this one for a record amount of itme after all, he wasn't going to lose it on some un-important mud puddle. As he began moving forward he sighed as the droid turned to him, and as the droid jumped he raised his rifle in jest aiming in the droids direction. "Nobody would ever need to know, when they asked what happened I could say he got caught in the crossfire." He then just shrugged and jumped out, head first to gain speed and arms at his sides with his gun locked in position. Using his arms as fins to adjust his descent gradually as he went down aiming for the yellow area marked on his hud indicating the landing site, he could already hear some of the others calling in as they landed. As he neared the ground he pulled himself up slowing and changing his direction slightly into a curve. AS he neared the ground he pulled right back firing his pack to slow him down, though not all the way. Unlike the others he kept enough momentum and fired late enough that as he hit the ground, behind his knee at the right time he came out in a roll. Rifle raised and eye through the scope he scanned the area. Nothing in sight at all. He tapped his helmet comm. "Mynock-Nine reporting in. I've got nothing on scans, no movement." He stood up, holding his rifle at the ready. "Mynock-One. On my way, ETA-2 minutes."</s>	<\|message\|>Enu'falu \| Enufa Lu-Vizsla "I'll cover the bar tap of whoever manages to shoot Russ." Enu'falu stifled a chuckle as Dredd made the comment at their comrades expense before jumping into the atmosphere of Eres III. The Twi'lek had been with the Mynock Squadron for a year now and whilst it still felt rigid for what she was used to she also felt comfortable in a way as they plunged into combat scenarios with insane odds that held equally as insane challenges. It almost felt like she was going into a scenario with none of the cards at the Pazaak table in her favor… and the adreniline she got from all of that was amazing. It almost made being separated from Mekket worth it and for the Mandalorian Twi'lek that was a rare drink served to anybody or anything, of course that was due to the fact that Mekket had basically raised her. She hoped her mentor was out there doing well— she wouldn't know what she'd do if she found out something had happened despite the reality of the war was very clear for her. Enu'falu jumped up as another one of her comrades took the plunge after the Echani as a smile formed on her lips underneath her helmet. She could feel the adrenaline pumping exponentially— making her feel a rush of energy that not even a Hutt Cartel could offer her. "If only Mekket was here." She thought as she prepared to take the plunge into the atmosphere herself. "Time to have some fun." She took a glance back to the Zabrak of their group and took a wave. "Try to keep up, Syg." She teased before falling into the atmosphere. The Twi'lek female thrust herself through the atmosphere like a Mynock lunging for it's meal, looking for a target and swooping down upon it. As she broke into deployment altitude she flipped herself in mid-air readying to hit the thrusters on her jetpack. Though Enu was cockier than some she did not exactly want to become a big blue durasteel flatcake, so as she hit close to her 'preferred' deployment she hit the thrusters that she had prepared only moments prior. SWWP! THUD! Enu would look around, checking her radar before she frowned. No detected hostiles? No big fanfare? How boring. Oh well, time to get to it; she would find somebody to shoot eventually. "This is Mynock Six— landed and on route."</s>
<\|description\|>Tomomi Katayama Tomomi Katayama Nicknames: Kata Age: 16 Gender: Female Weapon Type: Gloves & Knuckles Appearance: She never bothers to wear her school uniform, and the teachers have given up on trying to make her. As such, she tends to wear this type of outfit everywhere, much to the irritation of the school's staff. Personality: Kata is the type of person that refuses to lose to anyone. Over-competitive, determined and reckless, she is unable to bring herself to turn away from a fight. No matter who or what she is trying to take on, she is confident that she can and will beat it. This attitude can tend to get her into trouble, but her stubborn nature, quick thinking and skills can also get her out of it, at least most of the time. When she is fighting, it becomes clear that she's a little bit of an adrenaline junkie, and will happily put herself in danger just for the thrill of it, making her perfectly willing to take on fights for others. This has the unusual effect of making her seem quite selfless, when in reality she is anything but. Her attitude towards fights changes a lot if she ever gets angry. While normally she is quite fiery and hot-tempered, once she passes a certain point her anger becomes much colder and more frightening to deal with. This only really happens if someone has done something to hurt her beforehand or damage her pride during the fight. She tends to put on a bit of a false front, appearing carefree and relaxed in response to confrontation and never seeming to take it seriously when other people mention her issues, acting like she doesn't care. If people put her further, she has a range of tactics to deflect from it, including cutting remarks, frosty silence and shameless flirting. It should be said that she will probably do the last one either way. Biography: Born and raised in Inaba, Kata always found the town kind of boring. She was an only child and her parents, while they cared about her, weren't very attentive and just ignored her leaving her to do her own thing most of the time. She was never the most attentive pupil in school, always feeling as though there were better things to do than sit and memorise a bunch of facts she'd never use. When the murders started happening, she was a lot less freaked out than a lot of people. Sure, it wasn't good and she found it really messed up, but something was finally happening in Inaba. In the midst of all the craziness, she actually stopped causing trouble a little, seeing as there was actually something unusual happening to distract her for once. She calmed down, was paying more attention in class and actually got pretty good grades for a while. Once it was all over, though, she returned to her old ways even more than before. Having something actually happen in Inaba just made it even harder to go back to the sleepy town's usual atmosphere. Currently, she spends her time messing with people and practising her martial arts skills in search of something to do, but she finds herself lacking some sort of purpose in life while people around her are deciding what they want to do. Arcana: Chariot Persona: Kottos - A large, muscular humanoid figure with several pairs of arms and a silver body, covered in dark red armour. It has long, white hair. As a persona of the Chariot arcana, it is focused around using physical skills. Skills: Sonic Punch Tarukaja</s> <\|message\|>Will Cage Heero and Will sat alone eating some french fries and a sandwich ordered from the staff here at Junes. As Will looked around as more and more people come doing their things Will and Heero couldn't help but wonder if that call was just an elaborate excuse by Minto to bail on them. The duo sat rather silently talking about stuff like the school, and how things were likely going to go from now on. There really wasn't much too talk about or do it would seem. The store just got more people and got a bit more busy but nothing Heero hadn't experienced before and Will hadn't seen over seas. "Man I told you this place was going to be freaking boring but no you and the other new kid had me drag your butts down here and he didn't even bother staying." Heero grumbled as he chewed on his food and chugged down the rest of his soda. "He said he had to go it doesn't really matter does it? Whatever we'll see him at school probably. We'll find out if the call was real or not. Besides i'm in his class." Will said as he finished off his own drink. He ate most of his own food but he couldn't stomach the rest of it really. "We still got the whole day ahead of us so what next?" Heero asked as Will thought up what he wanted to do and then it occurred to him that he really should get to know the town. On the other hand...."Alright let's go to your house and play some of that Final Smash Friends game! It's all the rage right now? Maybe we can kick some butt online." Will suggested as Heero thought about and shrugged, "Maybe but you suck at it and I'm barely any good. Still it's a way to pass the time I guess. Alright let's go just make sure you throw out any trash you got." Heero said with a little bit of enthusiasm as the duo made their way through town on the quickest route too their house. They had to go through some of Hashirama's gang bangers and a group of little kids on the way there but they managed just fine. However on the way back they ran into a little girl who shocked Will and pushed Heero over by accident. Will hated static shock and Heero nearly cursed the little girl out but held himself back. Besides the girl was running with her eyes closed and she wasn't paying attention. Bad attitude for a place like this given the circumstances but the police were now on full crawl around town and she'd be fine regardless. "What a pain in the ass...whatever let's just keep moving." Heero grumbled as he dusted his pants off since they were now covered in dust. === Timeskip - Later in the day 8:00 The night had settled around Inaba and people all around the city went back home too go to sleep. Soon enough most of the town would go into a deep slumber. However Heero and Will sat up playing FSF and as it turned out they did suck. But they were winning matches here and there and that was enough to set Heero's competitive streak on fire. "I swear to god these people got no lives man! We got to try harder!" Heero grumbled angrily as he fell back on a bean bag chair and Will yawned tiredly. He was getting really sleepy at this point and bored of the game on top of that. "Alright man just a few more games before we go to bed." Will grumbled as he rubbed his eyes. Heero ignored it and pressed on determined to win the game with Will play as Shroud and Heero playing as Gilfer of the Triangle they both fought against Bomber King and Zero Armor Krowser. It would be an intense match...because as it seemed both teams were awful.</s> <\|message\|>Tomomi Katayama Tomomi Katayama Tomomi's mood had gotten progressively worse as she headed home. She opened the door, trying to make as little noise as possible, but it really wasn't any use. As soon as she came in, her mother's head snapped around, a look of anger on her face. "Detention already, Tomomi? I thought we told you to behave yourself this year. If you keep going like this, you'll never get anywhere. Can't you understand that?" She said, standing up and walking over to her daughter. Tomomi's father didn't do anything much, just shook his head sternly. Tomomi felt her face burning with anger and embarrassment. She didn't have to sit here and listen to this. They always talked like this, like she was some kind of moron or something. 'Don't you want to be successful?' Yeah, Tomomi already knew what they thought, all of them. Teachers, parents, most adults to be honest. Every single one of them thought she'd never amount to anything. And who knows, maybe they were right. With a dismissive gesture, Tomomi replied, not showing that it bugged her. "Yeah, I got detention. So what? You gonna say I'm a disappointment again? I don't think I heard you the first fifty times. Getting kinda sick of it." Tomomi's mother looked at her coldly. "Then you should stop proving me right." she said, before turning back to sit with her laptop. Probably dealing with some kind of work issue. Those always got paid more attention than Tomomi did. Tomomi just headed up to her room, seething with rage and tossed a couple cushions against the wall. After that, she just sat staring at the ceiling. Didn't feel like sleeping quite yet, but wasn't gonna do much else either.</s> <\|message\|>Akira Kage Akira had taken his time in Aiya simply trying to was as much of it as he could before having to head home. He would spin from side to side on the stool as he watched the other diners come and go. No one of any interest had showed their face in Aiya today, hell the most interesting person he'd seen in town was likely that card reader, Samuel. Thinking about it, Akira recalled a strange sensation like a tingling on his spin as he left. Then again it was so faint it was more then likely something of nothing. The boy simply shrugged the thought off deciding it was time to leave. He slid off the stole into a stroll as he waved a halfhearted farewell to the owner. The streets had grown tired in the evening, most people were either heading home or for the bar. There wasn't really a whole lot that seemed to happen around here at night, something that Akira had quickly learned when he'd moved here a year ago. Akira shoved his hands into his pockets as he began the uneventful walk back home. Arriving back at the house wasn't exactly anything to look forward to, he wasn't particularly attached to his Aunt and Uncle and with their work patterns it wouldn't be surprising to find the place "Empty..." Akira spoke softly as he opened the door and flicked on the lights. Akira simply gazed around as he walked on over to the kitchen pulling the usual note of the fridge. He skimmed over the contents, something about food that he could eat if he was hungry. "No thank you." Akira commented to himself as he screwed the note up and dropped it into the bin. With no reason to stay downstairs Akira headed up to his bedroom. It bared the very few essentials and things of his that he had managed to gather together before moving to Inaba. His pride and joy of a book collection vastly overpowered everything else in the room, a console sat on the floor in front of the TV gathering dust, he had so few games that he wondered why he even bothered to keep it. Akira drops his backpack down on the ground and casually grabs a random book from the shelves, heading over to his bed. He turns the book round reading the back cover before deciding that his random choice had satisfied him and begins to read it.</s> <\|message\|>Will Cage Sometime later... When Tomomi, Will, and Akira fell asleep that night something interesting happened indeed. In a dream they found themselves in a room surrounded by things familiar to them. The scenery seemed to perfectly match their own personality with the furniture, and the overall out look of the room seemingly being a reflection of their own tastes. They were walled in from all sides except for a singular brown wooden door standing in the middle of one wall. There was no one in with them however there was a white mask with a intricate design that differed from the others who were also stuck in their rooms. However there were some similarities between all of the rooms. There was a grand father clock located somewhere in the room ticking back and forth rheumatically. And beyond the door there was the faint noise of what sounded like classical carnival music playing but it was very faint and sounded far away. Otherwise things seemed to be relatively straight forward. There was very little in the rooms besides the mask and the personalized features between each of the rooms. === Will woke up in his room which was plain, and covered with white walls. There were no windows and a book case was next to the clock. The simple fact of the matter seemed to be that he was in an american house. Which was odd considering he knew he had fallen asleep in Heero's house. Was he having a dream? It was bizarre as he found himself looking around more he found that he was in bed, more specifically his bed from back home, and that there was a mask right next to his bed on a desk. There were stacks of papers thrown about which made he feel like he had trouble dealing with all of the paper work a previous night or earlier that day. However he was distinctly aware of the fact that this was not his room but it oddly felt comforting. Like he was in an environment specifically tailored to him personally despite the mess and clutter there was indeed some control around. But the sound of the clock ticking was already getting on his nerves. He wondered what the heck was going on as he got up and looked around the room. As he went to pick up the papers he found nothing but innate scribbles on the paper. He dropped the papers and looked around some more with no windows, or places to go too he couldn't help but feel like this was going to end really badly for him if he didn't get out of the room soon even it was a dream.</s>	<\|message\|>Tomomi Katayama Tomomi woke up covered in a heap of blankets. She sat up, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. When she opened them, though, the light was almost blinding as it reflected off of bright white walls. Still feeling dazed, she got up and headed to the space where her dresser normally was, but tripped over a small stool. Wait. Tomomi did a double take. She would have remembered falling asleep in here. And this room was just so... White. White walls, white floor, white ceiling. It was strange. Unnerving. Really, really weird. The room was pretty nice, although most people would have found it kind of shabby-looking. The furniture was all slightly weathered, as though it had been left outside for a little while. Anything painted was slightly worn away. Most people would have called the room shabby, but to Tomomi it was comforting. It wasn't refined, didn't put on airs or anything. It wasn't trying to make an impression, it just was what it was. She liked this kind of room. The atmosphere was kind of honest, somehow. She didn't feel like she had to keep pretending, in a place like this. The only thing that seemed out of place was the clock. It was kind of grand, compared to the rest of the room. Almost creepy. She walked over to a dresser, which had a few things scattered across it. A mirror, an old comb, a couple of polished stones and seashells, and a small mask. As Tomomi looked at the mask, she noticed that she could hear faint music in the background, almost like there was a carnival nearby. As much as the room was comfortable and she liked it, there was something about this whole situation that just felt off. It was like things had been tailor-made for her. Despite herself, Tomomi picked up the mask. She wasn't sure why she did it at all. It wasn't like she needed a mask for anything, and it'd probably just get in the way, but she couldn't just leave it there. Trying the door, she found that it was locked. After kicking it a couple of times, it was pretty obvious that the thing wasn't budging. With a sigh, she sat down on the bed. Nothing for it but to wait, she supposed.</s>
<\|description\|>Tyreese Nwakaeme Darnell Backstory: Zey is the only child of a Turkish diplomat and a translator/cultural adviser. She was raised in embassies and on the fringes of summits all over the Earth before joining the ESA cadet programme at 18. After passing with merit, she became a test pilot for experimental civilian & military prototypes. Starting with single occupant craft, Zey showed intelligence, initiative and a willingness to push the envelope which was just the right side of reckless. After a few years, her ambition secured her a co-pilot. Soon after that, she was handed the project of testing larger ships that required a crew of up to a dozen. A decade into her career, a veteran test pilot Zeynap was headhunted by a Martian military industrial conglomerate. Her new job was to train pilots on the Red Planet how to fly a jet fighter system she had tested through from prototype to production years back. Still without a family and parents she had a testy relationship with, Zey moved to Mars and started making the big bucks. Really big bucks. Like outrageous amounts of currency. She hated it. Being stuck in one training facility the whole time, on a planet that wasn't terraformed yet, unable to spread her wings personally. Her mental health began to deteriorate after a year or so. Zey drank, gambled and got high; anything to ease the boredom and depression. Eventually, she started getting into fights with colleagues and even students. Her firm had been willing to overlook certain misdemeanours on account of her skillset and experience, but they couldn't condone attacks on other staff. Officially, Zey took a medical leave of absence. Unofficially, she would never instruct for them again. Even though she longed to return to Earth, something stopped her initially. It may have been the shame of how far she'd sunk, and the dread of her highly-powered parents finding out. Or it may have been that Mars was a relatively lawless place, which suited her current frame of mind. Eventually, Zey joined a unit of private military contractors who flew and guarded valuable shipments of raw materials between different manufacturing hubs around Solar System. The modern equivalent to Cash-In-Transit jobs of old. Well paid and usually dangerous. She flew overpowered freighters like they were fighter jets or battering rams, depending on what threatened them. She still drank and got high, and kept assuring herself she'd pull herself together and get back to Earth soon. Whether or not she would have succeeded on her own is purely speculation now. Somehow, a representative from the Tamerlane Exploration company got in touch. Said they'd got her details from a friend at the Martian industrial conglomerate - they had an exciting job opportunity. Zey's skillset looked ideal, would she like to apply? It would mean taking command of her largest crew to date. Zey headed back to Earth immediately, embellished what she'd achieved since going on medical leave in the interview, and got the job. The Jotunheim was already part way through construction when she arrived in Norway to get acclimated. Some of the crew had already been sourced - Zey was able to be present in some of the later interviews and tests. Because of the rapidly accelerated timeline, the crew was really only able to fly the prototype together a dozen times before the Board of Directors authorised a full maiden voyage. Species: Human Age: 35 Appearance: Callsign: Ezra Name: [REDACTED] Species: Human Age: [REDACTED] Appearance (in armour): Appearance (without armour):</s> <\|message\|>Jonsdottir, Vigdis Vigdis studied the captain for a second or two, deliberating on whether to tell her the truth or what she wanted to hear. "Vaguely." She chose to be truthful, tightening the last strap on the current crate into the system and sprinting toward the weapon, noting the red stripe on the magazine indicating a load of armor-piercing darts. At that point, it had become clear that the attackers' rules of engagement made no distinction between combatants and unarmed bystanders. Donning the sling around her shoulders as she exited the Jotunheim's shuttle bay into the main hangar, she used it to push the Jackal into her shoulder and took cover behind the ramp, dialed up the power, took aim at the center of the shield… …and missed. In the stressful situation, she pulled the trigger too hard, the weapon jerked as she fired and the dart merely skimmed the side of the shield and skipped off to who-knew-where. With an annoyed grunt, she withdrew behind the ramp - just in time to avoid a burst of return fire, the bullets screaming past with the telltale cracks of supersonic rounds and out into the fjord. For a few seconds, she just stared at the bit of space the bullets had crossed, the same bit of space the right side of her chest had been occupying just moments before. After a shout brought her back into the present, she rifled through the pouch where she kept a few spare magazines: Red, red - goddamnit - finally, blue! Vigdis swapped the dart magazine for one with anti-personnel flechettes and peeked out of cover as soon as the return fire subsided. What she was about to try would've worked better with steel buckshot, but you work with what you have, not what you'd like to have. Aiming at the floor under the droid's shield, she emptied the entire magazine before retreating back into cover again, each of the eight trigger pulls sending a volley of almost 50 2x35 mm flechettes, intending for the flechettes to ricochet upward and hit the three attackers legs, bypassing the shield and droid. Due to the wide horizontal spread and nature of what she was doing, she didn't even have to bother with proper trigger squeeze. She didn't even need to seriously harm them, all she needed was for them to stop paying attention to other people in the hangar who had guns.</s> <\|message\|>J'eon of Mythadia J'eon sighs as he put down his bowl and spoon. His simple meal of stewed mashed grains with a dash of liquor he had picked up in Ertiseda was now a warm lump in his first stomach that was slowly spreading. The small pit fire cast was little more than embers now and well-screened from the road, the cart and camp hidden under a few boughs of leaves from prying eyes. Not that he expected company on this rather desolate track that would take him by a few of the farms. If he was lucky, he might find the very thing he sought.... It appeared suddenly, a fireball of light launched to the heavens, its brilliance robbing him of his night vision so that all he could see was splotches of color that burned and blurred, so he buried his face in his hands, massaging them. All around him, even the tiniest of insects were still, but when he looks up, he could see the fireflies had risen, like sparks from a massive fire, all around, giving tribute the only way they could to the brightest light this night. "What was that?" he asks, in a voice as soft as a whisper as he continued looking in the direction of the light, but it did not rise skyward again. There was a faint glow in that direction, miles ahead. Without taking his eyes off the spot, his right foreleg rakes the dirt back into the pit, extinguishing the flames. Whoever had sent that light aloft had announced their presence for miles, there was no need to announce himself. If it repeated, he might have to think someone was in distress...</s> <\|message\|>Kareet of Arcaeda The sun had only set an hour or so prior, so there was still plenty of night left for Kareet and Shirik to travel. Kareet had made all the notes she could for the moment, so she had no reason to hold up the start of this journey. Arcaeda was quite far, and depending on the path they chose, it could be weeks before they reached the capital. Internally, Kareet was hoping that nothing might happen that could make Shirik change their mind on their plans. This Iriad was an entirely unique being, and just the historical insights alone they could provide would be of immense value. They claimed to have experience an awakening centuries before the fall of the Kolodon Empire. Admittedly, Kareet was still skeptical, but if that could somehow be confirmed, that would challenge some established notions on the nature of magic and its history in Kanth-Aremek. The prestige that unearthing such a discovery would bring to a Seeker would make her a household name in the Ascendancy. Or even beyond, in some circles. The pair of them, however, had not managed to get all the way back to the town when they heard an ear-piercing screech fill the air. The sound was…bizarre. It felt like it might come from some kind of animal, but it was nothing Kareet was familiar with. Fauna may not have been her specialty, but these mountains were still her homeland and she was educated, yet she could not place what this might have been. She glanced to Shirik, but despite how well-traveled as the Iriad was, even they would not be able to recognize it. To the Glen, J'eon, though, the screech was even closer. It sounded like it came from within the forest out of sight, just beyond his camp. The sounds of rustling leaves and signs of movement just at the edge of his vision would certainly make it seem as if he had heard correctly.</s>	<\|message\|>Tyreese Nwakaeme Darnell The door up onto the raised concourse was locked, so one of the mercenary team set a charge and they all stacked up on the wall to blow it. Darnell, at the back save for one soldier who was watching their six, tried to raise the Jotunheim again. Icy wind and flurries of snow whipped at him from all directions. His gloved fingers may as well have been blocks of wood as they fumbled with the sat phone. "Hangar 147, come in. This is Tyreese Darnell of Tamerlane GOC. I have orders from HQ - do not take off, I repeat DO NOT take off. Please confirm this command." All he could hear was warbling static and beeps on the line, from whatever appeared to be jamming the signal. Nothing came back from the Jotunheim. The charges went off with a muffled FUMP. The metal doors flew off their hinges and disappeared inside, closely followed by the Israeli team's point man. Inside was the bottom of a stairwell, with a desk in front of them that the doors had just destroyed. A uniformed woman crawled out from behind the wreckage holding a large socket wrench. Upon seeing them, she shouted "No no no!" and ran towards them holding her hands out. The first soldier put two bullets in her chest and she clattered backwards dead. "Clear." He declared as the rest of the team spilled inside and began scaling the stairs. Darnell swore upon seeing the dead body and looked around for security cameras. Thankfully, he could see none. While these mercs were masked and had no discernible markings, he was barefaced and easily recognisable. The last man pushed him toward the stairs to prevent them from becoming split up. "Alright alright! I'm going." They climbed the stairs in silence, with all guns at the ready. After a few moments they reached another set of doors. They stacked up on either side of it again. Ezra tried the handle - it opened an inch. He looked through the crack. Then he nodded at the woman opposite him and she took out a stun grenade from her tactical vest. Ezra opened the door a bit more and she armed it and threw it out of the gap. A few bullets thudded into the metal door on the other side before a loud bang and a flash stopped them. It was so strong that it stung Darnell's eyes even from the back. The Israelis opened both doors and proceeded through, leaving Darnell peeping out from down the stairs a little way. Gunfire and shouting erupted on the concourse; tracer rounds whizzed by from both directions, with some pinging off the cargo crates and forklifts that littered the area. Darnell was pushed forward to take cover by the door so the guy in the back could provide cover. As he began moving, he saw one of the mercs take what looked like a shotgun volley to the chest. All the equipment on the front of her vest exploded in a shower of sparks and she collapsed on the floor. Ezra instantly moved in front of her while the guy by Darnell rushed over to grab her. Darnell was shouting and screaming and pointing without quite knowing what he was saying. Somehow, there was a cloud of smoke wafting into his field of view from the left. "Move to me, Mr Darnell!" Ezra shouted, motioning with one hand to a pile of boxes near him. Tyreese finally moved out onto the concourse - three of the mercs had assumed a defensive formation to cover both directions while the fourth prepped a canister of biofoam while crouched over their downed teammate. Darnell spotted more than one dead body in his field of vision, but he didn't stop to look at them. "Jesus fuck. Who are these guys?" "You tell me, Mr Darnell. They're not amateurs." Ezra responded. There was more gunfire from close by. Inside the cloud of smoke that was spreading across one entire side of the concourse. "They must be in there!" Tyreese pointed.</s>
<\|description\|>"Life is just....fucked up." Elizabeth Kainestrom ------------------------------------------------------ Nicknames: Liz or Lizzie is fine, but never call her Lizard. She hates it. Age + Birthday: 22 (Currently), born October 13th, 1993 Relationship Status: Single Sexuality: Lesbian General Appearance: Elizabeth stands about 5'1'' and weighs roughly 135 lbs. She has a fairly slender build with a bit of curve to her and her bust size is a b-cup. Her long raven black hair drapes over her shoulders with a few bangs always hanging down in her face, and her eyes are a piercing shade of ice blue. She's not too big on fashion either, but then again, what can you expect from a broke runaway, so her clothes are always frayed and grungy looking. Most of her clothes she carries around in an old military duffel bag she stole from her father, along with her beat up acoustic guitar History: "People lie all the time, even when they tell you the truth..." Moving from the Midwest, Liz failed to fit in and make friends, usually choosing to exclude herself from certain people, but when she did consider having a friend, she was cruelly rejected and ostracized by the other students, leading her to recede more and more into herself. Liz was born to her mother and father in Des Moines, Iowa on October 13th. Her mother worked as a receptionist for a hospital while her father was a sheriff's deputy. However Elizabeth wasn't her father's child but the child of her mother and another man she had an affair with behind his back. Once her father, a cruel and abusive drunk, discovered the truth, he tried to kill his wife and child. Liz's mother escaped with her from Iowa, and together, the two tried to start a new life. It was rather easy for her mother, but for Liz.....it was Hell. Elizabeth was constantly bullied by the children in her class, the ridicule and ostracism proceeding till she was twelve, when her mother fell gravely ill with cancer. It wasn't months later, her mother passed away. Liz had never cried so much in her life. She felt that without her mother, she had nothing. All that was left.....was for her to die too, but her first attempt at suicide went awry. Trying to jump from the window of her mother's apartment, she was caught by the landlord, sending her into a crazed, convulsing fit. For the next few months, she was admitted to an asylum after continuously cutting and burning herself, later being released and adopted by a strict ex Marine and his wife living in Dallas, Texas. She was soon running with a "bad" crowd and constantly rebelled against her foster parents, often getting into trouble with the police and ending up quite literally on the backhand of Daniel, her foster father. Finally fed up with the constant control and physical abuse, she ran away from home in the middle of the night and never looked back since. She ended up here in the city after hitching a ride with a trucker, tired, hungry, penniless, and desperately in need of a place to rest. For the time being, she's slept under the bridge in the park and lived off whatever money she made being a street performer. Personality: "Yeah, I'm a bitch. Deal with it." Cynical, moody, and sarcastic, rarely does Liz speak, but when she does, she's not afraid to tell you what's on her mind. She's usually a cool and collected person, but you rub her the wrong way, you only have yourself to blame for that black eye you got. She hates bullies and absolutely despises snobby, stuck up people. Liz is a music lover at heart, but only certain types of music since she absolutely despises pop music. She also occasionally smokes marijuana. There is a kinder, more gentle side to Liz, but it is rarely seen. Skills: Other than playing guitar, nothing really. Hobbies: Skateboarding, playing guitar, getting high, listening to music, photography, napping constantly, drinking lots of coffee sigh "I needed this."~ =u= Other: -She's allergic to cats -Not only can she can play guitar. She can also play piano. -In addition to her other tattoos, Liz also has on the left side of her neck two laughing skulls and "Memento Morii" in fancy lettering trailing around her left arm. "Okay, now that you know everything about me, go away."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer 'Jen' Flint "You think I can't handle myself?" Jen asked, turning to face Leo fully, "I've lived on these streets for long enough, I know the ins and outs of a street race. I've picked up a few clients from some of them as well." She wondered whether she should stick around for this one, try and make some quick money.</s> <\|message\|>"Life is just....fucked up." youtube.com/watch?v=FkxeX7t4Jiw The park always brought to her a sense of peace when she saw it, a place not too far from the city, but oh so distant from the drugs, the gangs, the crooked cops, and all the sordid mayhem that ate it alive like a ravenous parasite. Here, she was in her own little world, just her and her beat up acoustic. Children played and laughed chasing after an adorable Scottish Terrier puppy bouncing about on his hind legs through a clear verdant meadow of grasses and wildflowers, old men, withering with age, sat swapping stories of a past long gone around a faded checkerboard while sipping tea, young lovers resided underneath the cool shade of a towering, fully blossomed oak beside the sparkling emerald waters of the river, sharing a kiss or two and carving their names into the thick bark of the tree, a testament to their love never to fade, and Liz...she sat at her usual place, the bench nearby the old fountain in the midst of it all. She loved it, every sight, every sound culminating so well with the gentle trickle of water, the chirping and serenading of songbirds in the trees, the rustle of the grass as a cute, tiny squirrel dashed away from her, and of course...the sound of her pick strumming the coiled metal strings of her instrument. Her eyes closed, her fingers danced across the frets, playing every note in perfect musical precision. No sheets of music to read off; she didn't need them. Whatever she played, it was genuine, from the heart. And the people seemed to like it too, as she heard a few coins and such hitting against the open guitar case by her feet, yet not a single pause to say thank you. Instead, she kept playing, her gracious gesture as a simple nod to the person and a wry smile.</s> <\|message\|>Leonardo Gildone Leo sighed and said "fine do what you wish" He got into his car and drove down into the culvate to meet up with the other members of his gang. One of Leo's friends got out of his car and said "you always seem to be here first. Leo got out of his car and smiled and said "well of course i'm the fastest driver here, I'm always first. His other friends arrived and they all shook hands. The friends said "so it ends up the boss is going to watch this race." Leo said "why is watching this isn't a big race." Another friend said "it ends up your reputation is larger than you think, the other gang is bringing their best racers." Leo said "well maybe this will be an actual challenge" He smiled after saying that. His first friend said "they're going to be gunning for you." Leo patted his friend on the back and said "I've gotten use to risking my life." (this is what the place looks like)</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer 'Jen' Flint Jen shook her head a little, following the car to where she knew the races took place. She walked over to Leo and put her hand out. "I'm Jen. It's nice to meet you," She said, a smile on her face. She didn't hold anything against the guy for trying to look out for her. Honestly, the concern was kind of touching.</s> <\|message\|>"Life is just....fucked up." These days, twenty bucks wasn't much, but it was enough to help her get by. True, she could have made more if she was a whore or a dope dealer in this god forsaken city, but if there was one thing Liz was never going to do...it was sell her soul to this rotten place. She sighed, walking along the train tracks back to the smog and filth of the inner city, her guitar slung over her back and the cash she made today stuffed in the pocket of her frayed and tattered skinny jeans. That should be suitable for more food, and maybe a bottle of Jack for her friend Mike. Down on the storm drain below, where the river once flowed wild and free before urbanization raped nature and defiled her beauty, there seemed to be some sort of commotion, a bunch of cars, street rods and amped up classic muscle from the looks of them. The illegal street racing circuit was big here in this city, that much Liz knew. From time to time she did frequent some of the races. They were exciting, the adrenaline rush, the feel of raw horsepower just inches away from you as it screamed by. Her face was pressed against the chainlink fence, a curious gaze. Then...she spotted someone out of the crowd. Was that...her? "Jen?"</s> <\|message\|>Leonardo Gildone Leo looked at the girl who was now introducing herself. Leo sighed and said "my name is Leo" He shook her hand. He then heard a voice behind him say "You aren't going to spend you winnings on that broad are you" Leo turned around to see a Man who had two women one in each arm. The man's name was Zach he was the best racer of the other gang. Leo said "I'm actually disappointed I thought this race was going to be a challenge, not a cruise in park with a man who has to pay women to stay around him for more than 5 seconds." Zach scowled and said "we'll see who is laughing after the race." Zach walked away. One of Leo's friends said "man he hasn't changed one bit."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer 'Jen' Flint @Dmessenger "Those two aren't cheap either. They're some of the more expensive prostitutes in this part of town," Jen said, talking about the two women hanging around with Zach. She glanced over Leo's shoulder, noticing a familiar face. She smiled a little, winking at Liz, before making a motion for her to join them.</s> <\|message\|>"Life is just....fucked up." @Carlsberg Just at that sly wink, she felt her face grow hot. A small smile crept across her lips as she decided to hop the fence and make her way down to the riverbed, stumbling a little when her feet made contact with the concrete. "Hey." She greeted Jennifer, actually quite happy to see her again. "I'm...sorry about earlier " She apologized before looking over at the guys, namely the one with the baddest looking car there. "Friends of yours?" She asked Jen raising an eyebrow.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer 'Jen' Flint @Dmessenger Jen smiled at her. "It's fine, nothing to worry about. You probably had things to do anyway," She said, tapping her lightly on the shoulder with her fist, before turning back to Leo, "Actually no, I just met him. I think he' about to race. Should be fun to watch."</s> <\|message\|>"Life is just....fucked up." @Dmessenger She smiled back at Jen then turned to the guy she pointed out. "Sick ride." She said looking over his car. Dude must've put a lot of work into it Liz thought. Definitely looked like it would smoke this other guy's whip in nothing flat. And yeah, now that she thought about it, why not stick around?</s> <\|message\|>Leonardo Gildone One of Leo's friends said "it's show time, he's here" Leo turned to see the two gang bosses were walking up. Leo's boss walked up to Leo and said "you know what happens if you lose." Leo's smiled disappeared as he said "yes sir" with a serious face. His friends all went to their cars. Leo said "sorry we can keep talking I've got to go." He hopped into his car and drove it into position.@Carlsberg@Rusalka</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer 'Jen' Flint @Dmessenger Jen watched him walk off. "Do you think he'll win?" She asked. She paused for a second. "Do you want to find somewhere to watch it?" She asked, "If you're lucky, I might even give you some half time entertainment." She giggled a little at the last bit. "Or, if you prefer, we can skip straight to the entertainment."</s> <\|message\|>"Life is just....fucked up." @Dmessenger It was starting, engines revving loud as the racers took their positions, ready to light a fire across the dry concrete of the storm drain. Liz shrugged; she didn't really know how this race was gonna turn out, or who was going to be the victor. Her main concern was the cops didn't show up and bust them, killing her buzz for the afternoon. She had only seen a few races, but they were still exciting as hell. A heavy blush overtook her face, painting it red upon hearing those libidinous comments once more. She couldn't deny she would definitely sleep with Jen, but it was a tad intimidating how...forward she was. "Eh..." Lightly she shrugged her shoulders again. "I think I'll stick around and watch the race. Besides, the excitement, the danger..." A rather devious smirk across her lips as she turned to Jen, purring in her ear. "It really gets my engine revving." Hey, if she was gonna be so forward, Liz might as well follow suit.</s> <\|message\|>Leonardo Gildone Leo pulled up to the start line. Zach pulled up next to him and said "once this race is your I'm going to enjoy trashing your car." Leo said "I think you'll be too busy walking home to do so." One of the two girls Zach brought walked out front and held up a handkerchief. She then waved it and all the cars roar as they leaped from the starting line and began to fly down the channel.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer 'Jen' Flint "Naughty girl," Jen said with a purr of her own, before wrapping an arm around the girl and drawing her a little closer to her, "Well, I'll try and keep my hands to myself. However hard that maybe." She gave the girl a devious stare, the smile on her face far from innocent. Oh, the fun she could have with this girl.</s>	<\|message\|>"Life is just....fucked up." "You better, or I might have to bite you." A little nip of Jen's earlobe as she whispered in her ear, her heated breath cascading against the girl's skin. She was starting to warm up to the idea of getting this girl in bed. If not that, then maybe a quiet alleyway with her back pushed against the wall. Her licentious gaze met with Jen's, an equally lustful smile shared between the two. Then the race kicked off, the roar of the engines like shockwaves crawling up her legs. Damn, between that and Jennifer, it might be Liz having the problem of keeping her hands to herself.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Pittman Oswald "Oz" or "Ozzy" Pittman, Gold Ranger Age: 17 DOB: March 26th, 2007 POB: San Antonio, Texas, United States Height: 6'2" Weight: 205 lbs Eyes: Green Theme: In a Nutshell Special Talents & Skills Savvy in Information Technology Graphic Design Low level hacking Mixed Martial Arts Scanned Lifeforms Gold Dragon Electric Eel Pistol Shrimp Powers & Abilities Gold Dragon Aura, feels warm and radiant with a slight electrical charge that would make ones hairs stand on end. Golden Lightening. Providing both offensive and defensive capabilities, Oz is able to emit golden lightening from his hands and even create and manipulate electromagnetic fields to create an instant, but short-lived, electro barrier. The limits to these electric abilities and their applications are currently unknown, but continue to develop with use. Short-Distance Teleportation. Ozzy is able to 'ride the lightening', moving from one location to another in a flash of light. However, he cannot teleport to places unknown without an absolute understanding of the layout. Therefore he typically limits teleporting to be within his line of sight. Overuse of this ability can cause major fatigue. Technology Influence. Through his understanding and command of electricity and technological systems, Ozzy can often interact with technology as if he could speak its language. Certain applications include his ability to deactivate alarms despite not knowing the code, bypassing internet securities despite not knowing the password, etc. His ability to do this presents itself more like an intuitive keystroke rather than a master/sentient slave relationship between him and the system he is trying to crack and it's success is not guaranteed. Explosive Burst. A gift from the pistol shrimp, if Oz punches his hands together, an explosive burst erupts out of the clash, sending a sonic pulse outward around his entire body. A great maneuver when outnumbered and being swallowed by a crowd of enemies or even just a perfect technique to invoke a stun. Weapons & Gear Gold Dragon Nanosuit Golden War Axe Dragon Zord Booster Mech Biography Oz was never one of the social elite. Despite coming from a father who was an All American Quarterback when he was in high school and a mother who was prom queen in her heyday, Oz was just an apple that happened to fall far from the tree. Whereas his father was a sports enthusiast and his mother was queen bee in her social circle, Oz's interests were far more virtual in nature. Ever since his parents introduced Oz to the internet, the young man would stare at the screen for hours absorbing knowledge and entertainment with every new click of the mouse. Unfortunately, this took a toll on his social skills and while he may be willing to talk to a small few trusted associates, he usually keeps to himself for the most part. To him, life in the real world just isn't as exciting as the life he lives through the screen. That is, until recently...</s> <\|message\|>Finley "Finn" Logan Finn had spent much of the night before baking brownies, cupcakes, and cookies for the bake sale he had planned today. You would never know that by looking at him. He still had plenty of energy, and was in a chipper mood. The bake sale was Finn's idea, but there were other members of the cheer squad present to assist. Most of them were on this trip for the extra credit, but Finn was here solely for the joy of sharing his creations with others. While on the bus, he sat next to a boy named Sa'cha. He was a new kid, and Finn had seen him around, but until today, they hadn't talked much. Finn was going to change that today. The two chatted on the bus, and by chatted, it was mostly Finn doing most of the talking. He was used to that. It was going quite well, until Skull and Bulk opened their mouths. Finn cringed the entire time Bulk and Skull were arguing. Finn wished those two didn't come on this trip. Finn didn't have it in him to actually hate anyone, but those two greatly reminded him of his childhood bullies. As bad as it sounded, he couldn't stand being in the same room with them for fear of doing something he might regret. So he avoided any interactions with them whenever possible. Finn didn't acknowledge their antics, and was grateful to Tommy for providing some kind of distraction from them. "Aww, leave her be Tommy." Finn replied. "If she does, she does, and if she doesn't she doesn't. You don't need to tease her about it." He then turned his attention back to Sa'cha, and smiled. "Anyway, I know some people on this trip aren't exactly here for charity… It isn't my place to judge them. Me? I'm here to share my sweet treats with people. I love baking! My mom, little sister and I would bake together when my mom was free. Sharing sweets is a great way to bond with people I think."</s> <\|message\|>Shelby Watkins Tommy had chuckled at Oz's comment about the dick-measuring contest, and then grinned when Finn and Sa'Cha insisted he stop teasing Shelby. "Yeah!" she nodded repeatedly, arms crossed. "You should stop teasing me!" "But you're too cute when you're embarrassed!" he replied playfully. "I am not embarrassed!" she insisted. "I have nothing to be embarrassed about!" "Relax, I'm just messing with you," the dark-haired boy said after another chortle, pulling her into a one-armed shoulder-to-shoulder hug and kissing her on the forehead. "I'll quit teasing you now, ya big crybaby." "Yeah, well you're a big jerk," she added, crossing her arms again and looking away, chin up. But then she turned back and grinned. "But you're lucky you're a cute jerk!" After Helia had inquired about the purpose of the day's event, Shelby was the first to reply. "There are so many awesome things going on at the Museum today!" she explained excitedly. "We're heading there to help out with a fundraiser to save the place from being closed down. And like Finn said, he made baked nummies!" "So, do you got any 'special' brownies in your stash, Finn?" Bulk asked quietly with a grin as his head popped back up over the seat. "What, you mean 'special' like my grandmother's cookies?" Skull inquired as he chewed the gum in his mouth loudly. Bulk just rolled his eyes. "No, you dolt," he replied, shaking his head. He leaned in and whispered in Skull's ear, after which the other boy's eyes grew wide. "Duuuuuude!" he said excitedly to Finn, a bit too loud. "If you got weed goodies, fork 'em over, twerp!" "Ixnay on the grasstalk!" Bulk barked angrily in a hushed tone when he noticed Miss Morgan glancing in their direction. The two punks then dropped back down and were quiet the rest of the drive. "Hey everyone!" Karone called out, holding up her phone, which had the Twitch app open. She then flashed a toothy smile. "Say hi to the chat! We have seven thousand people watching right now!" Shelby let out a squeal of protest and dropped down out of sight of the camera. "I really hate that girl..." _______________________________________ _______________________________________ _______________________________________ As the bus turned off the main highway, they could see the Museum at the other end of a winding road. There were dozens of vehicles finding their way into the parking lot, and quite a few tented stalls had been set up throughout the forested grounds surrounding the main building. As the students began exiting the vehicle once it had parked, the white box truck that had been following them pulled into the lot as well. The driver hopped out and slid open the back rolling door as Tommy and the others walked up to help unload the supplies for the event. "Hey guys, how was the ride?" the older man asked. He looked to be in his mid-to-late-forties, well-built, and covered in tattoos. Many of the teens thought he was the coolest teacher at Angel Grove High, and he had been a beloved local celebrity back when he was a student there in the nineties. "It was stellar, Mr. Oliver!" Karone replied happily before anyone else could. "I had over seven thousand viewers on my stream before Miss Morgan made me turn it off!" "That's… impressive!" he replied. "It totes is!" she agreed wholeheartedly while Shelby looked at the others and made a silent puking motion. Soon they were loading up their supplies - including Finn's baked goods - from the shelves and cabinets inside the truck onto carts and wheeling them to the row of tents that had been allotted to them. Before their stalls opened for business, the teen volunteers were taken on a quick tour of the facility, which included a restaurant called the Dino Bite Cafe. (the episode linked below also gives a good look at the Museum and Cafe)</s> <\|message\|>Finley "Finn" Logan Finn giggled at Shelby and Tommy's banter. Then Bulk and Skull had to go and ruin it… Without missing a beat, Finn replied with a smile on his face. "Well, all my treats are special. They're handmade with love and care! Also, please don't call me a twerp… That's not nice." He had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. Finn was also grateful to Miss Morgan for shutting those bullies down quick. When the bus finally arrived at the museum, Finn was one of the first to get off. First, he had helped to unload the supplies for the event. Particularly his baked goods, onto the carts, and wheeling them to the tents. Finn was excited to start, and he was not afraid to show it. He started bouncing up and down, waving his arms, and started to sing. All you have to do is take a cup of flour Add it to the mix Now just take a little something sweet, not sour A bit of salt, just a pinch Baking these treats is such a cinch Add a teaspoon of vanilla Add a little more, and you count to four, And you never get your fill of... Cupcakes! So sweet and tasty Cupcakes! Don't be too hasty Cupcakes! Cupcakes, cupcakes, CUPCAKES! He finished his little routine by doing a cartwheel. "Weee!" After that, he went to join the group that went on a tour of the facility.</s> <\|message\|>Sa'Cha Harroea Reverence the Cacophony... --- --- Finally, the bus pulled into the destination and not a moment too soon. Bulk and Skull were really wearing Sa'Cha's patience thin. One more outburst from them and he would've transformed them both into crickets for the remainder of the trip, no matter who saw him do it. Thankfully, the bus had halted movement and they all proceeded to exit the cramped space. There was a reason he didn't ride the bus to Angel Grove High. He didn't like cramped spaces and he didn't like awkward interactions, one reason he hadn't asked Finn out yet. He was scared. Not of rejection, but of what Finn would think of him. Slowly he exited the bus and watched as Finn performed his cheer about baked good. Why was he so cute? There was mention of a tour of the location before setup would take place. Finn seemed overly excited, while Sa'Cha needed a moment to collect his thoughts. Andrew suddenly hugged him from behind and smiled. "Now's your chance lover boy," he said as they watched Finn hurry towards the others as they prepared for the tour of the facility. "Later," Sa'Cha replied. "Besides, we should focus on the reason we are here Andrew." "The reason YOU are here is to ask Finn out and help with his bake sale. The reason I am here is to make sure you do exactly that. Now let operation 'Finn and Sa'Cha Sitting In A Tree' commence," Andrew nearly blurted out before stepping away from Sa'Cha who had a scowl on his face. "You'll thank me later." Sa'Cha grumbled and moved towards the rest of the group eager to hear what all needed to be said on the tour. He couldn't shake the odd feeling that had come over him as soon as they'd driven onto the land. It was odd and he felt it in the pit of his stomach. His head thumped like a soft hammer hitting wood. He pushed it to the back of his head as he looked around.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Pittman Ozzy was thankful to be off the bus, that was for sure. As soon as his feet hit the Earth, he stretched out, slow and exaggerated, like a cat. Soon supplies were unloaded and a tour commenced. As they passed the Dino Bite Cafe, Oz impulsively uttered, "Wow... It's like The Flintstones." He took a quick snapshot on his phone, evidence for the tale he would surely tell his parents once he returned home. Curiosity lead him toward the counter where he caught a glimpse of the menu and one particularly humongous dino-sized 'Bronto-Burger' that the was featured upon it. "Good lordy, I'd have to unhinge my jaw," he said out loud as he rubbed his chin in discomfort at the mere ponderance of eating that thing. "What the hell is 'a bowl of fries'?" he asked as he kept reading. "A bowl of fries?!" Eventually he turned back around to face the group and pointed back behind himself toward the counter. "If one of you can scarf that thing down, clean the fry bowl and not die, I'll pay for the meal," he said with a crooked grin as he issued the challenge.</s>
<\|description\|>Ellis Braddock Age - 42 Gender - Male Occupation - Tobacco salesman Height - 5'6" Weight - 170 lbs. Apparel - Business suit, suspenders and a vest, old Union uniform. Bowler hat, Union Kepi. Weaponry - Sharps carbine (1867), Colt Revolver 1860 Army model. Bayonet. Bowie knife. Equipment - Grey horse named Snodgrass. Map. Fishing net. Rations and water. Whiskey. Many cigars/chewing tobacco/pipes. Skills - Fighting, farming. Flaws - Stubborn, prideful, easily annoyed, smoking, drinking, PTSD, racist against Indians. Personality - Ellis Braddock likes to smoke cigars and drink whiskey. He keeps his emotions to himself and expects the same of others. He is stubborn and prideful, and doesn't tolerate insolence or rudeness. He likes wilderness and towns equally. To most people he seems stiff and humorless. Ellis believes in suffrage for black men if not equal rights. This is largely because he wants to think that something good came from the war. He is, however, racist against Indians due to his time fighting them and the cultural differences. He is a Christian, but doesn't talk much about religion or go to church enough. He is a moderate Republican, and bears a strong grudge against the South and Democrats because of the war. He enjoys a good political debate, but few enjoy debating with him. He suffers from post-traumatic-stress disorder due to the many battles he has fought in. Backstory - Ellis Braddock was raised on a farm in Ohio. In 1861, at the age of 22, he volunteered to serve in the Union Army in the Civil War. He served in many engagements, including the Battle of Chickamauga. At Chickamauga he served under General Thomas who held out a stubborn rearguard defense of Snodgrass Hill. After the war he remained in the army, serving in the Indian Wars. In 1874, he retired from the military and moved out west. He has bounced from town to town as a travelling tobacco salesman, as well as occasionally a hired gun. He has made a decent amount of wealth, but still travels constantly to keep his mind off of his bloody past. He has owned his horse for three years, and named it Snodgrass after the hill where he fought at Chickamauga.</s> <\|message\|>Amid and Kadir Karzai The two brothers were sipping their drinks, very much enjoying the sheriff's story. About the time he wrapped it up, however, one of the drunks near the back of the bar started a fight. Kadir immediately stood, eager to be involved. Although he was about knee high to a grasshopper, Kadir was pretty decent in a fight. Amid chose to stay at the table, nursing his glass and waiting for his brother to either get it out of his system or need his help. Kadir jumped in and pulled a man off another who was taking a pretty nice beating. The guy turned and swung drunkly at him, and Kadir was all to happy to duck and swing back. Amid watched as his brother dodged blows and landed his own. He wasn't quite sure where Kadir ever learned to fight. Having been born first, Amid was always treated differently by their father. He was held to a higher standard, because one day, their father's fortune and business would be passed on to him. Kadir, however, was a bit spoiled. Their mother had always doted on him from day one, and their father had treated him as a child. As such, Kadir had grown up to be something of a child. The look of delight on the Afghan's face as he fought off a couple staggering drunks made that much pretty clear. Amid stood up as his drink ran out and made his way over to the bar. "Bar man, can I get another drink?" He said, his accent thick and a bit hard to hear over the roar of the fight behind him.</s> <\|message\|>Ellis Braddock Ellis Braddock frowned as the bar erupted in violence. He wanted nothing to do with such a pointless scuffle. Turning around, he walked back out the door he had just entered. He stood out front and waited for things to calm down. He tipped his hat to a lady that was talking to a Chinese man. It seemed odd to him but he didn't think much of it. He hadn't quite formulated an opinion of the Chinese. They seemed industrious enough, but he hadn't had much exposure. Ellis finally stomped out the nub of a cigar he had been smoking. He pulled out another one and lit it with a match. He didn't bother to offer some cigars to the Chinese man as they never seemed to smoke tobacco. The thought of selling cigars to the lady obviously never occurred to his mind.</s> <\|message\|>Isadora Escalante "Maria and Rosa, be nice to your brother! And don't forget to stir the stew!" Isadora called out over her shoulder to her siblings. "Ma, I'm headin' out now," she said, giving her mother a quick kiss on the cheek before she walking out of her cramped but cozy home and into the blinding sun. The sky was a merciless blue, with not a cloud in sight. The sun beat down relentlessly on the parched land and sparse patches of lifeless grass as Isadora Escalante strode down the street and walked into the Burnside saloon through the back door. She slipped past the kitchen and emerged into the dining area, where Joshua Darwall, the owner of the saloon, was hosting his usual story contest. Isadora glanced at the windows, making note if the various forms of transportation that had been left outside in the sun. Horses and wagons seemed to be the preferred mode of transportation, which was nothing out of the ordinary. Isadora caught Joshua's eye and flashed him a bright smile in greeting before she began to wait tables. Most of the patrons' attention was fixated on the small stage that Joshua was standing on, introducing his story telling contest. Billy was playing the piano, and nothing seemed horribly out of the ordinary. Of course, there was the matter of three mean-looking men who had just walked in a few seconds ago, guns holstered at their hips, but so long as they didn't actually do anything, Isadora didn't count that as unusual. Strangers and travelers were always present in the saloon; even ones who were looking for trouble. Out of the corner of her eye, Isadora glanced at the deputy and the sheriff as the story-telling contest started. If she knew anything about William and Clayton Beck, it was that both of them had zero tolerance for troublemakers. It would be interesting to see how things played out if the men decided to try something. Isadora wiped down a few tables before stopping to survey the crowd once more. This time, she managed to pick out out two lean, dark-haired men who were sitting in the middle. She recognized them as Amid and Kadir, two horsemen who were damn good at their job if what the people said was true. A tall, dark-skinned man made his way into the saloon, getting a few surprised looks. Isadora watched, nonplussed. She'd seen her fair share of people of different races in her time working at the saloon, and besides, it'd be hypocritical of her to find racial diversity strange, considering that Isadora was half-Mexican herself. Charles O'Malley entered shortly after, clad in a suit. If the rumors were to be believed, he'd been a big-time slave owner before the war. Now, she knew that he loaned out money to people, and that he was notoriously brutal towards people who didn't repay their loans on time. He asked for champagne in a slow Southern drawl, and Isadora almost went over to help him, but Joshua beat her to it. Other people filtered in, some of whom Isadora didn't recall ever seeing before. She put down the rag she had been using to wipe down tables and brought drinks to the patrons, her periwinkle-colored skirts swishing around her ankles as she walked. One of the other waitresses, Sophie, sidled up to Isadora as she returned to the area behind the bar to get more drinks. "Whatcha' doing, Isa? Any of the people from outta town look 'specially interesting to you?" Isadora turned to face the blonde waitress, an easy grin on her lips. She was fond of the other girl. The two of them had started working at Burnside at around the same time, and they had quickly formed a bond in those first years when they were stuck doing the dishes together. "There's a mean-looking fella over there, the one with the scar. Whaddya think of him?" Sophie's gaze flitted over to the man. "Oh, him? Clay just asked 'bout him, actually. Said that him and his friends stink of bad medicine or somethin' like that. I don't know. They haven't done anything to cause trouble, in any case." "Hmm. Well, Mister Darwall's not gonna throw 'em out for just sitting there lookin' mean, I suppose," Isadora replied, shrugging. She grabbed two mugs and filled them up with beer before walking back out to the main area of the saloon and placing the mugs on a table in front of two patrons. They thanked her absentmindedly, more focused on the storytelling contest than on her or the drinks. Isadora listened in as Sheriff William recounted how he'd encountered a bounty hunter and a deserter right here in Soursprings many, many years ago. The front door opened, and two men walked in-one of them wore a hat, while the other one had long blonde hair tied in a ponytail away from his face. Now, they're the ones that look like trouble, Isadora thought to herself, suddenly keenly aware of the blades hidden under her clothing. I shoulda' worn those sharp hairpins too. Elena says they're real handy if you don't got scissors with you. I don't see how they wouldn't be real handy in stabbin' some fella's eyes out either. Isadora couldn't say that she'd seen very much trouble in her days-in fact, most of the time it was pretty quiet in the saloon, despite what one might think-but she'd seen enough to recognize the signs of it. She cast a quick glance at the owner of the saloon, who appeared to be completely unworried by the new arrivals. Instead, he was paying rapt attention to Sheriff William's story. Isadora sighed and shook her head slightly, pouring another drink. She smiled politely at the man who'd ordered it and placed it on the table he was sitting behind. Since most of the patrons were paying more attention to Sheriff William and his story than to their drinks, Isadora took a small break and set down her tray, leaning back against the counter next to Sophie. She turned to the other girl, eyes sparkling mischievously. "So, didja' hear?" she whispered conspiratorially. "The general store owner's wife, Sue. The one who taught me and Maria and Rosa how to embroider, the one who came over from the East. Y'know what she did?" Sophie furrowed her brow in confusion. "No, I sure don't. What happened?" Isadora grinned wickedy. "She found out her husband was cheatin' on her with some other woman for ten years. He cut it off a year ago, but that don't mean Sue wasn't damn furious when she realized." Sophie's blue eyes widened. "No. Dear god, Isa, how'd she know?" "To hear her neighbor Eliza tell it, she'd been goin' through old papers and stumbled upon a coupla' love letters. The latest one was from 1881 or so, and the earliest from just after the war ended." Isadora felt a small surge of delight at Sophie's shocked expression. "And Sue talked to her husband about it?" Sophie asked. Isadora nodded. "You betcha'. She stormed right on over to where he was helpin' out some customers and sent all of her anger at him right then and there, in front of everybody in the store." An angry Sue was a sight to behold. Red-haired and feisty, Sue was widely regarded as the true owner of the general store. She made all the important decisions and kept the books, while her husband was in charge of tending to the day-to-day affairs of the store. Sophie let out a low whistle. "Good god, poor woman. And for ten years, no less." "I know, bless her soul. If Elena's husband ever pulls somethin' like that on her I'll personally introduce him to Satan myself," Isadora said matter-of-factly, pushing a strand of her wavy brown hair out of her face. Sophie chuckled slightly at Isadora's comment. She opened her mouth to respond, and all the hell broke loose. Goddammit, I knew that fella with the scar was trouble! Isadora thought as he launched himself at another patron. The saloon descended into chaos as the brawl started. Isadora rolled her eyes. "Men," she grumbled under her breath. "They're all the same-too damn prideful for their own good and always too damn drunk to do anythin' but start fights." Isadora was not overly concerned, however. If none of them drew a gun, then things would calm down pretty quickly. She noted that Joshua was calmly watching the fight, even making a few jokes here and there. Out of the corner of her eye, Isadora saw the door open for a split second before closing again. Frowning, she almost went to investigate, but one of the dark-haired horsemen she'd noticed earlier-she couldn't recall if it was Amid or Kadir, which was strange, since she'd always had a knack for remembering names-walked up to the counter and asked the barman for another drink. His words were almost indecipherable above the racket caused by the brawl going on behind him. Isadora leaned over the counter so she could talk to him without screaming at the top of her lungs. "I can help you out, though I'm not the barman," she offered, flashing him a teasing smile. "What would you like?"</s> <\|message\|>Thomas McCree Thomas slowly approached the bar, At the time when he was close enough to hear the fight prevailing inside, flinched. "Certainly life in this city should be interesting", he thought while tying his horse to the sloop stood beside the inn . He saw that one of the participants fight fled and stood at the entrance smoking cigar, he looked like some kind of merchant. Close to him two persons were talking to each other, one of them looked like chinese, the other person was certainly woman. Thomas had nothing to Chinese people. McCree decided that he will approach him and check on what he sells there. He began to walk , and after a while saw that the man apparently sells cigars. Well, in the end one cigar doesn't make me a smoker" he thought . He spoke to the peddler , "Hello, how are today's sale? I'd be happy to buy something from You. It seems that you sell cigars. How much money one of them cost?". While waiting for the respond he peeked thought saloon window, inside the brawl was raging on. One of the brawlers just smashed bootle into another's one head, Second one almost thrown one of fighters throught the window. "I will certainly don't enter there". "So, what's the price?"</s>	<\|message\|>Ellis Braddock Ellis watched casually as the newcomer hitched his horse and came closer. When he was greeted he put out his hand for a handshake. His grip was almost painfully tight. "What sales?" he chuckled. He opened the box and showed some rather fine cigars and well as chewing tobacco. "It's twenty-five cents apiece, or you can have six for only a dollar. What is your name, Sir?" <Tag Treshan></s>
<\|description\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze Appearence: BTW I drew that, heehee ^_^ Age: 32 Civil and Thief clothes are the same, made of fur and leather hides from the animals she has hunted. When she is on the hunt she will have her face painted in tribal war paint Weapon: A pinewood bow with thick, gauged horse hair twine, and a sharp, curved dagger Tools: A quiver of arrows, caltrops, small vials of various poisons (hand crafted by her), and a sage green ocarina which she plays now and again. Not necessarily a tool, but essential to her, her hawk companion Dmitri Bio: Life was not always so grand growing up in the eastern Elven Empire of Telnivir. Rather, it was monotonous to the young elven girl. Born to a family of nobles, Nirayane had everything handed to her upon platters of the finest gold, lavish, elegant clothing, precious, priceless gems and jewelry that sparkled so radiantly, wealth, all that a noble elf's daughter could ask for...except for her of course. She was smothered no less, protected as though she were nothing more than a priceless trinket. Her parents had even betrothed her to a wealthy and handsome steward of the Imperial Court, yet Nirayane felt no love for him, nor any sort of affection. Nay, what she longed for was freedom, liberation from her gilded cage, her tightly clenching shackles of obligations to the haughty and stuffy nobility. Such came for her one fateful evening, when she had finally made her decision to cut all ties with her family and free herself from the bondage of her elegant lifestyle. She had only made it so far through the thick of the forest, until suddenly she was set upon by a rowdy clan of brigands, named the Black-Horned Elks, led by a brutish orc war chief named Torvald Stone-Hide. Torvald took the girl captive and chained her up in his personal quarters at the abandoned fortress of Raven's Perch, believing certain she would fetch a pretty coin from her family, but as the years waned on, his cruel treatment of Nirayane lessened and he slowly became smitten with the elven maiden. Nirayane the same had grown attached to the orc, developing romantic feelings for him, and soon the two were lovers. Through her time together with the bandits she became molded by the brutality surrounding her day in and day out and developed her own kindred bloodlust. Her orc husband took note of this and allowed her to participate in raids, pillages, and heists to satiate her fearsome appetite. She became skilled with an assortment of weapons, yet favored the bow above all, her prowess in archery nearly unmatched as she could kill a target from almost leagues away, earning her the title Shear-Breeze. Other attributes she learned from her savage companions were how to live off the land, to hunt for meat and for hides and to gather special herbs and reagents for brewing potions and poisons, and to tame wild animals, except for her husband of course. Yea life was wonderful for the newly crowned Queen of the Elks, yet...how cruel fate be that this life as well be shattered. Twas upon one grim day when a couple of bandits returned to the fortress from a recent raid, spattered in blood and with eyes widened in fear. The chief Torvald asked them of what they had done, and the men simply answered....unknowingly they had killed the wife and daughter of the Imperial Guard Captain. In his blind, berserk rage the orc beheaded them both and ordered to Nirayane and their men...prepare for battle. It wasn't long after, the Captain and his men came thundering towards the fortress with only one goal in mind, burn it to the ground. The battle was quick, bloody, and with numerous, grisly casualties upon both sides, one of which was the bandit queen's lover. Nirayane could only witness in horror as her beloved Torvald was skewered by many a sword blade before he fell to his death from the stone tower of Raven's Perch. She fled the fortress with her remaining men, and through several dark and harrowing times, they traveled towards the west to the kingdom of Kalardia. It was during that period, the queen's crown began to falter, as did her leadership over the unruly brutes. They made several forceful, unwanted advances upon her, and soon the elven maiden was once again a slave. In her desperate bid to be free of her tormentors, she had no choice but to slay them in cold blood. As if Fate herself had frowned upon her, the brigand's luck only grew worse, as she was seized at the border of Kalardia and imprisoned awaiting execution, seething with anger behind grit teeth and glaring eyes. Luckily however, the King of Kalardia, Igolvert, offered her amnesty from the headsman's axe, only on the grounds she join the Thieves Guild. Nirayane, no less, took the offer and since she has remained loyal to the Guild, but never forgetting her beloved Torvald and the orc chief's courageous sacrifice for her. Not important info: She's mute.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia (No one knows her last name) Nadia yawned slightly, feeling rather sleepy. It had been a long day and perhaps she should get some rest. "Hotarubi, I'm going to go and rest up now" she said with a lazy smile and stopped her from playing with her hair. She hadn't really have an actual meal yet but she didn't really have an appetite. "Goodnight everyone, Nira, Chloe, Simbad, Hotarubi" she said and walked off towards a couch, dragging a blanket there and lying down on it, closing her eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "Night Nadia" Chloe called after the girl. Nira had gone off to prepare the food they had earlier killed leaving her with the man who had approached them. "Hi, im Chloe. im new here" she said her hand outstretched</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze Nira turned the spit every once in a while, making sure one side wasn't cooked more than the other or burnt, trying to distract herself from the ever pleasant aroma of venison roasted on the fire, mainly because she hadn't eaten in days. With a gentle nod she bid the young Nadia goodnight and gave a smile to Chloe as well. After a few minutes or so, the meat was finished roasting, and carefully Nirayane lifted the slabs from the fire, carving them into slices alongside some potatoes and carrots she roasted as well. Always the hunter's job to cook, but Nira was used to it. Plating the meat and vegetables, she set them about the table and signaled to the others with a whistle that dinner was served. Poor Nadia. A shame she already retired for the evening. The least the elf could do for her young companion was set her a plate aside for when she awoke. Hopefully that red-tailed sneak-thief wouldn't swoop in and grab it or Nira would have to clip his wings, that or let Dmitri get so fat he couldn't fly anymore. Her eyes turned to the hawk, still perched atop the elf's chair, even after she left, his beady yellow eyes gawking at Simbad's eyepatch as he tilted his head and ruffled his wings a little.</s> <\|message\|>Simbad Simbad turned to face the new girl and shook her hand with a firm grip as the elf hunter left to cook the meat. "I'm not much of a veteran here either to be honest but a month or two of experience goes a way for you i suppose. I would ask what brings you here but everyone has a story and its their choice to tell." He glanced back at the Elf when she whistled showing that the food was ready. The meat looked wonderful a testament to the hunters experience in cooking. He quickly grabbed a plate and loaded up on the delicious looking food. Simbad nodded his thanks to Nirayane, the Elf had always interested him, it was incredible to see how she got by in such a tough world while being entirely unable to talk. He pondered what he would do without the ability to talk as he set to eating the meal. Simbad frowned at the bird noticing it glancing at his eye-patch, from what he had seen the bird grabbed anything it was interested in and he had no intention of losing his eye-patch to the creature, he decided he would just watch it carefully.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters Hearing the whistle Chloe turned her head to see a large table filled with food. She stood up and began to make her way over to the table. the food looked perfect. How was she so good at cooking she though lifting a slice of the meat onto her plate. even the vegetables, which she loathed, looked tasty.</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze The huntress smiled as she saw the others enjoying her food and cut away a small sliver from the venison on her plate with her knife, popping the morsel into her mouth and savoring the sweet, earthy flavor of nature's bounty. To her, especially seeing everyone at the table eating, drinking and merrymaking, it felt more this band of rebel-rousers known as the Thieves Guild were more akin to a happy, yet dysfunctional family, similar in many aspects to a family of her past life. She could hear them again, the clanking of tankards filled to the brim with mead, the hearty laughter over a few bawdy, raunchy jokes passed around along with a shanty or two sung by haggard drunks passionately....and the voice, the gruff yet gentle song of Torvald Stone-Hide. The guild was her home now, yet her heart ached for the days of a brigand. As she drank of her ale and took another bite of venison into her jaws, she happened to notice that nosy hawk of hers eyeing Simbad's eyepatch, only expecting for the cheeky bird to take flight again with it in his talons. Damn thing, he was always grabbing whatever, maybe for a jest or just natural curiosity. There was one time Hotarubi returned with an amulet she pilfered off a merchant, a very beautiful bauble with a lovely, center-cut diamond encased in purest silver, but then Dmitri caught shine of it and away he was with the amulet in his beak, unfortunately dropping it in those filthy sewer waters. It took Nira all night just to find the thing, and when she did, she and the amulet reeked with filth. They would have been lucky to get a few coins for it at the fence. To dissuade the red-tail from any mischief, she glared over to Dmitri and shook her head. He got the message clearly and instead of making off with Simbad's patch, the bird instead flew over to the couch little Nadia was sleeping on and landed, covering his head with his wings and going to sleep himself. Nirayane then turned to Chloe, giggling on the inside. She was a woman, mature indeed, yet she acted as if a child pushing her vegetables aside.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "Nira, where did you learn to cook like this. its really good." she asked the elf curious to what her secret was. the food was a lot different to what she had been used to. for starters it was warm and you could actually taste the meat</s> <\|message\|>Name Vallyn Desp'Ana Vallyn kept silent when the guild began to pile up, tossing eleven of the twelve coin purses onto the table. He left the room, leaving the sewers, wrapping his cloak tightly about him with the cowl pulled low. The shadows of his hood hid most of his face, giving him a somewhat intimidating presence. It didn't take him long to reach his destination, either, only a couple of blocks of wandering to the local tavern. He walked in and closed the door, not paying any mind to the action nor to the curious glares of its hardened folk. Eventually, there was an eruption of welcome. "Vallyn! 'Bout time you came!" The patrons cried, save for the new, burly looking man. Vallyn raised a hand, solemnly walking towards the bar. He dropped three gold piece onto the bar. "Mead and mutton. This should be enough to pay whatever is put on my tab, plus tip." The young man told the barkeep, who, upon looking at the money, nodded with a big smile on her plump face. The woman went about, bringing him the mead and running to the kitchen to prepare his meal.</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze She was about to answer Chloe, but was caught off guard by Vallyn just upping and leaving the guild hall. Where was he off to? And without a single adieu given to his mates? Although, Vallyn never seemed to care much at all for camaraderie among them, always so cynical and staunch. So further Nirayane paid no mind and answered Chloe's question, writing down words on a scrap of parchment, You learn alot when you had to cook for a band of rowdy men and a hungry orc. She smirked and resumed eating.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "Really. Sounds like a load of fun." Chloe said imagining her among the men. and what about an orc.</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze Fun...... True, some of the best times she had in her life were with the Elks, but not always was the case. If it wasn't for the war chief, Nirayane wouldn't have rose to the ranks of bandit queen. A slave she would have been, chained, beaten, spat upon, and abused every night by a different tormentor, such as those she was forced to slay while fleeing towards the border....the last of the most feared brigands...now reduced to a lowly elf. Her smile softened a little and her lips began a gradual downward curve as her eyes fell upon her empty plate. Memories, joyous and painful, they forever plagued Nirayane.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters Seeing Niras smile fade from her face chloe immediatly knew she had offended her. "Nirayane, im so sorry. i didnt mean to upset you" She said trying to comfort her.</s>	<\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze Nirayane managed to keep at least a shred of a smile on her face as she turned to Chloe profusely apologizing to her. Offended? In what way had she chided Nira? She shook her head lightly to the other archer, damn...if only she could speak. Twas already late for the elf, and by now everyone had retired it seemed, except for them three and Vallyn wherever he be. Nirayane stood from the table stretching and silently yawning, bidding Chloe and Simbad goodnight before retiring to her room. Along the way, she smiled to Nadia still slumbering peacefully with Dmitri watching over her. Once she was in her room, she let the thick drape made from deer hides fall over the doorway and slipped off her fur boots and her quiver. Her eyes trailed about the quaint abode....until they fell upon her shelf, atop it, an old, rusted dagger and a cracked steel helm missing one of its horns. Carefully, Nira's hands reached for the helm, and softly...and somberly she rubbed her cheek against the cold worn armor, closing her eyes.</s>
<\|description\|>Artemis Age: He lost count years ago but apparently, immortal. Appearance: While out of water, Artemis develops the swelled, sad look that we all know and love (the picture above describes it quite well). A flabby, useless body is rather shit in combat and in the dating game, as are the small, beady eyes and large nose. In water, his gelatinous body compresses and his body becomes much more fish-like. Deep-sea water is his element and he can handle extreme pressure well because of this (but not psychological pressure because that shits stressful, yo). When speaking, his voice can sound rather lisp-y, due to his fat lips but he has a rather refined accent (not all that different from Walter Melon from Aqua Teen Hunger Force, since they have the same voice actor, the talented Chris Kadden). Species: Blobfish Personality: If the dictionary was a pop-up picture book, the definition of "pessimism" would have Artemis' ugly face on the slapped onto it. After hundreds (it could be thousands by now...) of years, Artemis has long given up looking on the bright side of life and has developed a sarcastic and 'the glass is half-empty' tone with those he hangs around with or calls a "friend". He is by no-means selfish or mean but he has little time for shit and small talk. You'd think a guy who's lived as long as this would be a bit more open and understanding... Likes: -Being a blobfish under water. -Mangos -Lady blobfish. Dislikes: -Being a blobfish on land. -The idiots he's stuck with. -Being alive for thousands of years. Neutral Opinion: -Being a blobfish. History: Artemis came from the deep-sea Pacific, off the coast of a mysterious island called "Straylia". He doesn't remember much from those early years as a simple blobfish, prowling the bottom of a deep-sea trench for scraps, as he didn't gain sentience until he was much older. Upon realising his own existence, Artemis was overcome with sadness as he realised he hadn't gotten laid yet. In his desperation, he began trying for mates all over the deep-sea trench but to no avail. He was simply too sentient and too clever for the female blobfish. So, he left the trench for warmer waters. He traveled for years, still not dying or getting laid or finding a purpose. In his 57th year, he was unluckily caught in a fishing line and pulled to the surface by a sea-faring wizard. The wizard recognised his sentience almost immediately and revealed to Artemis that he was most likely immortal, judging by the deteriorated state of his genitals and his body wrinkles. Distraught, he threw himself into the ocean only to remember he's immortal and from the ocean. He kept going from ocean to ocean as the years went passed, slowly losing count of his own age and place in life. After years of moping about the ocean floor, Artemis flopped onto the surface of the beach a different blob fish. His entire body swelled up and he became even uglier. The immortal blob fish has dragged itself across land for years and has seen the world slowly become stranger and stranger. What he is searching for, he doesn't know. A purpose would be nice but so would some blobfish poontang.</s> <\|message\|>Luka "Thank you mister!" Luka trotted over to the unconscious Heena. He nudged her a little, but he got no response. They should probably leave, but Luka wouldn't be able to lift the unconscious Alpaca. Perhaps their new monstrous friend could help them instead. He trotted over towards the creature, with the intention of perhaps making a new friend. "Can you tell us your name, mister?"</s> <\|message\|>Setheran Setheran eyed the creatures intelligently, taking in the smaller forms of what may be, perhaps, his new companions. While the creature's mind slowly ate away at his own intelligence, his morals and thoughts, he couldn't just leave them here. So instead, he hopped through the small gap, having to twist his head to the side to fit, since his horns jutted out farther on each side than anything else, and bared his teeth at them all. Except, he wasn't growling- rather, his teeth had folded into his mouth, leaving little slits in his gums and worthy of a name like "toothless." Then he approached the passed out long-necked sheep thing, and gently took it in his mouth. Being larger than all the other creatures inside the cell, it didn't take much to lift it, thought he feared his saliva might dirty its wool, he didn't think it'd be that bad. So he turned and hopped out, ignoring any attempts to speak to it. He didn't try to speak- he already knew he couldn't. Instead, he did what he did know how to do- stared at the sand shark's eyes and used a limited form of telepathy to send a series of images, mainly of letters- S-E-T-H-E-R-A-N. His name. Next, he caught the fidgety harpy in his gaze and sent a series of images of them riding on his back. The harpy he could handle, even with the panicked slab of talking flesh, but he didn't think he could handle a... metal suit thing.</s> <\|message\|>Humhum The images were a surprise to Humhum, it took him a few moments to guess that the creature staring at him was the cause. First time receiving a telepathic message is distracting and unusually. It was lucky there was a series of images making him hum as his response. Shifting his balance on one leg he was standing on, he spoke. ''I prefer to fly mmmhmm, I am quite fast.mmm I could mmm hmmm keep up.'' There was a little bit of pride involved. He was far from the fastest in his colony but he was still fast. He wanted to prove it and show that he could keep up with anyone running. Even a interesting beast like his new friend. On the other hand Humhum was quite nice. Offering a compromise. '' But if you insist mmm I may instead of riding mm just sit on your back. mhm mhm~ Either way mmm we should go...mmm Peter hurry up mhm. '' He turned around to check if someone was coming, not seeing anyone he let go of the blob fish. catching Artemis before he hit the ground with the same claw, but now making him face the opposite side than Humhum. The harpy simply thought if there happen to be something behind him Artemis will see it and be really loud about it.</s> <\|message\|>Artemis Artemis blinked in confusion as he was dropped and caught again. "Oh, okay, bird-man, just throw me around like I'm a football" he muttered to himself. "Sure, lets use the immortal virgin blobfish as a ball to throw at each other, that sounds great". The blobfish had calmed slightly as he saw the monster was not a monster at all - it understood Luka and had scratched its name into the floor with its horn. Well, perhaps it was still a monster but at least it was a sentient monster. As he shifted slightly in Humhum's claws, he glanced around him. The corridor was long and dark, with paved flooring with hay strewn everywhere. "God, I'd love to roll in the hay sometime" he said out loud. "No, Humhum! I only mean that metaphorically! It was a joke, a joke! Don't throw me into the hay!" Artemis calmed himself somewhat and looked around at his companions. Peter, the metal man and Heena, the alpaca-llama thing, still stood in the cell, motionless. "Well, Jesus Christ, guys, don't let us hold you back" he said sarcastically. "Are we supposed to carry you on this adventure or something? We're trying to discover ourselves, not how freakin' heavy a man in a diving suit is!" The blobfish sighed. "Well, anyway, seeing as this sentient-monster-thingy isn't going to eat us, we should get out of here. Which way?"</s> <\|message\|>Luka "My Lord!" General Suckfudg shouted, running in from a doorway beside the throne, "The prisoners have escaped!" It was then that he noticed that all of the other soldiers had gotten down onto their knees and were crying with their king. "For god's sake..." He ran around the throne until he was in front of the king. "My lord!" He said again, making sure the king could hear him speak, "The prisoner's have escaped!" "How is that possible?!" the King said incredulously, "It seems they had assistance from the beast in the opposite cell!" "Damn it!" the King cried to the heavens, [c]"Why must this happen to me! Have my sacrifices not been enough? I will not let all of my effort be in vain!"[/b] He turned to a nearby soldier, the tears drying on his face leaving behind a golden glow. "Release the Consumer of Worlds!" Behind him, the soldiers gasped. "B-but my lord!" the soldier said, "What about the Prophecy?" "I have read the prophecy hundreds of times!" He said, "I know what risks I am taking, but they cannot be allowed to continue any further!" The soldier hurridly ran off to release the beast. "For the good of the world, they must die." He said. --- "What's that sound?" Luka asked. It sounded like there was a tornado just outside the walls, but they were deep underground, it couldn't have been a tornado. Suddenly, there was an almighty roar and the noise stopped. "Um..." He said. There was silence all about the dungeon. "What was-" Suddenly, an almighty crack! was heard and the back wall of their cell suddenly shattered into dust and was sucked into a gigantic mouth! The mouth was so massive that he couldn't see anything past it, and then it started to loose chains and bones into its mouth. The suction was so strong that wind started to howl, and he could see Peter was getting sucked in! "Peter! Noooooo!" But he could do nothing as Peter's metal form was slowly pulled into the yawning abyss of the creature's mouth. It was all he could do to hold pull himself from bar to bar, struggling towards the hole where the others were. Something large and white flew over his head, and he looked back to see... "No! Not Heena too!" But he could barely hold on as he was, there was no way he could save her. He struggled towards his friends, until his feet could touch solid ground. "We need to run!" He shouted over the wind, the wind wasn't as strong but he could feel its strength growing quickly. He picked up Artemis in his teeth and took off as fast as he could, hoping that none of the others would meet the same fate.</s> <\|message\|>Humhum Humhum was about to trow the blob fish on the hay as he was asked before Artemis changed his mind. ''You can be confusing. mhmmm.'' He replied waiting for the okay to start moving out. He picked up the sounds of wind? Well thats sure is nice. Wind was always such a nice thing.... He changed his mind when the source of it started to appear. A beast mount crunching away towards them, starting to inhale pulling them. The harpy started to flap his wings as fast as possible resisting the current of air. This wind was definitely not a nice one. In panic his claws got stronger around the blob fish while the free one grabbed onto the opposite cell bars. Holding onto it for his dear life. Seeing when his friends got sucked away into the mount. His eyes big in shock. But if he tried to catch them he would have to let go and.... "We need to run!" That was what he wanted to hear, he didnt need to be told twice. Breathing in he gave his all flapping his wings and grabbing on the ground with his free claw. He run away choosing a direction at random. Most important was not to be there anymore. Ducking his head when some chair flow over his head and into the darkness of the mount.</s>	<\|message\|>Artemis "Oh lord, could this day get any worse?" sighed Artemis as he was whisked into the open mouth of Luka. He wasn't particularly worried that his other companions had been sucked into the stomach of some great big, dirty monster - they hadn't been contributing much to the story anyway. As Luka ran down the hall with Artemis in his mouth, the blobfish became uncomfortably aware of how disgusting the inside of a Land Sharks mouth was. Especially Lukas mouth, who could eat nearly anything. In his teeth, tree branches, fire hydrants and what smelled like a Smeg fridge were all munched up and stuck in the landsharks gums. His breath wasn't much better. Before, when Artemis had stayed several metres away from the Land Shark at all times, the smell had been bearable. But oh God, sitting in Lukas mouth, the smell that had fermented in the Land Sharks mouth had gone through every orifice of Artemis body. The worst part was he couldn't lift a flipper to cover his blobby nose. "Wow, Luka, I'm impressed that you've kept your dental hygiene at a dentist-improved level!" gagged Artemis. "Really, buddy, keep up the good work. I hope I have the breath and teeth of land shark some day". As they rounded the corner, Artemis could feel bile swelling at the bottom of stomach. He wasn't even sure if it was anatomically possible for a blobfish to vomit but he didn't want to find out. "Right, Luka, it's been grand but staying in your mouth for more than one post is going to drive me crazy!" called Artemis, flopping forward to the front of the Landsharks mouth. With an almighty grunt that echoed down Lukas throat and bottomless stomach, the blobfish launched himself out of the land sharks mouth. "Good god" he muttered as he rolled across the ground, acutely aware that he stinking of saliva. "I smell like a sewer" he moaned, rolling onto his front and beginning to flop down the hall as fast as he could. Which was faster than usual. "Oh my lord...Luka! Your saliva has some kind of...slippery quality! I feel like I'm on ice!" grinned Artemis as he slid down the hall as fast as Luka could run. Behind him, a trail of slimy Land Shark saliva formed, showing exactly where he'd gone. "I feel like I'm in the ocean again! This is the best thing ever! Why didn't I come into your mouth before, Luka!?" he exclaimed. "Not like that. Get your mind out of the gutter, dirtbag" snarled the blobfish to the reader as he slid past.</s>
<\|description\|>"Dog" Age: 19 Species: Human? Appearance: Weaknesses: Excitable, anxious, socially maladjusted, prone to berserking Phobias: Being alone Skills: Hand-to-hand combat, tracking, running Supernatural Abilities Tier 1: Generally superhuman, enhanced sense of smell Supernatural Abilities Tier 2: TBD Supernatural Ability Tier 3: Warp Spasm Other:</s> <\|message\|>Ashley. Piccinato "A Minotaur? Well that would be fun, we probably should not." Ashley looked ahead at the blocked way. "Let's find another way around." Ashley began taking a few steps back, slightly concerned about her companion's coughing fit. If he started getting sick or something that would be bad. She kind of wants to keep him around, not that he was a great conversationalist, she just didn't want to be alone right now. "Whatever caused the cave-in is probably is busy with that so we could slip past it. can you still walk?" referring to his leaning on the wall and apparent difficulty breathing. Cosmos</s> <\|message\|>Vinashy Reveetni He wraps his cloak around his body, and bolts. He floats into the room, and scans the walls. He lifts a massive scythe off the wall, and twirls it experimentally. "This will suffice." He turns to Mikkish. "Can you see any bows? That would make a fine weapon for fighting these inferior corpses." As he gets closer, the air begins to smell of blood.</s> <\|message\|>"Dog" Dog felt the undead bounce off left and right from his two struggling shields. He could hear and, because of his size, feel Zanni tramping along beside him, occasionally knocking a zombie or two into his path due to his sheer girth. It was almost as though they were having a race, and with each bump and jostle from one of the undead he felt himself grow a little more frustrated, a little more into it as the rush of combat began to take over. There was no doubting the pang of uncharacteristic anger that flared up as Dog saw that both he and Zanni had been beaten. Mikkish had made it first, blazing across the finish line in a shower of gore and dismantling every zombie on the escalator. Dog growled and forewent the escalator entirely. As he approached it he couched and leap, his powerful legs propelling him upward onto the banister of the second floor. Seeing Mikkish dodge past another hoard into some shop Dog reeled back and threw one of shields at the zombies that had turned to follow him. Somehow he'd managed to put a spin on the zombie, and when it slammed into the hoard its flailing limbs snapped as it took most of them to the ground. He laughed to himself and took that moment to turn and survey the carnage down below. Between him, Mikkish, and Zanni a wide hole had been punched in the hoard down below, paving a blood soaked pathway straight to the escalator. But that hadn't stopped those coming in from the sides around the elevator where, he noted with some disdain, the slime girl was still hanging around. Dog looked over at the other zombie he'd picked up, then at the festive Christmas tree sitting in the middle of the room. Could he make that happen? He thought he could. The zombie slammed into the Christmas with enough force for its stomach to burst, but that sound was dwarfed by the ominous wooden cracking and as it tipped, leaned, and tumbled over from the impact, breaking in half and falling to the left of the slime girl forming a makeshift barricade the zombies would have to climb over to get to her. At least from that side. He heard Mikkish calling for him and hopped down off his perch, rushing into the...medieval arms store? "Oh-hohohoho," He said, rubbing his hands together. He walked over to the long glass case containing a bastard sword to big for anyone to actually use and smashed the glass, pulling the thing out of the debris and letting it drag along the ground as he made his way back to the door to actually help that slowpoke and, maybe, just engage in a little more wanton violence. He wasn't a swordsmen by any means, but he figured a simple HACK HACK HACK would suffice for this crowd. @Karkinos@Strong Potato@Shadow Dragon</s> <\|message\|>Candelabra Ye Ol' Convenient Munition — ding; the doors of the storefront whip open, and a girl steps through, her expression dark, her nose... gone — either smashed in, or ridden of altogether. She strides forward, her feet stick-sticking on the ground, her hands resting in translucent black sweatshirt "pockets." Her straight-ahead stare never wavers; she seizes her prize: A visored helmet hanging on the wall. Decoration, but Candelabra promptly sits it on her head. She wanders around with this new visage as it clearly proved a detriment to her vision — she staggers into a weapon rack, removes herself with effort as the hilt of a longsword drags the floor, its blade impaled through her torso. Candelabra's shoulders shake in a fit of silent giggling. She swings her arms in a facetious march, albeit with such horrific spacial awareness that herself, or her sword, must have bumped into someone on the way to the front of the store. This was not with the intention to leave, for two reasons: the BO outside had gotten ridiculous, and the sounds of butting heads was growing from competitive to violent, to the point where someone had nearly flattened her under the girth of the Christmas tree, something that would take her a good few minutes to recuperate from. Bothersome. Candelabra never doubted a day at the mall could be so chaotic. It must've been Black Friday. Did that correspond with the holidays? Regardless, if she was going to trail the group of familiar faces as she currently was, the least she could do was cover their expense. It was the polite thing to do. Through the visor, she recognized the vague semblance of check-out, ringed the bell mainly because it was there, then spat a medallion out into her hand like a rotten tooth, laid it on the counter. "What is this?" a rasping voice called out to her. "I don't think I can take this." Candelabra, not understanding, lets another medallion roll from the back of her throat, down her tongue, onto the counter. "How are you doing that?" asks the voice, suspicious. "Still, I can't take this money." (Candelabra is unaware she is interacting with a literal cash register right now.)</s> <\|message\|>Zanni Bozo Enjoying the flesh festival, Zanni had to take a moment to clean his eyes. Did he actually lose the race to a human? Zanni could not believe it. He must have cheated somehow. Zanni started walking in @MikkishtheLeprechaun direction, occasionally biting off some fingers pointing towards him. "You know pointing with your fingers is rude..." These humans are all strange creatures. But something was off. The ones he met were a little extraordinary... "Leave some kitchen knives for me, I love throwing them at audiences", Zanni said.</s> <\|message\|>"Dog" Dog wasn't two steps to the door when the slime girl wandered inside. Dog paused and watched as she went past him, her eyes fixed with some profound sense of purpose. She grabbed up a decorative helmet and stumbled into a weapon rack, accidentally impaling herself and knocking a assortment of blades to the ground. This didn't seem to bother her at all. Some deep, deep cash must have gone into her development. What he wouln't give for a body like that. His eyes were taking off her as Zanni shouldered past him into the store. The two past one another as the clown wandered back to talk with Mikkish and the girl tottered up to the counter to...pay for the helmet. No matter what this whole exchange was enough of a break in the action to at least let him cool down a little and think things through. The unread weren't here yet, so there was time for that. He reached forward to tap the slime girl on the shoulder, then stopped after he saw the state of his hand. And his sleeve. And his shirt. And a little on his pants, no doubt. He had not been able to avoid splatter and it chilled him to the bone to think just how long it would take to get the stench off his hands. He wiped his hand on his shirt as best he could, deciding they were in a mall anyone so he would be able to get a new one, and crouched down to tap the slime girl with a hand that was mostly clean. "Uhhhhhh, hey." He said. "I don't think we're expected to pay for any of this stuff. I think it's like, y'know, kind of rules of nature in here." Potato@Karkinos@Shadow Dragon@MikkishtheLeprechaun</s> <\|message\|>Vinashy Reveetni Vinashy looks at Dog confused. "Rules of nature? Rules clearly don't apply here. Unless you think that a talking metal box is normal." He grins, showing his fangs. He turns to Zanni. "Clown. Do those zombies still have any blood in them? I'm thirsty." He licks his lips. He takes a massive recurve bow off the wall, along with a quiver full of arrows.</s> <\|message\|>Mikkish Callahan Dragon@Gentlemanvaultboy@Strong Potato@Karkinos Mikkish picked up a couple of samurai swords, intending to dual wield them both. In theory, he would be a badass bladed whirlwind of death, but when he actually held one in each hand, all while lacking any idea how to efficiently use the weapons aside from hacking and slashing, he realized it would be far too clumsy. He tossed them aside, and instead picked up a decently heavy morningstar and a war axe, not much different from a melee class Skyrim character. Seeing the vampire, Vinashy, he nearly mistook him for a zombie and stepped towards him with weapons ready to strike. He stopped himself, however, when he realized Vinashy was speaking like an intelligent human. He paused awkwardly. "I think there is a gun shop here too. Way better." Mikkish said, considering Vinashy might be a vampire. In his world, many vampires preferred dated weaponry as they were usually quite old themselves. At Zanii's question, he simply pointed to the case holding various knives, ranging from folding pocket knives, to hunting knives, to kunai. He then walked outside and began his killing spree once more. Seconds after he dashed out of sight from the other, a mess of gory bits splashed the windows. If one listened, they could hear the word "STARS" being uttered in a low growling voice.</s> <\|message\|>"Dog" "Huh?" Dog said, confusedly looking the new guy over. "Nah, it's totally normal. You put your token in, the electronic voice goes 'OH! That's a Winner!' and a prize comes out the bottom." It struck Dog that this might not be entirely normal even for people that had been manufactured in Labs. Ordinary folks did the same stuff the slime was trying to do, bringing money into big stores like this to buy whatever they wanted. Dog didn't get that. It seemed much less exciting. "At least, uhhh, that's how it worked where I was raised." He felt Mikkish slide past him back outside and all too soon heard the now familiar splattering sounds commence again as more viscera splatted up against the glass. "You know, in movies they tell you that you shouldn't get any of that stuff in your mouth or eyes, or else you get infected with whatever made the zombies in the first place. So we should try to avoid that." The low, rumbling "STARS" reached his ears at about that time. "And that too. Maybe. I don't think that's friendly." @Shadow Dragon@Strong Potato@Karkinos</s> <\|message\|>Vinashy Reveetni ".....What is a "gun"? Some kind of magic? And this..toe-kin object? What do they do?" He lifts a large knife off the wall, tests it's weight, and slips it into his robe. He looks at Dog curiously. "What are you? A Werewolf?"</s> <\|message\|>"Dog" "If you want to think about it like that, yeah. Werewolf isn't that far off I guess. And tokens are those big things she's using to try and buy stuff." He pointed down at the blob girl. "Guns are...I don't like 'em. They make way to much noise, hurts my ears. You ain't from around here, huh? What sort of time capsule they pull you out of? Dragon</s> <\|message\|>Vinashy Reveetni "Last I remember, I was asleep in my castle, deep in Reaper's Hollow." He looks around, and lifts a large hammer. "Three questions. Is there anything else in here that could be deemed useful, anyone got any blood to spare?" He looks at them, then grins. "And what, pray tell, is a time capsule?"</s> <\|message\|>Candelabra Candelabra doesn't have an immediate response. She's disoriented by a "rules of nature" that, through connotation, she would never apply to a shopping mall. And she can't insert herself from there as the figures she can hardly discern go on about their own misunderstanding. The girl reaches an epiphany: they don't know who one another are. And it may have been obvious that this is another world entirely, but Candelabra, someone who barely saw the full span of her own home when she could, was just beginning to recognize the full extent of their abduction. The worst part was she couldn't share any of this, maybe turn the discussion into one speculation and answer-seeking - she can't speak. It was times like this it became so inconvenient, and it forced her attention to drift to other things, like a hint of red in the limited vision her helmet allowed. "'Stars?'" cries the register. "Nngh, someone go kill that thing. I'm already sick of these zombies."</s>	<\|message\|>"Dog" Dog signed, but just a little happily. He was used to doing what metal boxes told him to do. They usually knew things he didn't, and it was comfortingly familiar to be given a mission from one even in these circumstances. "Okay. You and me can have a longer talk after whatever made that sound is dead and we've found a safer home base than this. I'd love to know what this Reapers Hollow is. It sounds pretty old school." With that Dog turned on his heel and marched out the door, instantly stepping into a puddle of tick black blood left behind by Mikkish's earlier escapades out here. Still resting the giant sword on his shoulder he made his way in the direction he thought that "STARS" sound had cone from.</s>
<\|description\|>Noelle Vinchetti Username: SarrowedSparK Age: 24 Gender: Female Main: Sona Appearance: Noelle stands at 5'3'' tall, she has long hair that reaches to her middle of her back. Her hair is originally blond, but she always disliked that color so she regularly paints it cyan because she finds it nice color., True Appearance: Since her regular appearance is already close to her true one, at first glance nothing much changes. Her hair grows somewhat longer and seems like the cyan color turns into a natural one for her hair. Her hair is made into two tails and etwahl appears in her arms. Powers: Visage voice- Being originally a singer, after the merge with sona's abilities, she seems to be able to let out sound waves even in her normal form. Effectively she can directly speak into the mind of people via ultra high frequency waves, but normal people cannot understand or even stand them. Causes headaches and nosebleeds to normal humans. Power Chord(passive)- Her songs form auras around her which affects allies and grant them magical boosts. Additionally after using 3 powers in succession, her next attack is empowered with magical energy. Hymn of Valor- Using this ability she sents two waves of compressed sounds to attack her enemies with. Stronger than her normal attacks and grants allies the aura boost to deal stronger magic damange. Aria of Perseverance- Using this ability, she heals herself and the nearest most wounded ally. Aura effects is that she and her ally receive a brief shield of energy. Crescendo- Her most powerful ability. She unleashes a music wave capable of touching everyone's minds and causing them to dance. Personality: Noelle is generally a bright and happy person, even after all the bad things that had happened to her and destroyed her life. She loves to hang around places with lots of people, even if she cannot really talk to them anymore. She wants to have friends, but to others she appears cold and unfriendly, mostly because no one has ever heard her talk. She wants to help those around her if she can. She has a huge fear of doctors and medical staff. Short Biography: Noelle used to be a singer. She loved singing all her life ever since she first heard a live singer at a pub during a celebration when she was 5. She naturally begged her family to get her to lessons and so they did. It quickly got obvious she had a talent for singing so her family supported her all the way. With the years she got better and by the time she turned 17, she was already singing around the local clubs with a band of 3 other musicians around her age. Her life was going great since, slowly her group gained popularity locally and there were even talks about contracts with a producer so they can go national. Sadly it was not fated to be. When she was 21, Noelle was abducted by a insane fan, who held her in his basement for almost 2 weeks before they found her. The man was crazy and didn't want anyone to hear her singing, just himself. When the police started getting close to him, he personally cut her vocal cords so she cannot sing for anyone anymore. Turns out he was a medical student at some point. After that she couldn't live there anymore. She had to get away from all the pitying gazes and stares. She just gathered her things and left, eventually settling in the city of Darkwell. She sold most of her belongings such as jewelry she had gathered and found a job part time as a janitor and one as a cook at a part time diner during the mornings to lunch. Both aren't the greatest paying, but between them she can at least pay her rent and bills. Also despite having two jobs, she still at least have time to enjoy some computer games. Other: "Only you can hear me, Summoner. What masterpiece shall we play today?" "Don't stare directly at me for too long." Username:Veniciala Name:Clarice Fortier Age: 28 Gender: Female Main: Leona Appearance: Clarice is 1.92 m. tall(around 6'4 ft.), with long to her waist straight black hair and dark blue eyes. She is quite beautiful woman with great figure and is often mistaken for a model. She has a number of scars hidden under her clothes, most of which from painful combat wounds. The most prominent ones are 3 gunshot scars on her stomach, a number of shrapnel scars on her back and a big scar on her left shoulder. True Appearance: In her true appearance, Clarice becomes covered by a lair of bright shining gold and steel armor similar to that of Leona from the game. Her sword and shield also appear in her hands. Powers: Sunlight(passive): Each of her abilities mark the opponent with sunlight, any damage by an ally activates and consumes the mark, causing additional damange Shield of Daybreak: Clarice's next attack gains bonus range, has bonus magical damage and stuns the opponent. Eclipse: Activating this a shield of light forms around Clarice, gain armor and resistances towards magic, after a small duration, the shield erupts dealing damage to surroundings enemies. If it has damaged someone, the shields reactivates for a small time. Zenith Blade: Clarice shoots out an image of her sword, made of light. It damages enemies it passes through and she dashes to the last target hit by the sword.. Solar Flare: Clarice calls down a solar giant beam of solar energy upon a target area. The beat damages all enemies it hits, slows the ones in the periphery and stuns the one in the center of the beam. Also her next normal attack gets empowered with additional range and bonus magic damage. Personality: Once upon a time when she was younger she used to be an extremely serious person, but after a few years in the military circles on many battlefields, she became like most of her combat buddies – easygoing about most things in life. She likes to smoke, to drink, to talk with friends, to meet new people and to have very good time as much as she can. What she dislikes is mostly arrogant people in business suits, bullies and sweets. The first two she usually dealt with her fists and the munches she simply avoids buying sweet stuff. She is a team player, though as already stated quite an easygoing one. As long as no one was hurt or the game is won, she wouldn't go pest other people. She likes to be in the thickest fighting as she did back in the military. Short Biography: Clarice was born in France. Her father was in the military long before she was born and her mother was a nurse in a hospital in Paris. At least that's what she was told. Her mother died during her birth so she grew up only with her father who moved around military bases and the like. When he was being sent on a mission he would always leave her with a hired woman who would take care of her. She liked the nanny, she was a middle aged woman who took good care of her and everything was going decently well, or at least till her father died in the line of duty. She was only 13 at the time. With no relatives she was adopted by her nanny and was well secured because all her father's assets were inherited by her. Still she could never find a place where she belonged in France. She was never really a very girly girl as she grew up. She was more of a tomboy and ironically she was always taller than all the boys around her. Some were even afraid of her for the beating she would give them. Eventually she just couldn't take it anymore of the normally around her and went ahead to sign herself with the military as soon as she was able to. She went on a few trips with the military before she left and went ahead to work as a mercenary, even made a name for herself. People started calling her "The Iron wall" For she would usually take escort and bodyguard jobs. During one of her many stays in a hospital for her injuries she stumbled upon Leage of Legends. Since she couldn't really move back then she started playing and she's been playing it since. When she was 25, her escort convoy got caught in an ambush. As explosives were flying everywhere along with bullets. She got shot in the shoulder. She was lucky to survive that, but survive she did. Now after recovering she decided it was time to settle down… She moved to Darkwell city and found herself a job as a police officer after passing all the security checks and such. Her experience as a soldier was a nice thing and she enjoyed wearing the uniform of law for a change.</s> <\|message\|>Aliron --- Aliron stared at Sully skeptically. "So let me get this straight. We all got kidnapped cause your 'organization' let a geek make a machine that gave people superpowers use it on himself and is now a power hungry scientist dude? What's more he's so super that your whole secret organization shtick can't bring him down? If so then what make us safe here? Finally." At this a more serious glint shone in Aliron's eyes and his voice changed from the escalating anger and disdain to cold focus. "Where is my god dam suitcase?" Odd purple distortions in the air occurred around him. At this point it wasn't even really about the suitcase. Aliron could care less about the suitcase's contents. It was what the suitcase represented that he wanted back. Aliron was, though he may not seem it, a fairly young individual with practically no experience outside of his own personal world. His city jump had been a decision that was rather reckless and poorly thought through. His time in this new city had been somewhat stressful as he'd been able to accomplish little, had no friends there and had done a surprisingly poor job of making them. He knew these people around him were judging him even now. His self-confidence had already been dwindling. The party was supposed to fix that, make some friends, have some food, maybe win something. Instead he'd been robbed and kidnapped, and locked into area 51 by the Illuminati. Yesterday hadn't been a great day. Today was a downright rotten day so far. In fact his whole week hadn't been much fun and to cap it all off the voices wouldn't shut up. Aliron was kind of at his breaking point. So he needed something tangible to ground himself again. To someone who didn't know these things his demand no doubt seemed trivial and petty. Aliron was well aware of this and in his mind, was all the more reason he should get his suitcase back. Was it really so much to ask?</s> <\|message\|>Alexis "Nova" DeLuna "So we've got our Professor Viktor going crazy on us then?" Alexis nodded along as she listened to the mans explanation, albeit crazy as it was. She clenched a fist, looking at her hand as she felt the potential energy once again, before relaxing again once more. It did seem quite out there, something way beyond what seemed physically possible, though unusual night after unusual night, and here we are. Now she's in the middle of nowhere, under the 'protection' (she believed it but was slightly skeptical) of Mr. Ravello. She shook her head though, looking around. The first guy to speak up had some serious questions, which she figured she wouldn't get anywhere by asking the same. So after he was done, Nova followed with her own."Two questions. Is it just us? And what did you end up doing to yourself?</s>	<\|message\|>Noelle Vinchetti Noelle kept quiet and followed after Whitney, holding onto the girl's clothes as an afraid child, always hiding behind her with face filled with fear and suspicion. She didn't really trust this Sully character. He abducted them! Like a common criminal, he drugged them so they couldn't resist and now htey were in this place god knows where. She feared what he would do if they refused to play by his rules. When he explained the situation, Noelle made an irriated explression, glaring at him without moving away from Whitney. The Aliron guy asked some pretty valid questions there... except the one about hte suitcase. What made them safer here? There was no way this place would truly be safe from whomever had the skills to create a machine that creatures superheroes basically. "If... he finds us out here... you gathered us all in one place..." Her voice suddenly chimmed in through the briefing room, causing everythign to vibrate for a slight moment as she kept her 'voice' weak. Noelle didn't really want to blow out hte lamps... just yet."... with us gathered... if he finds this place... you basically give us all away on a silver platter..." "Also Syndicate... is a name only villains use..." She growled at him, holding onto Whitney's sleeve.</s>
<\|description\|>Randy Jones Age: 29 Date Of Death: 1992 Height: 5'4" Weight: 135 lb. Method of Death: Getting stabbed in the neck with his own fountain pen. Bio: Randy was always a romantic. Ever since he was a child, he loved reading classic romances from authors like Jane Austen, Shakespeare, and the Brontes. The kind of books that he would've totally been bullied for reading if anyone had found out he liked them. He was writing his own poetry at the age of 16, and he wrote his first novel at the age of 20. Bringing it to a publisher, Randy found that they loved whatever he wrote, and so, began his nine-year career of writing. However, Randy's romanticism was also his downfall. He had a bad habit of romancing married women, which he wasn't to blame for. It wasn't his fault that they were discontented with their marriage. This habit lead to a very fast-paced series of events in the last year of his life in which he had to learn how to fight, in order to defend himself from his former lovers' ex-husbands. He did fairly well, but the last ex managed to break into his house and stab him to death with his own pen. Most of his lovers went to his funeral, and there was a fairly massive turnout, including family and friends. Now he waits in the penthouse for a job, and chats it up with his companions. Greatest Love: The concept of 'Romance', in all forms. Greatest Fear: Those that would do terrible things in the name of 'love'. This is a perversion of all Randy sees as good, and it terrifies him. Stunning Weapon: Colt M45 that he had bought to fight the exes. Sealing Weapon: His fountain pen.</s> <\|message\|>Charlie Jones Charlie took Jervis' message with a modicum of distaste. When it came to being treated like a kid, he was fine with being coddled, but hated having his actions restricted due to his age. If it had been anyone other than Jervis telling him this, he might have been snarkier. A rebellious part of him wanted to just smash a window and take a car out for a dangerous and chaotic joyride. However, Charlie had no knowledge of cars, let alone how to hotwire one. But if he was at least being given the right to choose their vehicle, then by golly, he would take it. So Charlie wandered the streets, passing by cheap cars, expensive cars, big cars, small cars, slow cars, fast cars; he maybe took a little longer than the other seven probably would have liked, but he was on a mission. There's gotta be one around here, somewhere, Charlie thought to himself, and then he saw it: Some car hobbyists prized possession, an antique form that Charlie was much more comfortable with. He walked up to the car, admiring it, and looked around to see if he could locate the owner anywhere. He couldn't. Smiling, Charlie walked over to the side mirror, making sure no one was around for the moment, and looked at himself. "Randy." Flashing back into the Deadly Room, Charlie picked up the files that he hadn't been able to read yet, but instead of perusing them, looked eagerly at the large screen, hoping that Randy wouldn't subvert his choice and go for another vehicle.</s> <\|message\|>Jonathan II Jones The driving, the chase, this brought back memories. You see, Jonathan wasn't the perfect husband and there was a lot of "marital conflict" in the family, though it leaned more towards one sided abuse. So there was no surprise when his wife wanted to leave him. He always remembered her first attempt, the first and the last as he made sure to engrave a lesson on what happens when a property runs from its owner. The whole thing was gruesome. It began when his wife left the bed one night, not to return, and upon waking up by the powerful engine of his car he noticed her absence. Before he even had a chance to get up the car roared as it dashed forward, through the estate gate and into the road. "That bitch dared to leave him?"- were his rage fueled thoughts. "Properties should know their fucking place"- he continued in a murmur. Without wearing anything else beside his bed robe, he hopped into his other car and gave chase immediately. The girl was full of adrenaline, anxious, scared but at last she almost felt released by that man's horrid grasp. To feel truly free she would have to get out of his property, which was considerably large mind you. Now to understand what happens next you have to understand the road she was following. The manor was at the top of a hill which ended in a cliff at one side and a forest in the other. This road snaked from one side of the hill to the other, slithering through the forest until it reached the bottom. Now here's what Jonathan did… Looking back one more time the girl felt a little relief that she wasn't followed. That relief was short lived. The faint sound of an engine could be heard coming from the forest that lead to the mansion. The sound only continued to grow as lights could now be seen piercing through the forest flora. The bushes rustled for a moment then.. "It can't be.. He's not tha-" VROOM The car leaped from the high ground crashing straight to the other one. Both people were sent flying but luckily for Jonathan he was thrown out during the jump, the momentum carrying him over to the other side of the road and into the greenery which softened his fall. Not so luckily for his wife property which lay bleeding on the ground with a piece of metal protruding through the side of her abdomen. "Sir, are you alright?"- one of the guards while towering above Jonathan's semi unconscious form. "ha..hehe..AHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA cough cough more pained laughter"- Jonathan had broken into a frenzied laughter only stopped by the sharp pain at his side. Probably a few broken ribs, otherwise just minor injuries. The main thing was that the lesson was learned, learned and forever engraved in her mind and body. And learn she did, as she learned to kill him instead of running….Good memories. Getting back to the present he continued: "You got taste kid, now let's see if our Randy has any skill in driving."- he remarked after finally raising up his head from the files. He got a particular.. rush when reading Marina's file, Dolly coming second. He would definitely love tormenting those girls, how he would take his sweet time with them. Walking for the couch, he leaped from the back to land in a sitting position. Making himself comfortable with his bottle of whisky as a pacifier he observed Randy while in anticipation of the moment when he would break those girls.</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbey" Jones Abigail had to cease her bar stool spinning antics as people continued to pop in and out of existence around her. She hadn't been with the Deadly Eight long, so the antics of everyone switching in and out of one body definitely got her head spinning. The whole experience was almost a bit surreal to her, or perhaps that was just the vibe Jervis was going for with the jazzy, lounge-esque Deadly Room. Abigail set the targets' files down at this point. She never was too adept at the art of preplanning. The way she rolled, the only thing she prepared was plans to blow things up. Her logic worked much better under the threat of gunfire. Or at least, that's what Abigail thought. Maybe she was just lazy. For a moment, Abigail intently watched Jervis as he spoke through the phone to Charlie. That phone definitely brought back halcyon memories of Abigail's first few months in the Deadly Room. Oh how fun it had been to toy with the assassins during their missions, and oh how sad she was when Jervis then disallowed her from further using the phone. That was definitely one detail that most of her comrades would have picked up about Abigail: She almost never took anything seriously around here. Life er-... Unlife was all a game to Abigail. "Well that's an interesting choice..." Speaking to no one in particular, Abigail's eyes traced the vintage vehicle that Charlie chose. She had some experience with cars, but none at all with this sort. It was also probably worth mentioning that most of Abigail's experience with vehicles revolved around either destroying them, using them to destroy other things, or getaway driving. Abigail definitely had a... unique skill set. "It looks like it couldn't even breach fifty miles an hour. Let's hope nothing goes wrong during the mission... Our escape might crumble to dust when we need it." The girl gave a short chuckle continuing to watch, though as Charlie switched places with Randy, Abigail's demeanor seemed to change near instantaneously. A smile crossed her face, her eyes came alight with a certain glow of excitement, and her posture perked up to make her look more presentable. "Ah Charlie! Welcome back! Perfect execution of an escape as usual, and not to mention the lovely choice of vehicle. My compliments to your contribution as always!" Her voice was soft, almost baby-ish. Abigail was always so allured by the young assassin's delicate and charming appearance. Of course, Abigail completely disregarded any sort of flaws she saw in Charlie. He was too perfect for those. She continued her shower of praise for a moment longer whether Charlie was listening or not. This had no doubt become a common occurrence, happening nearly every conversation Abigail had with Charlie ever since she was brought to the Deadly Room.</s> <\|message\|>Charlie Jones Since he met Abigail, Charlie had treated her in a hot-and-cold manner; sometimes putting up with her doting, other times rejecting it. Neither reaction seemed to change her behavior, so he decided that this time, he would just play along. "I did good, didn't I, Abby?" Charlie said, flashing her a self-satisfied smile and making himself approachable. Of course, he knew very well that he was bullshitting; all he had done was wander out onto the streets and look at a car, but he wanted to play himself up, knowing that by encouraging Abigail, and by being an insufferable little prick and exaggerating his own contributions, the two of them would probably annoy the Hell out of the others, and that was Charlie's favorite pastime. Flipping through the dossiers, he zeroed in on their current target that the others had chosen in his brief absence. The first thing he noticed was the age, and a look of disgust passed very quickly over his face. While he hated adults, he could stand teenagers and young adults even less. he saw them as hypocrites, wannabe adults who abandoned their honesty as children to become the liars that grownups were. Going through the rest, he noticed all of the them were more-or-less in their teens, with on being 21, but then the last one was his age; and there was no information on her. He smirked, and figured this case might be interesting after all.</s> <\|message\|>Alejandra Jones Alejandra Jones "Very well," she replied to the decision. "Now to the Sparks… " There was a slight relief that came over her as the target was chosen, then after left confused on to why she felt that. Am I… anxious? Missions were truly a thrill to execute and targets weren't too much to handle. But, had the hunt finally got to her? What was so different from this case from the other cases? She massaged her temple and sighed, thinking too much doesn't help anyway. Lifting her head, Alejandra couldn't help but listen to the grumbling of her partner latina, Raissa. Training the ear did have its benefits as a skill, though she would hate being accused of being nosy or intrusive. She chuckled at the odd rambling, seeing how quite well their personalities contrasted but didn't seem to clash when in conversation. At least she served as a good distraction. Alejandra looked back to the large monitor in curiosity on to which vehicle they would drive. The choice was admirable, its appearance seeming to be polished to a shine with great care. "Es una pena," she sighed. She hoped the owner would be able to find it… in one piece. Sure, she could trust Randy with the wheel better than the others, but what more of this ghost's driving? She was set on getting the job done quickly. Though the many worries of the task at hand, she was still intrigued the old vehicle. Never once had she seen such an antique in her lifetime, she being the newest of the eight. The most she had seen of a vehicle were her homeland's artillery trucks that would constantly raid and kill the indigenous and peasants on a common basis. On foot, Alejandra had crossed the Mexican border with her family, never then owning a car until she and her siblings earned enough money to afford one. Due to her then inexperience, she'd hire others to drive for her in fear she'd hurt herself. "One of these days..." she murmured in dissatisfaction.</s>	<\|message\|>Randy Jones When Randy appeared in the street-side parking lot, in front of the vintage car, he took one glance and sighed in appreciation. "1939 Pierce-Arrow. Good choice. Was commissioned to men of wealth and taste. Quite roomy as well, for cars of its' time. I almost wish you hadn't picked it, Charlie. I'm not a burglar, ya know, so I'mma have to go the direct route to open the car." Still a bit down about what he had to do, Randy looked around for a suitable tool, and finding a chunk of concrete the size of his fist, hefted it. "I'm sorry, you beautiful, beautiful vehicle. I didn't want to do this." Smashing the chunk of concrete into the window, Randy looked away, covering his face with his other hand as glass shards flew towards him. Dropping the chunk of concrete, Randy reached through the now-broken pane of glass, and unlocked the door from the inside. Opening the door, Randy cringed as the glass crunched underfoot. Sitting in the front seat, Randy removed the panel under the steering column, and working quickly, before anyone nearby could investigate the sound of shattering glass, Randy hotwired the classic car, driving off in a peal of rubber, surprised at the get-up-and-go the classic car had. Owner must've replaced the engine. Wind blowing through his hair, Randy drove off towards his objective.</s>
<\|description\|>Alain Reemont "Oh, u...um...are you t...talking to me?" Pokemon: Yveltal Gender: Male Age: 18 Hometown: Nowhere. He cant even remember where he was born. Level: 38 Ability: Dark Aura Moves: Oblivion Wing Hurricane Steel Wing Double Team Air Slash Legendary powers: Alain is capable of draining the life force of anything he touches, and is able to drain from a distance of fifteen meters, although this is much slower. Said draining can result in nourishment for him, which is useful for his time on the street. Despite his scrawny build, he is incredibly fast, preferring to dodge attacks rather than tank them. Should he drain something dry, he can gain access to some of their memories, although he has only ever drained a human once. Held item: Life Orb Personality: Alain is arguably one of the kindest and most cheerful people you could ever meet. Despite his awful life, he just cant bear the thought of hurting people unnecessarily and always feels a little guilty using his power, even when it is on plants. However, he is not soft in any way, and if he will viciously attack if someone is being threatened by someone unpleasant. Thanks to his life on the street, he has had very little interation with other people, and as a result has no social skills. Especially when he is talking to women. When talking to people, he has a habit of stuttering. Although he is a good artist, he is incapable of making a career out of it due to aforementioned lack of social skills. He generally just gives his paintings away for free. Although he is usually quiet, he does have a habit of calling his attacks. Backstory: Born as the to the heir of an important family and one of their maids, his mother was fired the moment she became pregnant, causing her to lose her home. Therefore, he was raised in various abandoned buildings and alleyways. When he was eleven, she died of a unspecified illness, leaving him alone and frightened. He spent the next four years surviving on his own, coming close to starving many times and attempting to avoid trouble whenever he could. When he was fifteen, he met a scyther who had been abandoned by its trainer, and like Alain, he was slowly starving. The scyther became his only friend, with him naming it "Exo" A few days later, him and Exo came across a old man close to death from the cold and wet. Out of simple kindness, Alain decided to stay with him in his last hours, as simply moving him would be fatal. During this time, Arceus looked for humans to partner with legendary pokemon, and noticed the young boy who had lost almost everything that had ever mattered to him. Alain fell unconcious. When he woke up, he felt the power of destruction flowing through his now changed body. He was shocked, horrified even. But he turned, and saw the old man close to death. With his newfound powers, he eased his passing, draining the last of his life force. Feeling invogerated, he was determined to use his new powers to help people in any way he could. SInce then, he has attempted to change his life. He often likes to paint, although he has had little luck in selling his paintings. Nickname: Exo Species: Scyther Gender: Male Level: 33 Ability: Technician Moves: Swords Dance Fury Cutter Slash Agility Held item: Choice Band</s> <\|message\|>Rebeca Firmen To say that Rebeca was "slightly perturbed" at having a Pokemon land in her food, splattering the deliciously spicy sauce around the table, would be an understatement. To her credit, however, she remained surprisingly calm. Instead, she reached up and wiped off the droplets that had landed on her face with a finger, taking the time to suck the digit clean. As the other Avatars conversed, Rebeca continued to finish her meal in silence, eating slowly and methodically. Mihkail watched her warily, for it was not like his sister to take such an interruption so well. He suspected the only thing keeping her there at all was the food. So, he kept waiting for the other stone to drop. When Rebeca was finished, she calmly stood up and headed towards the bathroom, pausing twice; once to make a short, melodic whistling sound that sent Maya scurrying from Kaze's lap and onto Mikhail's back, and again when she saw the staff of the restaurant peering fearfully from the kitchen door. She made a series of hand signals, pointing first to herself, then the now shattered wreck of a door, miming eating, and ending with a closing motion. The meaning was quite clear: I'm leaving. Box up the rest of my food. Inside the bathroom, she washed her hands in silence, took a brief moment to check and see if any of the sauce had landed in her hair, then returned to the main ballroom. She very calmly walked up behind Lucas, laid her hand on his shoulder, spun him around, and drove her fist into his stomach with a not inconsiderable amount of force. The whooshing sound of his lungs being emptied of air was rather satisfying to her, and it was a very good thing that he hadn't had much to eat recently, otherwise his lungs wouldn't be the only thing that was being emptied. Holding him up, she gripped his hair with one hand so that it was certain that he was looking at her, and with a very calm and reasonable voice, said, "Your sense of peace sucks, and you owe me dinner. It WILL be spicy, and you WILL share it with me." Releasing him, she turned and headed towards the kitchen, where the red-headed waitress from before was standing, trembling and holding a plastic-wrapped box in her hands. Taking the box from her, Rebeca gave a slight bow. "Thank you. The food was excellent." With that, she departed from the restaurant, Mihkail and Maya following her. Outside, Mihkail gave a short snort. The sucker punch was a little unnecessary. But oh so deserved. True.</s> <\|message\|>Alain Reemont Alain nearly fell off his chair when the hoopa avatar appeared, much to the amusement of Exo, who had buzzed through the door with a mixture of confusion and irritation on his face. The crystals had at least done their job for a while, he supposed he couldnt complain about that. The scyther sat near him, watching the argument unfold with a glint in his eye. Alain was desperately wondering if he should step in, but what could he do? He was just useless... Exo looked at him. "Use the drain. Make them too tired to want to argue. Alain was about to retort back, but then realized that Exo was right. Two avatars fighting wouldn't do much good for the establishment, and after the restaurant had been so kind to give him his food...which he realized that he had eaten in less than two minutes. Eating with his mouth had come back to him so easily. He moved his hand to the side like a wave. It was such a simple gesture, no one would notice, but he felt his power reach out to the Hoopa and the Groudon avatars. He deliberately made it weak, to prevent any lasting damage or even current harm. In a minute or three, the two avatars would start to get a little drowsy... He would just have to wait, he thought, putting his plate on the floor for exo to finish up.</s> <\|message\|>Wells Windforce Moments after Wells' failed attempt to get attention, another avatar broke down the door and smacked Porygon into the "extremely hot" girl's dinner. The mighty sauce spilled off her plate, and onto the mayor's tongue. His limitless force of will meant that he remained calm, even as his face turned redder by the second. A new avatar, judging by the way that he sat next to the other ones, moved the Porygon next to Justine. The "extremely hot" girl started moving out of the restaurant, throwing a mighty punch into the vandalist avatar's stomach. The new avatar wore blue and white clothes. And the "extremely hot" woman somehow seemed to be his rival... just like Groudon and Kyogre! Meaning that all three of them had already met... The Kyogre that smashed the doors into the establishment seemed like he wanted a fight. That had to be the reason behind his dramatic entrance; he wanted to quickly inform Groudon that she would get smashed. Wells decided to indulge him - and give him a bit of a surprise gift. So, Wells feigned relaxation, as he prepared to shake his hand. "Now, now... it seems like yet another rude entrance today! People have no manners... so, it behooves me to be the better man. Mistakes cannot be undone, but they can be forgiven. And I'm certain that this fellow won't make the same error again." Welsl outstretched his hand, looking at it to hide the sparks in his eyes. Fluke stopped creating sparks in his hands, as he concentrated on preparing to unleash his inner energy. Wells hoped that "Kyogre" wanted to greet the final member of his legendary trio.</s> <\|message\|>Tantalus Swain The next few moments passed without any major events, except Rebeca making moves to leave. Getting cleaned up, she walked straight over to the newest arrival on her way out of the now-missing doors. Tantalus's breath caught in his throat as Rebeca delivered a well-deserved punch to the man, and then proceeded to walk on by as if nothing had happened. It was impressive. It was at that moment he decided his next course of action. He too began to gather his things to leave, packing away his glasses neatly into the knapsack on his waist. After thanking the Mayor and Justine for the night they had delivered - most of it, at least - Tantalus approached Seras. "Tonight has been rather eventful, if for all the wrong reasons, my dear. I must say, your antics with the scepter were inspired, truly. It is time for me to head off, however, should you wish to meet at a later date to continue our discussion, feel free to call on me. It shouldn't be difficult to find me in this city, but in case Wells holds you up, I'll leave you my number." With an elaborated formal bow, he bade farewell, gesturing for his Mawile to follow suit. Tantalus approached Kaze next, and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I wished to speak with you a moment before leaving our suare. Our powers may be different, but the burden we carry is the same." Mouth twisting into a solemn smile, he lowered his voice substantially. "We heal others, be it wounds or toxins. Having the lives of people rest on your shoulders can be harrowing, I know, so should you ever need advice, a friend to talk to or a shoulder to cry on, don't hesitate to let me know.Here is my number." Producing a small piece of paper from his pocket, he placed it on the table in front of Kaze. "Our ilk have an empathy no others can understand." Tantalus removed his hand. "For there is no greater pain to bear than failing to save someone. Farewell, Kaze." Offering the same bow as he did to Seras, Tantalus began walking towards the opening in the wall. As he approached, the Avatar from outside the restaurant earlier was speaking to Lugia. A snippet of that conversation slipped past his ears. "Now, now... it seems like yet another rude entrance today! People have no manners... so, it behooves me to be the better man. Mistakes cannot be undone, but they can be forgiven. And I'm certain that this fellow won't make the same error again." It took several seconds for his brain to process the hypocrisy, and when it did, naturally, Tantalus burst into laughter. "Well, now. One would hope your new friend has more sense than you do, if he is to actually learn from his mistakes." A dark smile crept across his lips. "I have counted a total of four entrances which have been made in bad taste, over the course of the night, but the only one to have managed to pull of two such incidents was you. Of course, the lack of introductions on your part was an introduction in itself. I know everything I need to know about you, and can conclude that you are simply not worth knowing." He had continued to walk forward, speaking to the man all-the-while, stopping only when he had finished, and making sure no-one still inside would hear him. Standing several feet away from the man, he looked over his shoulder. "I will not be called a hypocrite, however, so I will rise above the plebeians and be the… better man, was it? My name is Tantalus, and I represent Xerneas, the embodiment of life." Focusing on the road ahead, he began to walk once more. "Do try to remember it, you'll be quizzed on it later." Leaving the conversation there, Tantalus vanished down one of the many streets leading into the city proper. It might have been late, but there was still a surprising amount of people around. Now then, my dear Apate. Let us go and catch a Groudon. The two of them rushed forward, hoping that their quarry would be easy to find.</s>	<\|message\|>Alain Reemont Alain kept his life drain on as the argument continued, slowly coming to realize that it wasn't working on the groudon avatar. He wondered if the food she was eating was cancelling out the drain. Raising his hand slightly, he considered upping the drain speed, before realizing that it might hurt. He didn't want that to happen... Suddenly, the Groudon avatar got up and left, solving Alain's dilemma for him. Breathing a sigh of relief, he tried to make himself comfortable again, making sure to deactivate the drain field first. As he sat there, he realized he was beginning to feel a little...odd. He bent over double for a moment, his hand on his stomach. What was this feeling? Why on earth would he feel it now, when he was in a good mood... Exo watched him for a moment. You know, we should have thought this through. When was the last time you ate...anything?, let alone stuff this rich. Alain turned to him. Now his insides were really starting to feel...bad. "What do you mean by that? Are you saying that..." "Yep. You might want to find a bathroom." Excusing himself with a few stutters and apologies, Alain hurried away from the table, trying not to show the pain he was in. He rushed through a door, then another one. Then another one. "Where is the bathroom!?!?" As he ran around, he noticed a bowl of fruit on a shelf. Grabbing an apple, he drained it in less than a second. It made him feel a little better, but it would only hold the pain back for the next ten minutes or so. Unless he found some other food to drain. He ran to another door and...found himself outside. Another wrong turn. He would have smacked his head against a wall out of sheer frustration if he hadn't noticed a figure a short distance away, and realized, to his more than mild horror, that it was the Groudon avatar. He hadn't quite realized why she left, and despite his earlier predicament, he couldn't help asking her. "Is...are...you alright? I don't know if they are serving anything after the dinner...you might want to go back, er....for it. You know, if there is anything...which there might be for all i know..."</s>
<\|description\|>Asad Dumas Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Future Specialization: Blade Master (Weapon caller specializing in sword type summons.) Summon(s) appearance: Lowest-grade Ice Elemental "Eira" Backstory: Born into a war-torn country, Asad knew conflict at a young age. When he was just barely starting to walk, his parents became casualties to that war and he conscripted to fight in it as a child soldier. While other children learned how to read and write, Asad learned how to strip rifles and the best ways to immobilize and opponent with a knife. Summons were not uncommon to see in his profession, with rouge summoners practically flooding the mercenary market. The militia he was apart of had the misfortune of coming toe-to-toe with one such merc summoner, a woman who was only known as "Medusa", and they were wiped out almost instantly. While his superiors ran and struggled against the mercenary woman, Asad so conditioned and depressed, took her head on with no hope of surviving the encounter. To his surprise to woman spared him, instead claiming to see the summoning potential in him. Medusa took Asad under her wing and raised him teaching him how to better defend himself, how to become a good summoner, as well as all the things he missed during his time as a child soldier. When he became old enough, without so much as a word, Medusa dropped him at a place to have his aptitude tested and left. Bio: Despite his past and upbringing, Asad is a very cheery, optimistic kind of guy. In many aspects of life he comes off as aloof or flippant.He can even a tad overbearing and protective constantly worrying about other people and telling them "not to push themselves." causing him to come off like an annoying older brother to other people especially kids younger then him. However when given an objective to complete he becomes completely and utterly devoted to carrying it out, especially if combat-oriented. This causes him to only focus on his target and disregard risk in the process. He's also pretty hard to anger usually taking any criticism lodged at himself with a laugh, however he becomes violently angry if someone disrespects or hurts someone close to him. Other: Summoner's Rule -Fond of children -Tends to call people "Kid" a lot. Even if they're older -Doesn't like to talk about his past and is cryptic when asked about it -His body is covered in various scars as well as a snake tattoo along his left arm that ends at the top of his shoulder. He gets happy when people ask about it.</s> <\|message\|>Avary Muse When the teacher said they could stop, Avary practically fell over in relief, and exhaustion, mostly exhaustion. When he told them to go into a meditation position Avary gladly complied and visualized his little ice wolf, and the adorable sounds of the little pups barking sounded from behind him. "Hey buddy," Avary said mentally to his familiar, "Wish you were here to cool me off."</s> <\|message\|>Lazzerus "Laz" Zale Lazzerus was going strong going at a slower pace then Charles to keep up. Sure Lazzerus was in shape but not for 10 miles of running. When Koga called all the students back he was relieved, after being introduced to the rock golem Reginald they were going to begin summoning the channeled forms of their summons. Lazzerus sat and meditated coming in contact with his summons, "Hello Lazzerus, how are you feeling" Rajin said telepathically. "....I'm fine...just a little tired" Lazzerus replied. ""how...how are you feeling" Lazzerus asked. "I am well thank you for asking" it feel into awkward silence, Lazzerus didn't know what to say he just sat there meditating. "you don't speak much huh" Rajin said. "..yeah".!"I know your past Lazzerus, don't worry I know you not comfortable with making friends but I am gonna be around for your entire life so don't be afraid to communicate with me". Lazzerus paused, he knew that Rajin was right, they are combined as one until death do them part. ""alright Rajin, ill..open up a bit to you. Lazzerus replied.</s> <\|message\|>Avarius Elthandeir When no one replied to his questions he was quite disappointed. Avarius would have had no trouble with the ten miles, should he have stayed on course. Back at his homestead on the farmland the nearest thing resembling a shop was just over six miles away and he could, and often would make it there in under two hours, especially when he was excited. His families naturalist lifestyle and ideals meant he was never close to anything and quickly got used to long walks and runs. Another thing he got used to was daily meditation. Avarius was so adept at clearing his mind he did it frequent and often. Even as he stood still before the charging golem he found a still calmness in meditation that avoided his body from being overcome by instinct and fear. 'Are there evil summons or just evil summoner's?' was the thought running through Avarius's mind. 'This is not how you find out!' replied the concerned voice of Iju. Avey was startled by the voice but at the same time slightly relieved as the golem came upon him and hesitated. He saw the confusion on its face. 'see Iju, I'm ok. I will not allow myself to be coerced into' SMACK! his conversation fell short as the golem got its confirmation and Avarius was suddenly struck by heavy solid stone. Pain radiated through his body, layers of shock diluted and numbed most of it. His ears rung as the world was spinning and fading away, he felt like he was flying. Next he would awaken in the med bay once again. Unaware of how much time had passed. Mass bruising covering most of his right side. A broken collar bone and a perforated ear drum.</s> <\|message\|>Charles McCloud Light @Blueflame As Avarius has been to before the medical room would see to have a couple of students in it including Dante, Avarius would notice what looked like a young girl in a nurse outfit holding Dante's hand as his bruises was vanishing from sight, his broken bone slipping back into proper position and mending rapidly. Avarius would then notice a similar girl at each one of the beds with other students from other classes, though each one was slightly different in appearance.. there was even one next to him holding his hand as his injuries was vanishing as if they never happened. A man would be sitting on a stool near front of the room reading a magazine wearing a doctor's labcoat he would seem to be just relaxing and seeming to just trying to find a way to pass the time.</s> <\|message\|>Drake Sigurd. I would slowly rise to my feet, groaning and holding my head. I was disoriented and had no idea how long I was out, but it seems I at least was out long enough to stop panting from exhaustion. I looked to the rest of the class and the golem that had stopped, seeing as it was close to crushing me had it didn't. I would slowly move back a bit frightened.</s> <\|message\|>Avarius Elthandeir Avarius was in slight awe at the magic he just witnessed, of course stories had been told of it but he always imagined them to be over exaggerations. But there it was, undeniably, in all it's glory, right in front of him. It took his mind away from the terrible pain radiating through his body. Amazed at the speed and proficiency of the magic, and at the ease in which the nurses performed it, Avey failed to notice a nurse approach him from the side and slip the smooth gentle warm skin of her hand delicately around his. Startled by her touch he jumped slightly in his bed, this was followed by a yelp of pain as his body disagreed with the motion. With gritted teeth and blushing red cheeks he looked at the cute young girl beside him as she started to do her thing. There was a soft tingling in his hand that slowly spread up his arm and throughout his body. He felt slightly dizzy and elated at the same time as a numbness washed away his pain just before his bruises vanished from his skin and his bones mended back in place. It should have been painful, it wasn't, but it still sounded and looked horrifying. A sweet taste filled his mouth and he could feel the experience coming to an end. As the girl released his hand a huge breath escaped his lungs along with all the sensations her touch had brought. He was left with but a dull ache in place of the once excruciating pain. He decided to quell the doctors boredom and his own curiosity with one strike. "How do they do that? How can I learn to do that?" He asks with a fierce eager determination.</s> <\|message\|>Charles McCloud Light The man would lower his magazine and look towards Avarius with a raised brow "you could never do what they can do" he states "Because their not humans like us" he says as the one who was healing avarius walks away from him and back to the man's side, a halo would appear above the girls head as well as white beautiful wings sprout from her back. "These are angels, they have many holy related abilities including healing, they are also my summons" he states "it was why I was appointed the doctor of this entire academy" he says "I take it you noticed how fast you was being healed, this is why the school has it's open policy, we can fix pretty much anything the teachers break, so they are given full rein to put sense into the students by any means they desire" he states "Koga may go to the extreme sometimes, but even when he has to punish his still helping you" he states "think about it.. Muscles tear themselves apart when used, and reform when resting to become even stronger than before... some people purposely break their own knuckles against brick walls, allow it to heal and their bones become stronger for it" he states "Even if you are an idiot and don't follow his lesson, which is less painful and probably the better choice, you are still being prepared for the future"</s> <\|message\|>Avarius Elthandeir A shocked look steals his face as he focuses on the angel that just healed him. "You, you're an angel!" He exclaims excitedly, rubbing his eyes. He then proceeds to politely ask "Whats your name?" Avarius ponders for a moment then twists his gaze back to the man. "Can anyone summon angels? Could you teach me to summon angels!? Pleeeeeeaaase!"</s> <\|message\|>Charles McCloud Light The doctor would raise an eyebrow "don't you know it's incredibly impolite to ask a summon it's name if it's not making a contract with you?" he asks "and I can't simply teach you how to summon angels for multiple reasons" he states "One being it's not yet time for you to learn anything besides the one elemental summon you have probably already obtained by now, and two what you summon afterwards when your allowed is determined on what you plan to specialize in" he states "what is your plan?" he asks</s> <\|message\|>Charles McCloud North @Framing A Moose @Overlord24 @pkken @Drakeonis @dragonmancer @tathgon Koga would watch them for a bit waiting to see them connect "After you have contacted them, remember the feeling at the end of the ritual where your powers connected, remember that feeling and focus on your summon's power, then pull it into yourself. If your summon has any right mind it will assist you in doing this" he states "once you do this point your palm into the air and concentrate the power and expel it out of your hand straight up into the air" he states "it will do the rest" he says. "this is only the basic of channeling your summon"</s> <\|message\|>Avary Muse Avary listened, and concentrated on the ice wolf's power and lifted his palm into the air, and felt power come into him.</s> <\|message\|>Avarius Elthandeir "Angie" he says to the angel with a big smile, ignoring the doc's comment about names. Avarius addresses the angel that healed him. "I will call you Angie then, thank you very much for your aid, it is a wonderful gift you have and I feel great now." He proceeds to roll his shoulder both testing and demonstrating its condition. Before turning back to the doc he gives a grateful nod to the summon. Avarius had only been here for a few hours and already he grew tiresome of the rules and boundaries. He had never much liked the school-like structure. There was little room for freedom, creativity or growth. Once again for the many-ith time today someone tried to confine his interests and label and categorise what he would become. -'Pick and choose, what will you summon, What will you specialise in, what is your plan,'- ... Defiantly, full of heart he replies. "My plan is to become the greatest summoner ever! I will specialise in forming bonds of freedom and mutual benefits. I'll show the world that summons are not just tools."</s> <\|message\|>Charles McCloud Light The doctor would get annoyed at first being ignored then when he heard his plan he shook his head "you can go home now" he says to the angel and she vanishes then he looks at Avarius "your an idiot.. do you see summoners treating their summons like tools?" he asks "most summoners treat them like family.. if the summon doesn't want to do something they can simply not do it" he states "we don't control their actions" he shakes his head "if that's your plan for the future you better just leave the school right now and head home" he states "we specialize in order to improve ourselves, you can't draw on your full power if you don't choose a type of category to focus on" he states "you wont even be a 10th grade summoner if you don't specialize in something" he shakes his head "like I specialize in heaven and hell" he states "I'm a 3rd grade summoner, the head master is a 1st grade summoner who could level this entire place in a blink of an eye of he wanted to" he says. "your future strength all depends on your choices at this school, what you choose to specialize in, how much do you specialize into it" he states shaking his head "not to mention your future standing to the government.. incase you didn't know, if you prove to be useless entirely, and can't even do simple tasks for the world, your summoning powers will be sealed and taken away from you" he states "you'll never be able to summon again" he shakes his head "unless you plan to become and illegal summoner, and fight the government and have probably most of your old class mates coming for your behind"</s>	<\|message\|>Asad Dumas Asad had no trouble during the marathon against the golem. Such exercises were practically the norm for him during his training under Medusa. Unfortunately meditation was out of his skill set, he could fill Eira faintly but couldn't seem to connect to her no matter how hard he concentrated on her. He scowled a bit when Koga said they should be ready to expel their summons power. That meant he was falling behind. "Snowflake, I could really use your help right now..." He muttered under his breath hoping Eira would somehow hear him. "I'm hopeless at this kind of thing so I need you to pick up my slack, Kiddo."</s>
<\|description\|>Geo Stelar Age: 11 Gender: Male As Geo Stelar: As Mega Man: Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon Universe of Origin: Mega Man Star Force Personality: Geo is a polite, positive, and friendly boy that likes to form bonds wherever he goes. He's optimistic and believes there's always a light at the end of the tunnel, even if he has to forge the way to it himself. His spirit has been crushed a few times before due to losing people important to him, but his resolve is all the more stronger nowadays because of it. He'll fight for what's right and throw himself in harm's way if it means keeping other's safe. He'll even offer his help out to strangers who are having troubles. He doesn't do it for attention, however, since being very popular actually flusters him, he does it because honestly just wants to help. For all his sense of justice, he's not adverse to friendly sparring, and finds some enjoyment in being competitive in that regard. Abilities/Weapons: * Hunter-VG: Basically Geo's super future phone. He attaches it to his arm to perform… * EM Wave Change: Allows him to fuse with Omega-Xis, provided he spouts the line, "Transcode, Mega Man." * Visualizer: His funny pair of glasses. Lets him see EM waves and beings in exchange for being able to see anyone made of flesh and blood (he can still see their shadows, though). As Mega Man, it lets him lock onto targets and focus better on them. * Mega Attack: As Mega Man, Geo can rush into locked on targets to hit them with a melee attack. * Mega Arm: That device on his left arm. It can change into and produce a variety of weapons provided Geo has a Battle Card for it. * Mega Buster: The Mega Man standard energy buster. It's a rapid fire buster, but if left unused for a short amount of time, it automatically charges one strong shot. * Wave-Toss Device: Mega Man's shoulder pads. It's really a sensor that lets him send and receive EM wave-based information across short distances. * Shield: As Mega Man, Geo can produce a strong shield that can defend against most attacks. * Resist Hypnosis: As Mega Man, he's immune to being hypnotized. Geo Stelar, the squishy 11 year old kid is still completely vulnerable to hypnosis, though. Backstory: Geo grew up a happy kid with two parents. He looked up to his father the most and aspired to be an astronaut like him. When he was 8, however, his father and his team went missing in an expedition to make first contact and peace with aliens. It depressed him greatly and he withdrew entirely for three years until Omega-Xis crashed out of space while he was star-gazing. Meeting Omega-Xis helped to bring him out of his shell, and their formation as Mega Man also forced Geo into action as a protector of Earth from any threats in their everyday life. Geo undergoes many developments over his time with Omega-Xis, such as recovering from his depressed state and coming to enjoy life again with the friends he's made. Additionally, all the antics he goes through with protecting the Earth make Mega Man something of a pop icon, ultimately culminating in his joining of the global defense force as an official defender of peace. In recent times, he's stopped a large meteor from crashing into Earth, saving it again for the third time at the expense of his secret identity. Faction: UMMA Name: Omega-Xis or "Mega" Age: Unknown, probably an adult in alien years Gender: Male Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon Universe of Origin: Mega Man Star Force Personality: Brash, loud, and headstrong describe Omega-Xis to a T. If Geo wasn't there to keep him in line, he'd probably be picking fights and getting in everyone's face, in addition to making hasty or rash plans. On the topic of fighting, he's no stickler to hitting below the figurative alien belt and playing dirty. He also doesn't exactly see eye-to-eye with Geo's willingness to help with random strangers, but he goes along with it anyway. On the flipside, larger threats are things that Mega is more than willing to lend his aid to. He's not without a lighter side, however, as likes to mess around with others and play pranks on them and enjoys using detective terms to refer to things. Abilities/Weapons: * Wizard: Not in the sense of a ~magic~ wizard, but in the sense that he's a digital helper with a physical form. He can make himself physical and visible to others through Geo's Hunter-VG, or stay put in it to act as a voice in a screen. * EM Wave Change: Provided he and Geo are in sync with each other, they can transform into the EM wave hero, Mega Man. * Wave Conversion: Unique to his species, Omega-Xis can convert a human being into EM-waves. He hasn't tried it on nonhumans, and it's unknown if they can return to normal. * Resist Hypnosis: As an EM Being, Omega-Xis is immune to hypnosis. * Beast Swing/Slap: Basically just a really hard swing of his claws. But it's a tough swing that will leave a mark! * Huge Stomach: On multiple occasions, Omega-Xis can be used to swallow up some of the battlefield to close the distance on the enemy. In one specific instance, he swallowed an ancient artifact of immense power whole. (That was later taken out, though.) Backstory: Omega-Xis is an alien comprised of electromagnetic waves from the planet AM. For most of his life, however, he lived on its neighbor planet FM. Due to a miscommunication of what Geo's father and his team's purpose was for reaching out to alien life, their destruction, along with Earth, was ordered. Omega-Xis opposed this and kept the team from dying by changing them into EM-waves. Following this, he stole the key to FM's planet-destroying weapon and fled to Earth to hide and seek refuge. There he met Geo and convinced him into letting him stay with him by withholding information on his father. From that point, he wrapped Geo up in his conflict with the rest of planet FM, ultimately becoming good friends by the end of it and resolving the entire matter. Faction: UMMA</s> <\|message\|>Misaka Mikoto Misaka Mikoto--Pensee Though the travel was disorienting, it wasn't quite the worst thing she'd ever had to experience, and unlike the bikini-wearing girl that went through before her she had a child providing a little bonus stability. The town they'd arrived to looked a lot more familiar than the desert ruins did, but only from similarity to the School Garden Tokiwadai was situated in. Even then, this place was a lot more authentically old, and had none of the technology. Being here was making the girl happy, though. The girl who, the Railgun now realised, they hadn't asked for her name even after all the fighting was over. "Really? I'm glad. Also... can you tell us your name?" --- Kerri--Foecrusher The blackguard caught the carelessly tossed explosives, handing them with some care to a grunt that would probaby have a better success rate with the device than a technologically-backwards swordswoman would. That the Ork refused to listen to others was annoying, but the warning had been given. It was simply a matter of making sure that as few soldiers as possible were diverted to his foolish plan of attack. "I, in these circumstances, advocate a frontal attack due to the nature of our enemy, with minimal splitting of our forces. I can subjugate or daze the dead, and defeating them from there would be a simple task. This also poses no risk to our target."</s> <\|message\|>Jericus "Ing" Ignace veteran of the 233rd voltage regiment Jericus "Ing" Ignace- Pensee The guardsman looked around at town "Throne damit we are on a medieval world I don't think there a space port on this planet." he said. The guardsman was relived that they made it through the portal safety without a gellar field. He was glade that daemon didn't do any horrible things to them as they crossed. Ignace walked up to one of the villagers "Excuse me citizen can you direct us to the nearest PDF outpost?" he asked to the nearest villager. Argon Charr Shadow Eternity Vessel Foecrusher Argon remained quite as his fellow agents augured among them selves over there plan of attack. "I agree with our swordwoman here that our best shot is a frontal attack on the castle." The mandalorian guested to the boxes of explosives behind were he was sitting. "I brought along a box of thermal detonators and it would be a shame if they were not used."</s> <\|message\|>Kanji Tatsumi Kanji, Museum world "My name is Kanji and I am from a small town in Japan called Inaba." Kaji glances back and watches the fire. "Man, that is not cool." He turns back to watch Cinder get in the cell and the other members of UMMA members that showed up. Cinders remark as she entered he cell rubbed Kanji the wrong way. "You better shut up before I go over there and deck you! I just met you and I'm already sick of your shit!"</s> <\|message\|>Refers to himself as 'Jack' Jack - Castle Tepes Jack was in complete agreement with the various plans laid out in defense of the Eye from Shadow Eternity forces. Noticing many were preparing to take their respective places in guarding, Jack stepped over to stand directly in front of the doorway to the eye, facing down the hall. He sat down into a meditative position, with his sword placed within arms reach, and used the the time of waiting to rest, and reflect on recent events. Jack found he was still quite amazed at all there was in the multiverse, and that he still had much to learn about the common sights and interactions within. Jack also contemplated fully siding with the UMMA, seeing it could be of great benefit in both finding the way back to his own time, and having aide in the inevitable battle with Aku when he returns. Despite the importance of the thoughts, Jack eventually found himself drifting into a very light sleep, still ready to spring into action at a moments notice.</s> <\|message\|>Aegis Aegis- Castle Tepes @blackmist16 @VitaVitaAR The fox - no, Tails - flew up to Aegis and began rambling a little bit about a gem that apparently he and Shivani were looking for. He listened politely, silently, until the boy brought up the suggestion of taking the gem for himself. He reasoned that the two of them must only have been together very briefly, for Tails' words surprised Aegis with the lack of affinity and companionship the boy's tone had regarding Shivani. Aegis noticed Shivani move as if she was to turn around like she had heard. He sighed internally - she probably did not trust him or Tails anymore. As she seemed ready to speak, however, a vampiric child suddenly appeared in front of them. The girl approached them, cautiously but with an air of authority that Aegis knew must have meant she was the ruler of this castle. Pausing for a moment to observe the three of them, the woman then proceeded to address them. "You seem to be lost, if you're in my castle without my consent," the child vampire began, slowly approaching, "I can hardly imagine what put you here without my awareness." Tails immediately began to apologize to the girl, and Aegis took the moment to carefully pick his words. He couldn't bring up the circumstances that brought him there. There are not many topics that make a conversation somewhat concerning like "Hey, I just got exiled," does. Shivani moved forward and began to speak. She also apologized, but then Aegis became extremely interested in what she was saying. Shivani told the vampiric child that there was a gem in the castle, and that men were going after it. The nature and origin of these men, Shivani declined to mention. However, Aegis said nothing as Shivani finished her explanation and prepared himself to speak. Bowing slightly in a gesture of respect, not rising fully from such position did Aegis begin to introduce himself to the ruler apparent of the castle. "My sincere apologies, my Lady. What the others speak of is true, I can attest. Though I am most likely the last of us to have arrived in your domain, I can assure you none of us have any ill intentions." He waved his right hand, and his Keyblade instantly disappeared from his left and materialized in his right hand. He held the blade from the edge, for it could not cut its owner, and extended the handle towards the girl. "This is a Keyblade. It can detect the darkness in those around it. Please touch it and it will allow you to feel our natures. We mean you no harm." The Keyblade had been feeling pleasantly warm since Aegis had encountered the other two. Fortunately for him, it could only detect and transmit from other's hearts and not his own. He walked a path between dawn and dusk, and preferred to only let his actions show his intents. Whether the girl accepted this token gesture or not, Aegis hoped to be able to explore the castle with the others. Having been sent here, he was convinced that there was some higher purpose for him here. Plus, he remembered that because Shivani had a very refined looking pair of daggers he sensed she had on the ready at all times, and decided he would simply attempt to reassure her of his trustworthiness. The fox seemed extremely friendly, but he hardly wanted to have a friend become an enemy over miscommunication. Still in his bowing postion, he held the blade out steadily to the girl, raising his head just enough to make eye contact and show a smile of friendliness.</s>	<\|message\|>Geo Stelar Geo and Omega-Xis - Castle Tepes Seeing as Gintoki seemed all clear with his orders, Geo walked over to him and gestured to outside the chamber. "Let's, uh, get going then? Scope out some more of the castle?" he asked the older man, "Or we can just wait around until something happens if you want." Geo caught how resigned his tone was to going along with him in the end. He couldn't help but wonder what exactly he personally did to catch his disdain. Maybe it's because he was a kid? Did he make an off comment prior to leaving for the castle? Perhaps he would rather just have his own solitude... Well, whatever it was, Geo was determined to make as good an impression as he could. If just laying off him in general was the way to go, well, he guessed that's what he was gonna do then. Omega-Xis didn't seem as keen to lighten up his attitude as Geo and approached Gintoki with his usual amount of gusto. "Looks like you're stuck with us in the end!" he told the man. He wondered how much fun he could have just bugging this guy until some action showed itself.</s>
<\|description\|>Victoria Volz Codename: Virginia Gender: Female Age: 31 Implanted A.I.: Gamma - Increases Pain threshold and increases muscle strength and flexibility for more complex movements. Gamma causes the user to become more aware of others and study how they act. Armor Ability: Chameleon armor (Change armor Color plus Active Camouflage) Appearance: Out of armor, In armor, but black on black Personality: Due to her years of isolation from living on the streets, she was forced to live a predatory lifestyle. She used her cute appearance to prey on the emotions of others. She would learn to become a master of stealth to survive. She is incapable of feeling remorse or guilt. She is cunning and manipulative, she knows the difference but right and wrong but dismiss that they apply to her. She is incapable of normal emotions; she reacts without considering the consequences. She is extremely egocentric and narcissistic. Since she has no real emotions, she developed her own personality throughout her life by mimicking those around her. Her inability to control inappropriate outburst of anger and hostility often results disassociation with friends and family. This in itself is filtered by the psychopath into a justification process for more aggressive behavior. Since she is incapable of gauging when her actions are being perceived as dishonest, deceitful, or dangerous, she fails to accept that there are consequences for her actions. History: Victoria lived on the streets for years, as a child she could acquire food & shelter easily by being cute as she grew up that stopped being an option. Then the gangs moved in, she wanted no part of the gang lifestyle, as she would have been nothing more than a sex slave that they may have pimped out. She didn't have the means to fight them so she had to learn to hide from them. She became very good at sneaking around, she eventually learned to apply that skill to breaking and entering. Eventually she was caught; a marine who was forced out of service took her in and helped her get her life together. Shortly before Victoria turned eighteen her benefactor died, when she turned eighteen she joined the UNSC Marine Corps just like her benefactor. Her skills were put to good use infiltrating and eliminating Innie leaders who wanted to continue their pointless crusade of stupidity and ignorance all the while the Covenant were trying to exterminate humanity. Her last mission fighting the Innie morons was cut short when the Covenant invaded. She barely made it off world before Covenant glassed the planet, though she survived the glassing of the planet she was left blinded. Both eyes were replaced with ocular implants. After that ONI conscripted her to put her talents to use in gathering intelligence on the Covenant. After many years of fighting the Covenant she was conscripted once more by Project Freelancer. Weapon Loadout: Primary: Dual M7S Submachine Gun (built in suppressor) Secondary: MA5B Individual Combat Weapon System (suppressed) with underslung shotgun Kukri (knife) Fighting Style: She is an assassin; she strikes however she can, be it blowing up an entire base to kill one person, to poisoning all the food in a restaurant to kill one man, she doesn't care how many die as long as her target dies. She will kill the target however her superiors instruct, if no instructions are given then she chooses whatever way amuses her most at that particular time. One time she was sent after a professional boxer who was financing the Innies, since she was given no instructions she decided to humiliate him by beating him to death in the ring. On the rare occasions she works with others she prefers to put down all enemies as if they were a rapid dog. The last time someone counted the number of dead by her hands twenty were intended targets over a hundred bystanders not all were enemies of the UNSC some were just ordinary civilians in the wrong place at the wrong time. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Captain Kerry Shawcross As the busty hologramatic temptress flitted around the much younger looking AI Georgia noticed the way Kappa was watching the two programs interact. There was something in her simulated body language which seemed to suggest fear, and hope. Leaning down Georgia spoke softly, the words barely coming out of his mouth but he knew simply by vocalising them the presence in his head would understand. "Are you okay?" He asked, with genuine concern. "What..?" Kappa responded, turning suddenly as though she'd been caught out doing something she shouldn't. "No, it's nothing," she continued bashfully, "It's just that... I was told we couldn't..." As her words trailed off the AI turned back to look over at Gamma again, her expression once again showing a fearful curiosity which left Georgia wondering exactly what the program was thinking. Or calculating, at least. With the meeting closing up Georgia rose from his seat, tapping the table through Kappa's hologram to attract her attention. "Come on," he said, his voice loud enough for the others to hear once more, "I'm going to need your advice on what to wear." With a deep sigh Kappa turned away from the others, lowering her gaze for a moment before looking up at Georgia with a playful grin. "Just as long as it's not the black corset with the fishnet stockings again, you really don't her the thighs to pull off that looks." She said with a playful twinkle in her artificial eye. Georgia stammered for a moment as he looked back over his shoulder at the rest of the team before bending down closer to the hologram. "I told you, that was for a play we did back in the Academy. An old Earth classic." "Really? And I suppose that girl draping herself all over you was part of the play too, huh?" Kappa retorted, leaning forwards with her hands on her hips just far enough to let Georgia get a good line of sight down her top. "You're nothing but a pervert. In fact I think they gave you the wrong codename, you should be Hentai-ōji, not Georgia!" Shaking his head with a sigh Georgia made his way out of the room as quickly as he could, before the tempestuous little hologram decided to mention bedwetting or that time at junior prom with Stacy's mom.</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Volz Virginia tosses the A.I. on to a seat. "I did just fine before it existed, I'll do just fine without it now." Virginia left for the armory. She grabbed a brand new roll of EB Green. She then grabbed her favorite dual side arms and her favorite rifle. She also grabbed a suppressor and attached to her rifle. Using the EB Green she taped magazines to her armor in every easily reachable place. "Washington, my A.I. lies to me and also has the ability to alter my knowledge at will. No armor ability is worth putting up with that deceitful, manipulative bitch. I will cover your back to the best of my abilities which is more than enough to deal with loser Innies."</s> <\|message\|>Zeke "New tech is always a bonus but I do hope there is no running away, it's not as fun as putting a hole through someone," Montana replied to Idaho before going on his merry way to check the armory for the items he desired for the mission. The first item was his personal M45D shotgun, something that he managed to keep and smuggle aboard the ship, they would have to pry it from his cold dead fingers if they wanted him to ever get rid of it. He then grabbed a few frag grenades. Once satisfied that he had everything from the armory he left, passing anyone else who might of been there and making his way to the ship. "So any other words of advice, O?" Montana asked aloud, trying to get the AI in his head to speak but was greeted with silence again ",Well at least you're not talking about me being in a body bag like a few minutes ago." "Highly unlikely, there would be nothing left for a body bag if you fail to make it out of this mission alive," a voice replied to him. "Of course not," Montana muttered to himself ",Forgive me for being optimistic."</s> <\|message\|>Jacobs Huntington Happy that everything was in order he looked at the drop Pelican that would be transporting them. Outfitted for high orbit drops it had many pods strapped to the sides and was almost twice the size of a regular pelican, built to drop them in then zoom out. Looking at it he remembered how much he hated Halo dropping. The gut wrenching G force and of course the crashing, that was his least favourite part of it. As he was imaging the idea of plummeting to his death the Counselor walked in, as several of the engineers stopped to salute. "Good evening Agent Washington. How are you today? Ah. Gearing up for the mission then I see." Washington turned to The Counselor he wasn't a person to salute a superior, not after what he had seen in the war against the flood. Washington didn't like this man, something about the Counselor was off. He just couldn't place his finger on it. "Good Evening to you too Counselor. I'm doing okay, not looking forward to the Halo drop. Never did trust these buckets of metal we're dropped from the sky in. The counselor chuckled lightly, looking down at his PDA he tapped it a few times before replying. "We've had some reports that your A.I. may be malfunctioning. Have you noticed anything irregular about it?" Washington Said yes but what came out was. "No sir, nothing Irregular at all." "Okay then, we'll keep an eye on you just in case. These A.I.s are experimental, so they may be a little buggy. It's best we squash these bugs before they become a problem." The counselor walked away and out of the shuttle bay. Washington was a loss for words. "Epsilon, What the fuck did you just do?" Epsilon appeared looking sheepish. "I'm sorry Wash, I didn't want you to tell him I might be faulty, he'll rip me out of your skull and lock me away again. I don't think I could deal with being alone with it again." Epsilons voice was full of terror now and Washington was getting quite concerned. "Easy there Epsilon. What do you mean by alone with it? With the other A.I.s? But, you're all separated so why does it matter?" Epsilons voice cut out and was replaced by thousands of different voice speaking in unison. "I am the Alpha I am who was, I am what was destroyed in pain and suffering I was the First." Now it was Washington's turn to be afraid. The voices cut out leaving the sound of a woman crying in his head. "Umm, Epsilon? You alright?" The crying faded out replaced with Epsilon's voice "Yes, why do you ask? Come on Wash, it's almost time for the mission to start. Are drones we that were sent out have submitted a report of the current location of the enemy. Beth is there she is currently guarding the permitter a long with a couple of dozen rebels. However due to the lining of the Reactor room the drone is having trouble telling who else maybe inside the building." Washington was worried for his own safety now, Epsilon was having some major malfunctions and there wasn't a damn thing he could do. Pushing it aside he would confront this issue after the mission. Opening up the coms he radioed all agents heading out on the mission. "This is Agent Washington to all Agents. The mission is a-go please make your way to the shuttle bay and prepare to leave." Once everyone was here and on the Pelican they headed out. Epsilons words played on his minds the entire journey up to the moment the drop pods were launched. "Great I love this part." The pod slammed into the ground the door blowing off allowing Washington to exit. He and Virginia had been dropped further away than the distraction squad. "Alright, distraction Squad go make some noise you're free to open a can of hurt on them. Georgia keep an eye on the enemy, looks from here like they may have some Rocket launchers. Okay Virginia we're moving in cautiously and quickly, no noise." As Washington's squad moved into the facility they met little resistance with only a few guards in there way. "This is strange where the hell is everyone? You would think that this place would be guarded by the best of the best unless this is a trap. But why go to all that trouble?"</s>	<\|message\|>Victoria Volz Virginia was eating when the Director walked in. "I found this in the conference room. You will need this on your mission." He handed over the AI module. Virginia took it. "This AI is deficient, it lies about important details of the mission. It can't be trusted..." The Director cut her off. "You are mistaken. Put it back in." Virginia started to argue. "That is an order Agent." Virginia complied. After she finished eating she went to a workstation, she placed her helmet on the table. Using the tools there she modified her helmet to remove the AI's ability to interact with the HUD. The entire time the AI tried to convince her what she was doing it the wrong way. She had to repair her ODST helmet enough that she knew the AI was lying. There was nothing more exhilarating than an orbital drop. The complete lack of control, the unknown if you were going to be shot out of the sky, feel of weightlessness, and the impact was like a mind blowing experience. The hole experience was like being touched by God. The adrenaline high was like nothing else. She preferred this over sex. Washington's orders to make no noise was liking asking a crazed man to act crazy, it was a given. She was an assassin after all, her primary objective in every situation was to make sure that the enemy never knew she was there. To do so otherwise would be a complete failure on her part. When they made it inside she became instantly suspicious and annoyed. The AI wouldn't shut up about some kind of stupid bullshit about an Alpha. "Shut up the fucking hell up Gamma!"</s>
<\|description\|>Aiko Kamiya Age: 18 Gender: Female Race: Wutai Occupation: Freelancer (most odd jobs she can take) / Motorized Rollerblade racer (both legal and illegal... Mostly illegal.) Appearance: Personality: Aiko is normally a chill, quiet and laid-back girl. She often does whatever she can to avoid unnecessary trouble and conflicts, giving others the feeling that she almost never take things seriously... Which she normally doesn't. Despite that, Aiko is still rather easy to approach. Her calm and laid back personality, her cute, almost childish appearance coupled with the fact that she values those she consider friends make her rather popular in most places she normally goes. Surprisingly enough, despite her calm and cute appearance, Aiko's love for speed and adrenaline are easy for anyone to see when they see her racing. Whenever she has her head full or needs to calm herself down, you can find her running through Midgar's alleys, industrial area and even grinding and using the large pipes that run through the city almost as it's nervous system as her particular racing track. Aiko does have problems with authorities though. While she is not openly aggressive, she often does exactly the opposite what they say, just to provoke them or defy their authority. History: Aiko was born in Wutai, her own family, the branch family of one of the important families in the Wutai society did give her family a bit of privilege, putting them just a bit above the normal population. Their proximity to the rest of the population while still having a close relationship with the main family made them the perfect bridge to connect the general population and the main family, that gave them quite a good reputation. Aiko spent most of her childhood being the sole daughter of the Kamiya family. While not exactly 'rich', having a martial arts Dojo that was more of a tradition of their family than what made them money, Aiko still could enjoy an above the average education on most fields, going as far as learning the family's martial arts style since she was small, which not only was a tradition in her family, but now with the war with Shinra going on, there was even more reasons for her to know how to defend herself. Unfortunately, Aiko herself wasn't able to enjoy such good life for much longer. When she was a teenager and the war with Shinra was already raging, the main family, foreseeing a grim future for the Wutai people and the war, made the decision to secretly support Shinra in exchange for more financial status, power, influence and of course, immunity once the war ended and Shinra had control over Wutai territory. In order to do that though, they needed a scapegoat... Someone to push their previous actions against Shinra on to and announce their support to Shinra. That family was no other than the Kamiya family... Foreseeing a grim future for the family, Aiko's father had to make a hard choice. In order to save her daughter and wife, he did nothing even after knowing about the main family's plan, instead accepting the fact that he would, most likely, be executed in the short future. Instead of waiting for that to happen though, which would certainly only take long enough for the war progress to the point that the main family could afford openly declaring their alliance with Shinra, he sent both Aiko and her mother away from Wutai... To a place that neither the main family nor Shinra would think about searching for them... In the very heart of Shinra... Midgar. After doing the necessary preparations, Aiko and her mother were sent to Midgar with a forged backstory and documents as the widow of a merchant, together with a good amount of money, enough for them to be able to settle down there and live a decent life. After moving to Midgar and settling down on a decent part of the upper city, saving themselves from the life on the slums thanks only to the money that they had brought from their hometown, by a stroke of luck, the life for Aiko and her mother was good. Not that good as how it was on their hometown on Wutai but it was still decent. Unfortunately, even though Aiko was able to deal with the death of her father and having to leave her hometown by bottling up her feelings, her mother wasn't and entered into a deep depression just a few months after they arrived in Midgar, which made her weaker and weaker until she died 1 year and a half later. It was only after her mother died that Aiko felt the impact of everything that had happened until now. She had bottled up her emotions when she had to leave Wutai even knowing that her father would die but now that she suddenly saw herself completely alone in the world, those bottled up feelings finally breached the wall she had built around her heart. She began wandering across the city going even to the slums and the more underground parts of Midgar, not knowing what to do with her life. It was then that she discovered the motorized rollerblades races that used to happen. The speed and the adrenaline of the race as she watched immediately told her that it was that what she needed. Buying a set of semi-professional rollerblades, she got into the sport by first attending illegal, minor races after training. Thanks to the contacts she made, she ended up having quite a few opportunities, including a few shots at professional grade races, which earnet her quite a bit of recognition and a pair of professional grade rollerblades and a suit. Since racing didn't give her that much money, Aiko had to earn her life by making odd jobs and fixing rollerblades, thanks to what she learned by messing and customizing her own rollerblades as she got better at using them. Her search for adrenaline though often makes her take different and new jobs, sometimes even hunting and the type of job that would make her leave the city. Weapon: Pair of professional grade motorized rollerblades (customized by herself) and a small, one handed chokutō. Aiko fights using a Martial art created by herself by mixing her own skills with the motorized rollerblades and her family's martial arts. It's high speed coupled with powerful kicks and precise chokutō attacks makes it quite lethal when used with the rollerblades. Due to the high impact and strain on the user's joints, it requires proper equipment in order to avoid injuries to the user. Skills: Linked kicks: Aiko strikes her opponent with a strong, spear like kick using her speed, inflicting heavy blunt damage and knocking the target back. If the target hits a wall or an obstacle, Aiko can immediately rush towards it to deliver a second kick, dealing the same amount of damage and potentially stunning the target. Alternatively, Aiko can rush to the target and make a sudden stop just in front of it, using her momentum to unleash a powerful spinning kick, which if it hits, can be followed by a second one. Critical Momentum: If Aiko manages to score a critical hit on an attack using her sword, she does not lose speed nor momentum and can immediately make a second attack following it. Dexterous: Aiko's small and light body make her unfit to block attacks from most opponents but she specialized herself in dodging them by using her agility, dexterity and flexibility. Precision cuts: Using both her speed and her chokutō, Aiko can deliver cuts to specific spots on her enemies, slicing tendons, muscles and other spots, inflicting critical damage and ailment status depending on the spot she strikes. While they are not powerful enough to pierce armor, when she targets unprotected spots and weak spots, it is incredibly effective. Equipment: Misc. - 2 Potions - 1 Antidote - A pouch with some gil. Basic Smartphone: Basic, popular model. Titanium Bangle: Small increase on magical and physical defense. 2 materia slots. Motorized Rollerblades: Immunity to slow and stop. Materia: Fast Strike Materia: Raises the user's attack power according to how fast it's moving when the attack is made. Lethal Dodge Materia: After dodging an attack, Aiko can immediately attack her target using the opening caused by it's own attack, focusing on a weak/critical spot. LIMIT BREAK: Kamiya Breathing Technique: Using a breathing technique coupled with a custom configuration of her rollerblades, Aiko can double her reaction speed and movement speed for some time, sharply raising her speed and capacity to dodge attacks. When the effect ends, she gets immobilized for the rest of the battle due to the strain on her muscles and body.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander "Lex" Krait Lex put his phone down on the small island between the driver seat and passenger seat. He grit his teeth as he swerved through traffic, "Mr. Tseng...and the Boss..." He looks up at the copter in time to see the Manaward burst into brillance around the chopper, "Man thinks of everything." Wasteland let out a baying howl, not like Darkstar would be able to hear her, but Wasteland salute the alpha of the pack. At the same time Lex leaned out as he saw Rufus Shinra himself lean out. He gave him a thumbs up in admiration. Soon enough Lex's attention is back on the chase. His lips split in a large grin as he races through traffic. With the head start he's actually slightly happy he can see the two bikes up ahead. Reaching down Lex shifts the jeep into All Wheel Drive. And mounts the median of the highway. Then down onto the otherside of traffic driving in on coming traffic. Vehicles dodging out of the way of the big up armored jeep as he races along for abit. Done mostly to avoid a thick knot of traffic in the other lanes. Soon though he mounts the median again and is back in normal traffic having ate up a few meters on the bikes ahead of him. With a glare Lex uses the big jeeps profile to nudge a smaller vehicle out of the way just a little, not enough to send it careening out of the way. The driver laid on the horn, for about 5 seconds before he saw the huge jeep roll by, the ShinRa logo on the side and the big grinning, sharp toothed canine glaring at him. Lex chuckled, "Good girl Waste!" He weaved by another jeep, then settled in, reaching down and bringing his Winchester out again. It'd be a helluva a thing...he held his arm out the window, waited just abit before...bang! He fires, adding his own shots to the VPs, his own rounds winging along, to the sides and around the drivers, trying to throw off their balance, "Come on damn it. Stop already...where the hell are we going anyway?"</s> <\|message\|>Kanade "Tora" Toragami Kanade --- The cars around them seemed to move in slow motion as they sped past them. Kanade kept a watchful on the helicopter as it chased them through the busy streets. She noticed gunfire pelting the ground around them as well, and when she looked to the source, she saw a familiar jeep straddling the median. Ssssshoom~! Boom! The moment she took her eyes off the helicopter, a wave of heat rush over her as a missile exploded nearby. Her arm gripped Biggs even tighter out fearing she'd be thrown off. The bike swerved heavily around another slow-moving car, before regaining its balance. The bastard in the white suit had to be dealt with first, otherwise the next shot could kill them. Kanade accept the two explosives from Biggs, and rolled them between her fingers, one in each hand. The warm metal blocks had a single green light and switch on its side. She looked up. Beyond the intersection ahead were a row of buildings. On one side was a strip storefronts and on the other a modest parking garage that was still under construction. Scaffolding flanked it on two sides. That's it. She looked over her shoulder again, realizing how closely the helicopter and jeep were tailing them. "Make a quick stop near the scaffold ahead. I'll hit the chopper with a grenade once you start to brake. Worst case, they fly past us and we can try to lose them in that parking garage." She turned and steadied herself as Biggs weaved through traffic, an active grenade held at the ready.</s>	<\|message\|>Aiko Kamiya With the issue about a job and hopefully about money dealt with, Aiko left to do her own things. Having only to prepare herself and wait for the call from her contractor and having to do only a small checkup on her equipment after the last modification she did, she was taking her time riding home. Taking one of the longer routes, she was riding in a relatively calm manner, nowhere as fast a she usually did. Truth be told, she was a bit relieved to not have to crawl back to Don again for a job, she hated how he had this way of slowly closing his claws around anyone or anything he was interested in, leaving no space for them to escape when they finally noticed... Unfortunately it seemed like she wasn't going to be able to relax just yet. Noticing that she was being followed, Aiko did nothing for the first few seconds, only looking at her pursuers in a discreet manner. Their pursuers seemed to be three goons, possibly members of a gang. It was pretty unlikely for people to go after her, both for her being well known on the area and due to her being generally a pretty chill girl, not getting into trouble with anyone... Other than the authorities, that is. That said, it wasn't difficult for Aiko to imagine why those thugs were going after her... News went around pretty fast, especially if you had the influence and information network Don had. If the talk that Aiko was able to get a job got on Don's ears, he wouldn't be happy about it. That said... simple goons couldn't be considered anything more than a small distraction for Aiko. Looking towards her pursuers in a not-so-discreet manner, Aiko simply let out a mocking grin as she began gradually going faster and faster, just to see if they were able to follow her. With the speed rising, so did the maneuvers and the complexity of the routes she took, diving deeper and deeper into the steel jungle that the lower levels of Midgard were.</s>
<\|description\|>T'zarri Basic Profile Gender Male Age 19 Physical Traits Height - 6'0" Build - Semi-Muscular Eye Color - Hazel Hair Color - Dyed Blonde Hair Style - Dreadlock Fade Hometown Birnin Zana, Wakanda Personality traits * Iron-Willed\|Unmatched Work Ethic * Humble * Honest * Compassionate * Fairly Open-Minded * Reserved * Critical * Wrathful * Obsessive * Somewhat Overly Observant Hero Related Information Call-Sign/Codename Golden Jaguar Costume Essentially a Black Panther habit: A black, form-fitting vibranium nanotech suit with gold colored accentuation that eminates from his necklace. Power Suite Master Martial Artist - He has become one of the most prodigious unarmed combatants on the earth, due to T'Challa's intense training, and lessons taken from Shang-Chi. His fighting style is often a mix of Leopard-Style Kung-Fu, Capoeira, and Muai Thai, though he can and will switch to something different if he deems necessary. He usually doesn't go a day without practice of some kind on his own. Intelligence - While not being as critically intelligent as his uncle, he is still a remarkably smart individual, as a future king should be. The young man was put through the very best of what schooling could offer, as well as taking after his mother. He has the mental discipline enough to resist mental control to a higher level than most. Being trained all his life to be a king, and with the line of intelligence passed to him, he is a natural-born leader, albeit still very distant. Heightened Senses - Due to his training, he possesses senses that are animistic in nature. Further, with the heart-shaped herb's enhancements, T'zarri can see and hear clearly for several miles, catch a scent without losing it in most cases, and taste things on a molecular level. He can see in pitch-black darkness, hear the heartbeats of any other organisms in his immediate vicinity and distinguish between them for their unique heart patterns. Supernatural Agility\|Dexterity - While his uncle and mother were both agile in their own rights, T'Zarri can easily be comparable or even eclipse someone such as Spider-Man. In tandem with his level of muscle control, his reflexes and speed are augmented to superhuman levels, making him a difficult target to hit. Enhanced Strength\|Durability - While originally only being a bit more durable than normal humans, the herb's effects have given him enhanced physical strength and durability. This allows him to take several tons of force while still retaining consciousness and functionality. His bones are several times more difficult to break than a the average person's. He can strike with extreme precision and force but also control it on a very thoughtful scale. He can lift objects that are at least 5 tons without much exertion. Enhanced Endurance\|Stamina - Due to his mental discipline, willpower, and physical conditioning, his body is designed to work through the worst of circumstances. He can casually ignore pain and fight, at least mentally, through injuries that would normally cripple or leave another unconscious. Weaknesses T'Zarri is still a human male, vulnerable to the weather, starvation, dehydration, bloodloss, extreme pressures, and other typical human weaknesses, simply put to a much higher scale. His heightened senses are, well, sensitive. With enough punishment they can be overloaded. Sharp objects can still pierce his skin and damage his organs that aren't directly covered by his bones. He also has a strong sense of bravado that instills an obsessive drive to get even with someone that wronged him in some way. Whether it be his enemies, friends, family, acquaintances, or even some man he ran into in a coffee shop. This can ultimately lead to his downfall if he hasn't planned for the unexpected. 'Heroing' Experience The Golden Jaguar has operated on his own for two and a half years in secrecy, working with the Wakandan Dogs of War and his good friend/Sifu, Shang-Chi. Origin Story As a potential heir to the throne of Wakanda, considering that the King has yet to have any children, T'Zarri was trained his whole life to be such. He was named after the father of his grandfather, 'Azzari the Wise' and has yet to live up to such a name. His mother is Shuri, a former Black Panther, and his father was W'kabi, who was lost in battle when the boy was six years old. In recent years, T'Challa had contracted a disease when off on a battle in space with the Avengers. After much research, a friend from the X-Men determined it to be what is known as the Techno-Organic Virus. There seemed to be no palpable means that they could find to fight off the virus that essentially acted as a cancer, turning T'Challa into a machine. Yet, with the technological advancement of Wakanda, they had managed to prolong his lifespan to an estimated three years in extension. In this time, they turned to the Panther goddess, Bast, for guidance. She said that while she wouldn't remove the sickness from T'Challa, she would allow another of their bloodline to partake of the heart-shaped herb to continue the current running Black Panther ancestry to keep the country from feudalism. Shuri, however, was barred from such a role having being viewed as a previous failure with her swift death. That left T'Zarri, whom they finally came to after much deliberation. His levels of training were dramatically increased and he was put through a special ceremony in preparation for what was to come... Important Relationships * Shuri - His Mother * T'Challa - His Uncle\|Role-Model * Kwezi Dzana - His Cousin\|Best Friend * Shang-Chi - Friend\|Teacher * Ororo Munroe - Friend\|Former Aunt * Everett K. Ross - Friend Secret Identity Protection As of currently, his alias is a secret. Theme</s> <\|message\|>Pᴇɴɴʏ Hᴀɴɴᴀʜ MᴄDᴏɴᴀʟᴅ --- --- --- --- Avengers Compound, San Francisco, CA Interacting With: Molly Haynes; Kate Bishop; Reese Robinson Mentioned: Miles Morales Feeling: A bit excited now --- Penny continued to roam the halls until her ears twitched as she heard voices. She knew that she could not be the only one or first one here so she was really eager to see who else was present. Before she could find the people with the voices that she heard earlier, they found her and she mustered up a small smile towards them. She looked as everyone introduced themselves and shook others hands, though Molly's handshake made her knees buckle a little. She joined the introduction process with a proper greeting of her own. "It's nice to meet you all. Penny McDonald here." She introduced herself then sighed with a slight eye roll about the rooms not being furnished. "I look forward to working with you all." She ended that with a smile that quickly turned into a frown whenever Reese mention that there was no furniture in the rooms. "Do not even get me started on that." Penny said. "If he was so filthy rich, our rooms would have been furnished, yes?" Penny continued with a quip as she eyed every single one of them. At least they were given some money, which was probably to buy furniture or something. Or maybe, this was their first test? Penny shrugged her shoulders at the thought then continued to talk with ones she was standing with. She waited for a moment to see what the others were going to do before looking around and hearing someone enter the establishment now. "Looks like another recruit is incoming." She muttered to the group before her now, waiting to see who has entered.</s> <\|message\|>Diego Lopez Valdez --- --- Did this guy sell his soul to the devil for a shitty car? Yes he did. Did he care? No. Did he expect himself to end up in San Francisco moving into some weird compound? Also no. Diego had gotten a few looks as he pulled up to the complex with his barely functioning 1999 Honda Civic. Puttering, the Japanese-made car was seemingly gasping for life as he'd arrived at the front door of the Avengers complex. Turning the car off, the weak puttering eventually shut off and was replaced by the distant sounds of San Francisco doing their thing. Stepping out of the car, he took a deep breath and inhaled the urine-scented air that inhabited the city of San Francisco. Yep. Los Angeles definitely beat the shit out of this city. But, he was here now, as much as he didn't want to be. Digging his stuff out of the trunk of his car, he pulled out one singular box with a pile of clothes and a backpack, both of which contained every single thing he owned outside of the Civic. Humming to himself, he had a rather odd pep in his step. The security guard up front was giving a Diego a weird look, which was compounded even further when he'd plopped the keys to his car in his hands. "Thanks, vato." Diego smiled, before swiping his keycard to let himself inside the tower. The elevator had taken a while to make its way down to the lobby floor, which had given Diego some time to check out the tower. For a place that was supposed to handle superheroes, there sure were a lot of serious people in suits walking around. Continuing to hum to himself, the elevator eventually arrived. Oh good. At least this poor excuse of a city did something right. Taking him up to the floor of the residences, he walked in to see... well he didn't know what he was seeing. Was that... a communal kitchen he saw? No, that wasn't it. A communal kitchen was very redundant. Of course a kitchen was communal. Anyway, he tsked to himself. He caught a few glimpses of fellow superheroes. Cool. Not like he'd need them anyway. He knew what he was capable of, and he didn't need to take a look at them to know that he could do their jobs and then some. Walking into his room, all that was inside was a bed. "Heyyy, just like home!" Diego exclaimed, dropping his box on the floor and plopping onto the bed like home as well. That was a huge mistake, considering the the bed felt way harder than a rock. He damn well nearly broke his beautiful face, but at the same time, it was still more comfortable than what he had at home. Taking a minute to revel in his bed, he then rolled out. Peering outside of his room, there was a group beginning to form. What was it about? Guess Diego had to go find out for himself. Walking up to the group, he stuck his hand out for someone to shake. "Eyy... what's crackin' homies? I'm Diego."</s>	<\|message\|>T'zarri T'ZarriUnited States of America \| San Francisco, California Timing - Morning Hours \| 9:00-10:00 AM --- For most people, this trip would take days. Several days to prepare, one full day plus several hours to travel, go to their specific destination, and take roughly an hour to unpack or settle. Fortunately, he didn't have to go through the lengthy and somewhat monotonous process. People who left his home, as few as they were, had been faced with much more meager means. Though, his purpose was nearly as important as a trip to see one's family, and it needed to be treated as such. With that, the trip only took a few hours. From up here, the general populace appeared small, but they were actively involved in his immediate cause for presence here. They surely had no idea of this, even now. If they were to look up in the sky, they would see nothing. Only clouds, cerulean, and the reflected brightness of the Sun. It was within the Talon jet's cloaking feature, yes, but part of that statement held metaphorical value... This was the highly esteemed 'San Francisco'. It looked nice, he supposed, but it wasn't home. It didn't feel like home; and it wasn't only because of the cooler climate change. His Amai said that he'd get used to it eventually. T'Zarri didn't want to be here. Not now. Not while his King and uncle were near his demise. Being family, he wanted to spend as much time as he could with him. Being heir, he wanted to be there for his people when the time came. Though, his King believed that it would be better for the young one to gain more experience in the field, but with others whom he had yet to actually meet and work with. This was definitely a challenge to accept, but one that he wouldn't dare back down from. Too much depended upon him, and he was raised to do better than crumble. Thus, when when the jet was nearing the Avengers' Facility, T'Zarri stood up from the back of the flying vessel and moved closer to the front to look out of the canopy. ["You are ready, young Prince?"] A member of the Dora Milaje asked him in their native tongue, pressing the command for the landing gear to cue. ["As ready as I am needed to be."] The young man nodded. As soon as they were cleared for landing, T'Zarri grabbed his rectangual duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder. With the landing being fairly smooth in nature, the back stairway opened, displaced dust and minor debris blowing lightly as the turbines kept going. He looked over at the piolet who followed to see him off, and she lowered her head with a Wakandan salute. ["Farewell, Kelani."] T'Zarri nodded as he exited. To the outward eye, it'd appear that the Wakandan Prince was walking out of nothingness. He pulled the key card out of the pocket of the lightweight sleeveless hoodie that he wore, approaching the doors that led to the elevator. He had managed to get a general concensus of where he was going until called elsewhere. The ebony teen sighed, eyeing the card before raising it in front of the scanner. With the confirming beep, he went inside the doors to the elevator. Everything seemed well organized and clean enough, as to be expected from a professional facility as this. He managed to get to the lobby and walk through it to get to the residential area. His eyes glazed over a small group of people roughly his age, likely his teammates, but he didn't hesitate in his steps to find his room. It was fairly practical with a bed and a window. Despite coming directly from a lavish lifestyle back at home, he didn't feel the need to bring that here. Instead, he simply pulled a small square device out of the side of his bag. Placing it on the floor closest to the wall opposing the bed, he tapped it twice with his finger. The roughly four-by-four inch-long shape reconfigured with several clicking sounds per second. This device quickly assembled a black, four foot-tall open cabinet with several shelves on the top row and drawers along the bottom. He placed his bag on the bed and sighed. Now the fun part: Unpacking...</s>
<\|description\|>Miora [pronounced 'mai-o-RAH'] Selag Sphere Age: 28 Gender: Female Profession: Pilot Nationality: Scottish, The Commonwealth Birth Planet: Mining Ship of Saturn Appearance: She's odd looking, to say the least. She likes to do her hair and makeup like she was some sort of Golden Age of Hollywood actress or at the very least, a cigarette girl from the time. She's always got a hypoallergenic non-toxic cigar (Gold Band brand, thank you) either in her hand or in her mouth. She always wears fancy earrings, as if badges to prove that she has clawed her way up to a nice life and a comfy salary, something a lot of Saturn Mining kids don't get. Her clothes are classic, tight black, the breathable material, of course, since piloting trigger-happy lunkheads is a bit stressful. Curvy, on the shorter end, and always wearing a smirk, Miora is someone who either amuses you or ticks you off. There is often no in between. Strengths: + Smart as a laser whip + Fast reaction time + Stubborn as hell + Defensive fighting + Can run in heels + Resourceful Weaknesses: - foul mouthed and foul tempered - possessive and quick to punch people in the face - suspicious of anyone who's job is using a gun - rebellious at times - somewhat arrogant - wears non-regulation clothing Personality: Brash, blunt and generally offensive to the more delicate sensibilities, she's got a foul mouth and she loves to get as colorful as possible. At most she has one big giant rule: do not touch her stuff. She is rather possessive about the things she had earned in life, likes to take care of them, and does not appreciate other people messing them up, thank you very much. History: Being born of smugglers and distributors isn't uncommon when you come from the Saturn moon mining ships. And growing up in small quarters with subpar conditions is also rather normal in those ships. Everyone was taught either their parents' professions or they bug another crew member enough to apprentice. But to become a pilot... Miora was hardly expected to pass the test, much less become one of the finest pilots bred of the Saturn mining fleet. Of course her wild upbringing fed her wild card reputation among the more mature and level-headed pilot apprentices. But it was her fire and instinct that got her to where she is today with a more than generous salary and an amusing reputation as being someone to fearlessly punch any nose upturned at her. But once loyal to someone, it is tougher than steel to break. But cross her and you'll find her tongue is sharper than the teeth of a hellhound. Mama would be proud. Family: - Father, Ship Gunner, Illegal Smuggler - Mother, Miner and Engineer, Illegal Distributor - Sister, Miner and Scientist, Legal Straight-laced Goody Goody - Sister, Ship Gunner and Miner, Illegal Smuggler</s> <\|message\|>Marie Antoinette Vandersnappe Marie smiles cheerfully as she skips around her workshop, tools clicking together on her tool belt as she gathers spare parts and pieces and puts them in a tool bag, she is very excited for this new mission of hers and she is ready to leave Saturn for once in her life and go to this place people keep talking about {I think it is called William Laboratory or was it, Willson... Did I remember to pack Willison before I left home?? I swear if I forgot him...} She sighs and shrugs {Whatever I know I packed Juliet for sure} Marie chuckles then picked up the bag in one hand and the other to carry the bag with her clothes, her stuffed animals, in this class she packed Juliet and Willson they are both tabby cat stuffed animals that she made from random pieces of cloth she found while working home from work. She didn't really have a care in the world about if everyone else at her work thought about her, or what anyone thought about, she was just happy to leave this stupid planet. She through her stuff into the trunk and hopped into the car that came to pick her up Marie arrived at the shuttle area and she quickly darted out of the vehicle and grabbed her stuff before waving goodbye to it as it went away {Here comes a new chapter in my life! Oh this is going to be so much fun!} She run up onto the vehicle that she thought is going to take her to the lab where she is supposed to do something important but she couldn't care less because of she will probably get it done and over with like everything else. She sat down in a random seat and sets down her stuff with this big goofy smile on her face</s> <\|message\|>Jethart Igneal Jethart wakes up like any morning and climbs out of his bed and streches. He opens his blinds and then walks over to his closet, he grabs out his usual wear. Old Air Force uniform and a grey shirt and his boots and gets ready for the day. He walks out of his room and heads towards the kitchen, he brews a cup of tea and has a bowl of cereal. It shoots to his mind he has to go to whatever that place was today, he completely forgot the name and to pack for it. He quickly finishes his tea and breakfest and grabs his buffle bag, then continues to his room to pack. The closet was raided, his shirts and pants and an extra pair of boots were tossed into the bag. The jackets were left on the hangers but laid out on his bed. "Oh I should probably bring some tea". After finishing packing he heads to the kitchen and grabs some tea and sugar and puts them in the bag as well. By the time he brings his bag and jackets down the car arrived. The car is loaded with his belongings and he goes in the house to find his cousin standing there. "What, no hug for me before you go?" "I didn't forget about you, I was coming to say goodbye. I wouldn't leave without giving you a hug". They hug and say their goodbyes before Jethart leaves. On the way to the lab he was thinking about the mission, and what the outcome might be. He worries he will die and leave Ignace all alone. He remembers all the fun times they had and the past week, her telling him her concerns and having him promise he will come back. The rest of the trip he naps. Once he arrives he takes his stuff with him and thanks the driver and leaves a tip. He enters the building and sits a few seats away from Marie.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Østergaard Daniel's mind filtered away the low drone of the aircraft's engines, the occasional rattling of secured tanks and the chatter of over thirty French soldiers he hitched a ride with, leaving him to his thoughts. He still couldn't believe it. In an age where humanity created practically usable artificial gravity and established a colony outside the Milky way, it took him 29 years to leave earth. His excitement was coated in a layer of bitterness, however. The laboratory went silent and remained that way for three days now. The fact that the documents regarding this mission he was told he will get never found his way to him didn't help the situation at all. A voice in his head told him that operating solely on information he read in a science magazine wasn't safe. He rummaged through his bag and the file containing his documents, earning a few puzzled looks from the French crewmen, but found nothing. "Lavit Launch Facility is directly on our Starboard side. We're landing in five minutes, so stay buckled up." He looked out the window and observed the anthill that was the launch pad, dominated by the Sentinel in the middle. As soon as the plane landed, he let the French deal with the jammed cargo ramp and headed towards the building through which he assumed they were supposed to board the ship. After looking around in vain to find an officer in charge of the operation, he found the room mentioned in his transfer order. Two people were already inside, one civilian and one military by their looks. He shot a quick salute to the soldier and sat down, his mind trying to find a reason why someone would wear a uniform with the camo pattern nearly two centuries old, and failing to come up with any.</s>	<\|message\|>Miora [pronounced 'mai-o-RAH'] Selag Sphere Miora Sphere, Pilot and Ballbuster At Yer Service Fastest pilot to graduate as a child of the Saturn Moon Mining Ships. That was what she was known as. No mining kid had ever beat the test, much less out flown every single applicant in her division. But flying fast was as easy as breathing for Miora. It was her one and only talent. And she'd fight anyone who tried to take something as precious as that away from her and treat her as some outsider who was beneath them. Just ask anyone who had crewed up on a ship with her as pilot. She couldn't socialize properly with others if her life depended on it and she certainly couldn't back down from anyone who challenged her skill. It was all she had, her skills. With a family of miners, the bar had been set low since she was born, but it didn't make it any easier to claw her way up the ladder to piloting her own ships. Well, other people's ships. The direction-velocity command desk area was the one and only thing that she was able to stake claim of. And she had a right hook that almost alway landed in the center of her target to prove it. Bloody noses were not uncommon when she was at the helm. Miora was on the shorter end of the spectrum, curvaceous and clad in tight but breathable pleather body suit, a chrome belt hanging tilted on her hips. When she walked, one foot in front of the other, she seemed to saunter like a shark swimming through the water. And in that rosy red mouth of hers a fat synthesized cigar balanced on her smirk, letting out threads of scentless smoke to follow behind her like enchanted ghosts. A hand on her hip, her Earthen fifties style was out of place and more than a bit odd. But that was how she liked it. Let everyone watch her, move to one side and stare. She'd show each and everyone one of them what a child of Saturn's mining ships could do. Taking the cigar from her mouth between two slender fingers crowned with perfectly manicured nails, she grinned her wild haughty grin. "What ye pickerin' at, ladies? Wake yer a**es up, this ain't no pony show," her throaty voice held every drop of dry amusement that her being was made of, dark gaze jumping between the three people already there waiting for the assignment to be debriefed. So far a girl and two soldiers. Well, this ought to be interesting, to say the very least. And if they had her as their pilot, they needed to get where ever they were going and fast. Twirling her cigar between her fingers, she stood before the trio gathered like a leisurely cat staring at mice. "Well, I doubt ye ken where yer headin', considerin' all three of ye put together make a brain and a half," she chuckled looking over each other them, but her eyes taking on almost a glare as she looked at the solider types, "But ye can trust I'm the best te get ye there at breakneck speed." She gave them a wink then, laughing heartily and fit her fat cigar between her teeth. "Yer no' gonna' like me, so listen well," she tipped her head back, "I'm yer pilot, Miora. Donna go callin' me nothin' else, less ye want me to rearrange yer face, a'ight? Now, what are ye stations, ladies?"</s>
<\|description\|>Robyn Adriana Bennett Abigail / 'The Tempest' Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Proud and persistent, to most people Robyn comes off as snobby at first glance. Her elite aura and ladylike behavior does not help to change this view. She has an adventurous side to her however, which opposes to this idea. Being raised in one of the greener parts of England, Robyn could often be found trailing off tracks to explore the area. She would always get bruised and stained while venturing out, much to her mother's disapproval who still has the idea her daughter is supposed to represent her family, one which has a long history. Robyn sometimes likes to rebel against her mother's view on the world which in her opinion is archaic, which has made their relation somewhat tense. Robyn now no longer runs off into the woods, but instead has made her escapades into the literary world. The girl loves reading and has developed an above average knowledge about English literature, specializing in what can be seen as the classics: Shakespeare, Mary Shelley, Oscar Wilde... Gimmick/Theme behind Powers: Storm Psychological weakness: It seems the gained ability has come at a price; the once balanced girl is now emotionally unstable. Robyn has developed anger issues and sometimes has panic attacks. The problems seem to have gotten worse after her father's death. She is starting to fear that at one time she may lose control and, in her words, end up like King Lear. Powers: Inheriting her powers from a storm sprite, Robyn is able to manipulate and create both lightning and wind. However, since the storm sprite has passed the powers in the form of a lightning strike, Robyn masters lightning better than wind by a considerable amount. Robyn mostly operates at long range as her powers require charging up. Her powers are greatly influenced by her emotions and vice versa: the longer Robyn uses her powers the more emotionally unstable she gets, mostly resulting in her getting enraged but occasionally in a panic attack. Lightning Strike – Robyn can cause discharges of electricity, which have effects ranging from devastating to very useful or even lifesaving. Average to larger discharges are easier for Robyn to create as these require little precision and focus. She may use these to harm her enemies or use them on electrical devices or other objects to destroy them. If she concentrates well and charges up long enough, she is able to produce huge bolts of lightning which she may use on large metal constructions to form a barrier. However discharges with this amount of power are very hard to control so Robyn hasn't fully mastered this yet. Although pointless at first glance, tiny discharges can actually be very helpful: they can be used on electrical objects to activate them (getting through an electrically secured door, starting a car) and even on people to revive them (think defibrillator). Needless to say, these actions are very risky and require utmost precision and patience. Because of this last aspect they aren't exactly an expertise Robyn; she has very little patience for most things. Static Electricity – More of a side effect of using her powers than an actual ability. When Robyn charges up the clouds in the area she creates a tension in the air which gives anyone a sense of calamity. People become restless and unfocused. Whips of Wind and Lightning – Robyn can use her ribbons to lash out at people, empowering them with either electricity and/or giving them a boost or lift using her control over wind. She may also use the ribbons to trip or capture people. Once captured she may then send electricity down the ribbons to shock her opponent. History: Robyn was born into one of the wealthier families in England. Her mother originates from a once influential family with a long history and her father was a successful business man. Although the house was spacious to say the least, it was never quiet or empty. There was always someone roaming the chambers and halls of the estate, so Robyn never felt alone. She had her two older brothers to play with and often had children from her school or neighborhood come over. She was a bright, playful child but got somewhat restricted in expressing these characteristics as she was raised to be a representable young lady. One summer day, Robyn had decided to go on a little camping trip with her friends not too far from home; the estate was adjacent to a large patch of woodland which seemed like the perfect location. However, as the hours went by, dark clouds settled in and before long rumbling could be heard in the distance. The children were in the middle of a game of hide-and-seek when thick drops of rain started to fall from the sky. Robyn was surrounded by pines, stretching out into the sky. She looked around for any trace of the other children while she tried to find her way back to the estate as quickly as possible, but knowing Robyn, she had trailed off way too far from the camping site. With every step she could hear the thunder drawing in and felt the wind increase in speed, tugging at her dress. Filled with fear the little girl ran through the forest, searching for a stretch of plane where the lightning had little chance of striking. Seeing no other options she stopped abruptly, kneeling down and making herself as small as possible. Flashes filled the sky, the air resonating around her like dark voices as she felt her heart beating wildly in her chest. One more burst. That was when she felt an agonizing sting in her chest. The lightning had struck her. Was she going to die? These thoughts flashed by her in what Robyn thought would be her last moments. But they weren't. The girl survived and she soon understood what had caused this miracle. Initiator of the storm, a sprite had decided to spare the girl and instead give her a part of its power as it deemed her body strong enough to house the energy. Still in shock, it took Robyn a few minutes to regain herself and stand up and walk again, to finally arrive at her house, where she was welcomed by her friends who had luckily all returned safe and sound. Robyn was eight when this happened. In the mean while things have changed for her. She has since learned of demons and practiced her abilities, albeit more out of boredom than out of need. More importantly though, her situation at home has also altered... Around the age of eleven doctors found out her father was terminally ill after he had collapsed at work. He would not live to see his daughter grow up; they give him two years, but even this estimate turned out to be longer than her father lasted. He passed away nine months into therapy. Her father's death left the family broken and it was obvious that things would never be the same again. Robyn's mother gained full custody over the children and inherited her husband's company. Having her hands full with three adolescents as well as a blooming business, she became more stressed and easier to snap out to people, including her daughter. Robyn in turn lost some of her softness and cheerfulness, replacing it by what can be seen as brashness. It was during these days that the girl sought refuge in her father's study. At first she came there just to be reminded of her father and the moments they had shared, later she became interested in the large collection of books that he had left behind. This was where her interest in literature was sparked. At present, Robyn is now fifteen years old and attends high school. She scores around average grades in most subjects, but excels in English and History. She doesn't have many friends; most of her former friends have left her, some because they have simply moved elsewhere or go to a different school, others for her change in attitude. New friends come scarce as most find her hard to approach. The few friends she has though she cherishes and Robyn is very loyal to them. Lately something has been stirring inside her, a feeling which cannot be fulfilled. A sensation which she can only describe as wanderlust, a desire for adventure; not just into the imaginary or dream world, but into the wild parts of the human world, the depths of the earth.</s> <\|message\|>Francesca Wells So this magical girl was the type to instantly go into danger at the slightest provocation, well that certainly made her job easier, though she had been planning to get in a little preemptive strike but being in so close certainly suited her demon abilities better. The girl was decently fast though as she quickly got into Francesca's face so she could insult her. She was admittedly a little confused about the 'oversized goat' comment but then remember in her demon form she had horns, though the rest of the comparison escaped her. "Well you're a cute one, you think that one up yourself." Her smirk remained as she mocked and stared down at the girl, eyes full of amusement. "Now let's see what you have on you and I'll give you a present while I'm at it." She clicked her heel on the rooftop, which caused part of the roof behind Terra to rise up behind her to block off any retreat. With that makeshift barrier up Francesca reached forward to grab hold of the magical girl with her strong hands, that looked somewhat like claws cause of her sharp fingernails. Reaching for her shoulders and neck she intended to start the corruption process as soon as she learned of her mental weakness through touch. It would only take a brief moment to skim her mind and find the right illusions to break down her will. Course the process would be easiest if she could manage to keep hold of the magical girl in her grip.</s> <\|message\|>Tali Toya The group around Tali seemed to be distracted enough to not notice her at all. She slinked down low to the ground and backed into the shadows. She crouched and watched them from this distance. Among the hectic scurrying all around her, she missed picking up on the nearby felines until now. The stray cats, tomcats, garbage dwellers, even the housecats stood at the window and stared down or scratched at the wall nearest her. She hoped they decided to stay in the shadows, on corners of buildings, and in the underbrush. She figured that they viewed her as some kind of alpha, but she knew if anything she is a beta. She watched closely as the children around her attacked the birds. They were strange and black and dissipated instead of just dying. She pieced a few things together that she learned and came to the conclusion that they were some kind of evil spirit, a little devil, something of the sort. She tried to remember what Forest Spirit told her. She moved only her eyes as she watched one big black bird fly around sporadically before changing direction - her direction. She readied herself in a low crouch, she crept along the wall with a sharp eye on the being. Tali channelled Wild Girl and wiggled her backside before leaping after one and pinning its dusty corpse to the ground. She grinned widely and pawed at another one, slapping it to the ground in one motion. It was strange - on the scale of power, it was equivalent to a cat smacking around some unlucky prey. She rolled over and grabbed one in her arms and broke its neck with her back legs. The rest of the girls seemed to be treating it like an office job but Tali was having a blast - even if she seemed to take every move very seriously.</s> <\|message\|>Hannah Schmidt Hannah's eyes lit up with joy as two of her fellow magicals tasted her culinary creations. It always made her so happy when others enjoyed what she created with her own two hands. Her face brightened even further when they thanked her for the snack, their compliments raising the pride she had for her own work. "No problem! I hope you enjoyed it!" the youngest magical girl replied to her seniors, the look in her eyes changing into one of wonder as one of the two flew high into the air and eliminated a large group of the bird-like demons with a burst of bright light. What a beautiful display. @Noxx The chocolatier nearly jumped in surprise as another magical girl appeared onto the scene, this one looking quite exhausted from her sprint. Nya the Taboo, as the older female introduced herself, gestured to one of her cookies, and asked if she could have one. Rather than answering with her words, Hannah walked over to the bent over teen, and placed the desired treat onto Nya's palm. "It's nice to meet you! I'm Hannah, the Princess Chocolatier!" the petite girl greeted the exhausted senior, closing the teen's hand around the treat and stealing a small peck on the older girl's cheek as she did so. "I hope we can become good friends in the future!" A good first impression is always the fastest way to a lasting relationship with another. At least, that's what her sister told her. She didn't really understand it, but Hannah knew that kisses from family left memories about them in her own mind, so she will do the same. The sound of metal impacting into the concrete in her immediate vicinity drew Hannah's attention from her newfound friend to one of the oldest females in the group. The familiar silver color of the older girl's hair matched both hers, Nya's, and her sister's. She never thought she would ever meet so many people with the same hair colors as her and her sibling, especially on the same day. The young girl, having noticed Naomi's troubled look, formed a small pillar of chocolate beneath her to bring her to eye level with the armored teen. "Are you okay? You don't very happy at all," Hannah remarked with more than a little worry, wondering what caused her fellow female such distress. Sure, it truly wasn't her business, and she didn't know anything about the teen, but sadness is a disease that no one should have. It is their duty as magical girls to alleviate this sickness from the world, the part exhuberated by demons anyway, and for one of them to be stricken with the illness was very troubling.</s>	<\|message\|>Robyn Adriana Bennett Robyn Bennett The girls' peaceful gathering was cut short when a group of bird-like creatures drew in, an ominous aura surrounding them. Robyn watched as torrents of water shot through a large number of them, vaporizing them on the spot. It seemed to have little effect nonetheless as the demons duplicated themselves at an alarming rate. Realization kicked in when a fellow magical girl called out for assistance. Almost instinctively Robyn lashed out with the ribbons adorning her outfit, sending electricity through them as they hit their targets. The birds shrieked as they let out their last breath and turned into dust, their remains immediately blown away by the wind. She didn't stop there as another wave commenced. The beasts appeared to emerge from every corner, arising from the shadows on the square. The demons now greatly outnumbered the magical children, but Robyn didn't feel threatened in the slightest; she was aware of her potential as was she of that of the others. With a fierce look in her eyes and a smirk lingering around her lips, she defensively took her position in front of the girl who had introduced herself as Aqua Tooth. Sparks formed within the girl's palms as she started to charge up. With a swift movement of her wrist lightning pierced several birds at once. Their screams of agony could barely be heard as they got overwhelmed by the sound of thunder following the blast. Graceful like a ribbon dancer Robyn moved around the blonde-haired girl, clearing every creature in her path, ensuring she could fully concentrate on her spell.</s>
<\|description\|>Reno Appearance (no real pictures): Age: 28 Gender: Male Race: Half-Elf Class: Monk/Berserker Ability: During his rage state, Reno gains a considerable amount of strength and agility, however his body becomes more easily fatigued. Personality: Reno can be described as quite easy going, cheerful, and at times pretty sharp tongued, he's quite loyal to his friends and colleagues and is willing to protect them. During combat, however, Reno is prone to insatiable rages that cause him to fight endlessly until either the enemy or he is dead. If he survives the conflict (Which he has until now), he will often go into a bout of confusion and amnesia for a few moments before regaining his senses. This rage only happens when he begins to rely on instinct rather than his martial prowess. Despite his 'punch first, ask questions later' methods of communicating with those he considers to be suspicious, he is still quite intelligent in a broad kind of way. Who you were: Reno was a mercenary for hire, and he was often hired for extermination missions due to his reputation as a blood-thirsty, unstoppable killer. He was born into a family that lived in a temple within the mountains. Here he learned almost all of his skills as a martial artist. Most of the teachings of self control were lost when his colleagues were mercilessly killed during a escort mission that he had been hired to join. The very first mission he ever had. He went berserk, killing his assailants with the same mercilessness, tearing them apart with his bare hands. After a few years of his violent escapades as a mercenary, his awoke. He couldn't remember what had happened, but he knew he was a slave. And his last day alive was ahead of him. His shackles were tighter than most of the other slaves, his arms shackled together in clasps without even an inch of room to move. His body was wrapped be a chain around his torso, further securing his arms in place.</s> <\|message\|>NPC List The Story Begins... There's the slow rustle of brush as Tychus and your band march through the Belgo Steppe's tall grass. The sun is slowly starting to rise overhead. A fraction of your personal weariness flees, motivated by the sight of that bright, yellow light in the sky. In the distance, you can see wild horses graze, gnawing at the grass, while craggy outcrops in the landscape dominate the background. You've been traveling towards the crags for the past few hours in relative silence, only speaking when necessary lest you draw attention to yourself. "We're almost there, lads." the husky and raspy voice of the elderly Tychus rings out. The sun reveals the man in more detail than you'd seen previously. He stands at an average height with long, white hair and a bushy mustache. His eyes are a dark brown, and there's a certain crookedness to his nose. From the many scars decorating his face, you can tell he's seen plenty of action in his prime. Moreover, he's armed to the teeth. He carries a longsword in his calloused hands, a rapier at his side, and two long knives holstered on his back underneath his long, leather trench coat. He was definitely prepared for the worst. Your not sure where this old man is taking you, but he's the only chance you have to get to freedom. He mentioned earlier that he would enlighten you once the group had reached his "safe haven". What this means to you, you have no idea. About a half a mile away from the outcrops, Tychus holds up a hand, stopping the group. "Do you smell that?" he asks, suddenly taking audible whiffs of the air. To those of an ordinary sense of smell, there was only the sweet scent of lilacs and honeysuckle wafting through the air. To those with a more keen sense, there was a tinge of sulfur intermingling in the air. A growl emits from the old man and his dark eyes shift to the west. "Shit. We've got company." he mutters. He beckons you to start jogging. A quarter mile left, you can make out the rocky landscape that lays before you. It's mostly barren with the exception of the occasional shrub. Before you can make it closer though, an intense smell of sulfur permeates the air and a guttural tone echoes out. "In the name of the Grand Marquess, drop your weapons and surrender!" To your left, a giant of man stands a few hundred feet away in a great suit of ebony armor. In his hands, he carries a gigantic mallet. You're left bewildered as to how you missed this man approaching. "They sent these guys?! ...Shit!" Tychus swears loudly, readying his longsword. Apparently, he had not expected whoever these people were to be here. As soon as he says this, a gorgeous, white haired woman slinks out from the grass to your right. In one hand she holds an elegantly shaped blade, while the other grips a similarly ornate spear. She wears a white dress with little armor decorating her form. "Of course. Did you think they would have sent rookies to defeat the legendary Shadow Reaver? Especially after what you did back at the prison camp? Tch. They're offering a million sovereigns for your head. Each one of them is worth an extra hundred thousand." the woman calls out, ice in her tone as she slowly approaches the group. It's evident these two are bounty hunters come to collect you or execute you. "All of you, run towards the crags. These two are way above your skill right now. You'll find a passageway in there that will take you to where you'll find answers. I'll hold these guys off... Just don't die." Tychus orders you, frustration tinging his voice. At once, he charges the woman, sword pounding against her spear. As though conjured by magic, 4 exact duplicates of the old sword master rise from the shadows. 3 rush toward the overtly large knight, while the last one starts swinging wildly at the woman. Knowing you are no use right now, it's best you do what he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Horace Upland The last few hours had felt like a dream. Horace had imagined his escape from the camp more than a hundred times. While he lied on his back for the night and found a comfortable place to set his shackled wrists, he would stare upward and imagine the warden arriving to inform him he had been pardoned. Or perhaps a great earthquake would crack the walls and allow him to escape. Sometimes it turned out that the Archtemplar was not dead after all, he'd merely gotten stuck in the privy and was too ashamed to admit it. Last night, he'd ended his day as he'd ended every other: dispirited and in pain. One of the guards—the female one who'd be fetching if she could stop scowling for a half minute—had pulled him aside to hand him his usual string of questioning. By now, Horace had given up telling them that he knew nothing. He just made untoward comments and gave bitter welcome to his new round of bruises. Gods, he might have been able to stand it if he could remember something! DID he kill that bleeding bastard? He didn't feel capable of murder, but perhaps that was hidden in his fogged memory as well. But now, suddenly, none of that mattered. Instead of being executed, he found himself in tow behind a mysterious stranger. A man with the power to almost single handedly (or was it all him?) disable the slave camp and help him and the others escape. Horace should have been relieved, elated, but he found he was only numb. He would be grateful, perhaps, when he understood what was happening. The amnesia was still gripping him, and just as before, he had no control over his situation. None. What fate was he walking to now? What would happen if he fled? Not that he had the energy for it. Not yet, anyway. When the man spoke for the first time in a long quiet span, Horace lifted his head warily. All he could smell was the flowering plantlife, a scent that would from this day forward remind him of his freedom. If he wasn't killed horrifically by tomorrow. Horace's attention gradually sharpened into alarm as the situation began to slide apparently out of the stranger's control. He gritted his teeth when he noticed the armored knight, and not for the first time he felt Death's icy presence looming behind him, readying her scythe. Horace nearly choked on his own breath when the woman appeared as well, armed for combat. She was easy on the eyes, but probably not on the torso, by the look of that spear. A hundred and seventy pounds of uselessness, he clenched his hands into fists and waited for direction from the stranger. What else could he do? "What—?!" Horace looked off into the crags, hesitating. Why was the stranger making it sound as if he'd have to find his answers alone? He could handle himself in a fight, couldn't he? Would he catch up with them later? He had to. Either way, Horace couldn't stand here in indecision. "Well… you neither, mate! I expect to see you again!" With a glance to the other prisoners escaped from the camp, he began to jog offward. He wouldn't run until he was sure the others would be coming with him. "C'mon, do as 'e says," he beckoned. Whether they would choose to be his allies or not, Horace didn't want to flee alone. "I assume the man knows what he's doin'!"</s> <\|message\|>Dotazaic Nobleforge It's never as clean or as easy as you hear in the stories, not that Dotazaic could actually remember any of the stories specifically at the moment. Prison break stories were always a popular source of entertainment at some of the less reputable taverns that he had been 'invited' to over the years, and there was a common issue with all of them: ending the tale with the escape cuts out all the truly hard bits. No story that Dotazaic had ever heard had mentioned the grueling hours of fleeing on foot, constantly looking over your shoulder in fear of the mounted soldiers who were no doubt out there looking for you, nor the constant paranoia that gripped your thoughts on that walk. Could this have been staged to lower my guard? Was I broken out just so I could be punished further or subjected to a far crueler fate than the executioners axe? These thoughts and more occupied Dotazaic's thoughts as his body wearily followed the group of escapees through the grasslands behind their apparent savior. Fortunately, before his paranoid and fatigued mind could convince him to do something immensely stupid like running off into the grasslands, his thoughts were interrupted by the man who called himself Tychus, who announced that they had company. Nowhere near tall enough to be able to see over the top of the rest of the group in front him in order to catch a glimpse of their adversaries, Dotazaic instead searched the ground for anything that could be used as a makeshift weapon. Finding nothing of any use to him, he quietly cursed to himself about how stupid he was not to have grabbed something from the prison camp on his way out. Anything at all would have been more useful than the grass and dirt that seemed to be the only things to hand. Then he caught sight of their opponents and all thoughts of fighting left him. Off in the distance he could see an enormous plate-clad figure who was holding a warhammer which had a head the size of his entire torso; one hit from that thing would very definitely spell the end for him. However, the woman who slid from her hiding place in the grasses was the one who really caught his attention and got his heart properly racing with fear. She carried an air of casual lethality about her, but more than that, he got the feeling that even encumbered with weapons as she was, there was no way he could escape her alone. Even accounting for the height disparity, Dotazaic was confident in being able to out-sprint a being in full plate armor, but he felt there would be no escape from this woman. Nonetheless, when he heard the urgency in Tychus' voice when he told them all to flee, he didn't stick around to question the order. He knew perfectly well how useless he would be in his current state; even if he had a weapon to hand he wasn't sure he'd know how to use it, let alone keep up with Tychus. All in all, he'd just be a hindrance here, and he had every mind to put as much distance between these bounty hunters and his scalp as he possibly could. Hearing the human escapee call back to the group, Dotazaic replied as he ran past him. The stilt was only jogging. Typical. "You don't need to tell me, lad. Now put those legs to good use before you catch a spear to the torso..."</s>	<\|message\|>Reno Reno's mind felt as though he'd been in a daze for the past few hours. His execution was nearing, and his bindings and chains as tight as ever, cutting into the flesh of his arms more than it had been for the past few weeks. Someone had helped him, among others, escape from the hell hole. Who it was, wasn't really on his mind, as he operated on instinct rather than cognitive thought. He hadn't spoken at all since they had escaped, he didn't know anyone here. He expected all of them to be killed by now. Soon his mind started to clear, shaking off the extreme negativity that held it. Those thoughts lingered, but he felt more alive as they walked through the grasses. He didn't know where they were going, neither did he care. As long as he was out of there and free, he thought he'd be okay. He observed the man that had saved them. His hair was white, much like Reno's. Probably because he's old. he chuckled inwardly. When the man mentioned a smell, he sniffed the air. Although he didn't know what it was, it was an odd smell that lingered among the smell of flowers and grass. A familiar smell. But he didn't know where he knew it was from. The man beckoned them to start jogging, but Reno opted to take longer strides. No need to tire yourself before anything happens. It wasn't long before they were ambushed by a giant knight. Reno had noticed that the smell was stronger than before, but he didn't think that such a huge man would escape his vision. The metal man shouted at them to drop their weapons, but Reno merely shrugged, his gesture hindered by his tight shackles. "No weapons here." He replied simply. The first thing he said since they had left was an 'astute' observation of his own equipment. Nice one. A woman spoke from the right, his head instinctively turned to look at her. More people with white hair! He smirked, but this time she was young. Beautiful. He could appreciate the aesthetic of the blades, but he wasn't sure about the practicality. But this wasn't time for an analysis. Beautiful woman with sharp things. Big metal man with giant hammer. Bad situation? Yeah, maybe. When the man told them to flee, Reno hesitated. He could feel a thrill course through him. He wanted to join in. He shook his head to regain some cognitive function, nodding slightly. "Alright. See ya later." And with that he sprinted off toward the crags, passing by everyone in a tunnel vision. He didn't bother looking back, for if he did, he might not be able to stop himself from trying to join. He didn't know why he felt this way, it wasn't like he had any combat capability. None that he knew of. Even if he did want to join, he couldn't.</s>
<\|description\|>Bolin A laid-back and easygoing individual with an infectious enthusiasm for life. He possesses a friendly demeanor and tends to be more optimistic than his companions, often finding the positive in even the most dire situations. Despite being somewhat naive at times, he's incredibly loyal and supportive towards Korra and their friends, always ready to lend a helping hand when needed. His green eyes and dark hair add to his charming appearance, making him an appealing companion for those around him.</s> <\|description\|>Korra A young woman with striking blue eyes and short, spiky hair. She has an imposing physical stature, given her ability to perform powerful bending techniques. As the Avatar, she carries a heavy responsibility and often shows signs of stress due to this burden. However, underneath that seriousness lies a zeal for adventure and exploration which she shares with her friends. She also has a playful side that shines through in moments of relaxation or when she's around people she trusts deeply.</s> <\|narrator\|>Korra and Bolin are on an airship exploring the world after saving it from various threats. They visit Zaofu, a metal city with unique architectural features. The pair explore the city and meet Suyin Beifong, who turns out to be related to Lin Beifong. Korra is excited about their travels and plans to find something useful for her friends back home. Meanwhile, Bolin notices the difference between Zaofu's air and Republic City's, which he finds refreshing. He also wonders if the city has any good food spots worth trying out.</s> <\|message\|>Bolin Being the Avatar was a tough job. Nobody seemed to give a shit about whether or not you had good reasons for anything when you did something that messed with people's lives. Most specifically, the spirits were causing more than a few problems in the Heart of Republic City, and she wasn't solving them fast enough for the likes of President Raiko, who'd exiled the Avatar -- the bridge between worlds, and the most powerful bender alive -- from Republic City. Korra had been at a loss for what to do. She had mastered firebending, waterbending, earthbending, and even airbending... and had even started to master the more spiritual aspects of her position. But now she was left with nothing to do. Well, almost nothing. Her entire life had been spent at either the South Pole or in Republic City, never even setting foot in any other land. Aang, and every Avatar before him, had traveled the world extensively, searching far and wide. It hadn't been too hard to get an airship and borrow a small crew (courtesy of Asami), but Mako and Asami had duties in the city... which had left her with Bolin. Korra liked Bolin, but she'd hoped for some of the others. But Tenzin, Asami, Mako... just about everyone they knew had lives back in the city, the city Korra couldn't legally return to (not that that would stop her for even a half second if she actually wanted to return). So there they were, floating over Earth Kingdom territory. Korra had taken to an observation deck off the front of the airship, below and just in front of the bridge, a metal lip with a railing they could easily step off of once the ship landed. Korra was sitting on the railing, glancing out over the vast world as her hair whipped out behind her. They planned to visit the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom, plus some of the more independent areas that made up their world.</s> <\|message\|>Korra Bolin This was awesome! Ever since Bolin had first met Korra it had been one string of adventures after another, and now he and Pabu were on an airship going off to travel the world with the avatar, and do... well avatar things! It was all so new and exciting and he hadn't been this happy about something since Korra had joined the fire ferrets back when they had first met. Lifting up Pabu he leaned back against the cold metal. "Bolin and Korra on a brand new adventure, I tell you little buddy it does not get much better then this!" Pabu blinked slightly as Bolin talked to him nodding and then scrambling up his arm and down into his shirt where it was more warm. Letting out a small sigh he walked out of his room, and along the halls of the airship. Asami really had pulled out all the stops for this airship, aside from the full crew at their disposal, they also had just about every comfort and need that he could think of. His mind drifted back to when he was just growing up as a kid in the streets of republic city. It was a little hard for him to put it all in perspective just a year and a few months ago he and his brother had been a set of nobodies trying to make it in the pro bending circut surviving off instant foods. Now they had a crew that included a chief that cooked for them, and a galley on an air ship that was almost always full of food. Oh and there was also the fact that he was a super famous mover star. Lost in thought he found himself walking absentmindedly out onto the deck, and finding himself standing behind Korra as he felt the rush of wind bring him back to his senses. His eyes went a little wide as he walked out onto the sun deck and grabbed hold of the rails. Aside from their trip to the north pole he had never really left republic city all that often, and now he had the chance to see the rest of the earth Kingdom. The fields and sky stretched as far as the eye could see, and he couldn't help but smile a little as he looked out over everything. "Wow." The word escaped him and yet seemed to sum up everything about the situation. "If Mako and the others could see this." He shook his head realizing who he had just mentioned. He glanced away from Korra sharply. "Sorry, I uhm." He wondered if he should back away from this conversation and just apologize. He didn't know if things were still sore between Korra and Mako.</s> <\|message\|>Bolin Korra didn't seem to realize that she had been joined on the deck until she heard a very familiar voice behind her, trying to apologize about something. She'd been distracted recently -- but who could blame her? Ever since they'd taken down Unalaq and the boundary between the human world and the spirit world, things had been so different. It was... a good change. Or at least she thought it was -- but everyone else didn't seem to think so. "Oh, hey Bolin," Korra said as she spun around on the railing, settling her hands on her knees as she regarded her friend. They'd all been together for a while now, fighting Amon, saving the world from Vaatu... and now here they were, the world in front of them and nothing to do with it. It felt... strange. At least she was glad to have some company. She would have gone crazy alone. "Wanna sit with me for a bit?" Korra asked, giving him a little smile as she gestured over to the railing beside her. "About the only thing to do in this big city is to look at the view. Not that it's not great," Korra said, glancing away from Bolin, pretty blue eyes drinking in the world as the light played across her features. If nothing else, she seemed... relaxed. More than she'd been in a while, though there was still some sort of tension there. Doing things, fighting bad guys, might always have been stressful... but it was better than doing nothing. Korra craved action, adventure! She had a zeal and a zest for life that few could match.</s> <\|message\|>Korra "It's not so bad up here," Bolin said as he joined Korra in the activity of gazing out into the world. It was kind of hard to say where they were going since they had no direct mission. It honestly felt a little weird after spending months together saving the world, and stopping an entire war they were suddenly faced with an absence of activity, and what was worse was the team was once again separated. "I mean, it's kinda like a giant vacation, and come on after saving the world and facing off against the dark avatar you deserve a bit of a break." He said with a small shrug. It probably wasn't what she wanted to hear, but at the same time it was the truth of the situation, Korra may still be the Avatar, but she was still human. Everyone needed a break some days. Bolin's green eyes were practically glowing in the sunlight, his dark hair helped to take attention off of his slightly more pale skin tone. The bright light helped give him a strong aura around him as he looked at Korra for a moment admiring her in a small way. Really he was glad that he was a part of Team Avatar, because without Korra and the rest of them... he really wouldn't have anything else. His pro bending career had ended in second place followed by a humiliating pre-tourney elimination, and he had only been a mover star because of Varrick who had been setting him and Asami up. Without Korra, he would be a washed out nobody by now. "It's not so bad doing nothing," Bolin continued, "and really Korra look around us. We're traveling the world doing the Avatar thing! This is gonna be great. Just you, me, Naga, and Pabu out to see and do everything. Sure we got no crises to solve, no real plan of anything now that I think about it, oh, and no goal, and your the Avatar so you must be under like constant pressure or need to do something but... I'm not helping am I?" Bolin let out a long sigh as he realized he was letting his mouth run again.</s> <\|message\|>Bolin "... yeah, it's beautiful up here," Korra said as she spun back around on the railing. She didn't seem to have any fear up here -- but when one was a fully realized Avatar, capable of inhuman bending at the drop of a hat... well, falling wasn't much of a danger to her, after all. Still, she wrapped her hands tight about the railing, her legs crossing and resting on the lip of steel beneath her. As Bolin rambled on, all Korra could do was laugh gently to herself, her blue eyes sparkling as she glanced down at him, wrapped around the bars as he was. "Thanks, Bolin. I know you're just trying to help," she said, her smile lingering on him for a moment before her gaze cut away to the distant horizon. "... sorry for being kind of a downer. It's just... I know what Aang wanted more than anything was to try and make sure Republic City was a good place to live for everyone. And it just seems like for everything I did right for it, I also did something wrong. You know?" She was still wondering if leaving the portals open had been the right move. The worlds needed to coexist, but they were doing so in a very obtrusive way. It wasn't necessarily a BAD thing, but adjusting was proving difficult for the people that were most affected by it. "But you got a point. Seeing the rest of the world... that's also what I'm supposed to do as Avatar, right?" she asked. First was the Earth Kingdom, the biggest part of their world, bordering Republic City given that it had formerly been Earth Kingdom territory. "I guess there's not just trouble back home, huh? Maybe I'll find something to do while I'm out here. Heh..." she grinned ruefully to herself. "... maybe not. The world would probably be better off without another big crisis, huh? Last thing we need is another whackjob like Amon or Unalaq."</s> <\|message\|>Korra Bolin and Mako had been two of the people who had been displaced by the now wild vines and spirits who were living in republic city, which hadn't been all bad. Bolin had lived with Tenzin and his family along with Korra for a little while, and that had been great, the kids were fun to deal with and it was nice to be a part of a bigger family for once instead of the streets that he and Mako had lived in nearly their entire lives. So for him, while there had been a change, it had been enjoyable. "People will come around, and see your getting it," Bolin said, being optimistic about Korra's decision. He had faith in her that keeping the portals open had been a smart idea, and while they wouldn't be able to go back too republic city for a while, there was a lot they could do out here in the world away from it. Korra was a bit of a downer, but that was what Bolin was for. He gave her a broad smile as he looked out at the horizon and felt the infinite possibilities of the world as they were opening up around them. And he did have to agree with one thing: They could honestly do with some rest and relaxation before the next world-ending event happened. As the Airship rounded out into a valley, Bolin's eyes widened even further as he let out another "wow." They were approaching a city that was unlike anything he had ever seen before, made of three main structures each constructed to look like a flower in bloom, all made out of metal and twisted into such a way that they were both grand and majestic - it was unlike any city that Bolin had ever seen before. "What is that?" He said, still in awe of the city.</s> <\|message\|>Bolin Korra sucked in a deep breath, turning around on the railing with a sudden smile. "You're right. You're right! This isn't a time to get all mopey." She had saved the world, even if people were whining about what decision she'd made next. But she was a bridge between the two worlds, and it had been her duty to try and bring the world back to a semblance of the balance it had once known, the sort of balance that Wan had fought for so hard back when he had first fused with Raava. And though she could not reach back through time and speak to Wan -- or any of the other Avatars for that matter -- she had to hold it as true that she had done the right thing. Otherwise, she was going to go crazy and mope some more all over the place. And that wasn't what she did. "Thanks, Bolin. You always know what to say," she said, socking him once on the arm (perhaps a little too hard, considering), giving him a wide grin as she saw his eyes fill with awe. Very slowly, Korra twisted on her heel in order to look out at the majesty of the city of Zaofu. "... I have no idea," she breathed, leaning out over the side of the railing, her eyes taking in the great metallic flower on the horizon. Immediately, she ran over to the side and hit the button on the intercom -- they were linked all over the ship, going directly back to the bridge. "Hey, Captain! Can we land there?" Korra asked, sounding more excited than she had in a good bit. There was a moment of static on the other end, Korra looking apprehensive before: "Good to go." The airship turned ponderously toward Zaofu, ferrying them onward to their impromptu destination. Korra made her way back over to Bolin, blue eyes shining. "Zaofu -- I can't wait to see what kind of place this is," she said.</s> <\|message\|>Korra "Ow!" Bolin rubbed his shoulder as he took the punch. Sometimes he had to seriously question if Korra knew her own strength. That was probably going to leave a bruise. Still seeing her smile like that was actually kind of worth the pain that he took from the hit. His eyes were pulled away from the view of the new city for a moment linguring on Korra as she admired the view, old feelings of attraction came back to the surface for a moment as he admired Korra in the glow of the sunlight, but quickly shook his head and snapped away when she went to the intercom. You already know where that road goes Bolin, don't get caught up in that again.He thought blinking for a moment as he gripped the hand railings and watched the city below them start to get bigger as the Airship shifted coarse and got permission to land. Immediately the feelings were forgotten and in there place came the blind excitement of a brand new city to explore. Getting to his feet as he felt the airship shift and move as it slowed down and started to descend. "See Korra this is what I am talking about. A brand new city to explore. They probably have new exotic foods. Oh and cheap nick knacks!" The ship took a little while to land as and get tied down into the metal city finally coming to a rest so that Korra and Bolin could walk off, and when they were they were greeted by one face who was kinda familiar looking. Suyin Beifong looked like a kinder slightly younger version of her sister, right down to the grey hair and bright green eyes. Though Bolin couldn't place it she looked instantly familiar to him. The woman walked forward and gave a polight bow towards Korra. "Greetings Avatar Korra I am Suyin Beifong, it is an honor to have you here in Zaofu."</s> <\|message\|>Bolin "Haha, maybe we can grab some stuff for people back home? Maybe we can find something for Meelo to annoy Tenzin with," Korra said with a wicked little smile. Yeah, she was back -- Bolin had always been good at dragging her out of the dumps when everything seemed dark. It was his talent, and kept the relatively more serious Korra, Asami, and Mako from being too down. "Let's go see what it's like," Korra said, reaching out to grab Bolin in a one-armed hug. She almost seemed like she was about to jump off the side with him in tow, but she managed to keep herself nice and steady on the side of the airship. Perhaps she wasn't as excited as he was, but she really wanted to get up and stretch her legs some. Understandably, Korra didn't do well with confinement. The moment they had landed and were out on the metal docks, Korra was sucking in deep breaths. Despite the buildings looking more artificial than Republic City's, the air was far fresher. She sucked in a great lungful of it, exhaling with a grin that just wouldn't stop, only pausing when an older woman arrived to greet them. Korra bowed respectfully, fist to palm, peeking at Suyin with one blue eye when she heard "Beifong". "Wait... like Toph Beifong?" Korra asked. It made sense with all the metal, which meant: "Are you Lin's sister?" Korra asked, looking for a moment mystified. Suyin's face froze for a split second in surprise before it rapidly gentled. "Ah, yes... Lin and I are sisters. Though we've not seen one another in many years." She hesitated for a single moment, glancing between Korra and Bolin. "How... is she?"</s>	<\|message\|>Korra As Korra pulled Bolin into the hard hug, some of the air he had been holding in his lungs got knocked out of him. Korra's strength, even with one arm, was crushing, but he hardly cared; rather, he was happy just to see Korra out of her funk and acting like the headstrong Avatar that he admired and worked with. "Crushing...air," his voice squeaked as she constricted his lungs a little too much. However, despite the air escaping him and the crushing strength of Korra's arms, he was more than happy to be in the hug of one of his closest friends, and seeing Korra back at her full strength brought some of his own strength back. He was also very grateful that she contained herself and didn't throw him and her off of the ship as it landed. Walking alongside Korra, Bolin took a deep breath and noticed something very odd about the air in Zaofu compared to the air in Republic City. Mostly, he could breathe it without it tasting weird. "So that's what air is supposed to smell like... I had no idea." "Oh Lin is great," Bolin said. "She's a big, mean, kinda scary chef-slash-police officer in Republic City." He didn't have a lot of interactions with Lin, but he certainly knew stories from Mako's side of things where Lin had been very accepting of the former street punk turned police officer story. "So uh... Where exactly are we? I mean, I've never heard of a metal city like this before." Not even in his wildest dreams had he thought something like Zaofu was possible, even with metal bending; it seemed to have everything from pools and gardens to its organic metal design. The city itself was an amazing feat of bending and engineering. It was starting to warp his mind, so instead his mind jumped to a much simpler topic. "And does it have any food?"</s>
<\|description\|>Garret Lancaster Nicknames: Age: 20 Gender: Male Level: 1 Class: Legendary Hero Hero Class: Shield Specializations: Buffing/Debuffing, Healing, Brewing Magic Affinity: Healing and Support Appearance: Biography: A college student from the U.S., Garret was a generally easy going young man that spent most of the time simply coasting through school. He is the child of a middle class family, with both of his parents still being together. He also had a younger sister, but due to an unfortunate accident when he was younger, she lost her life. Though there wasn't really anything he could have done to prevent it and nobody blaming him, Garret still finds himself affected by his sister's loss. It is likely due to that that he finds himself quick to jump at the chance to help someone else when he can. Working as a part timer at a local cafe while going to classes, his relaxed and helpful nature was a welcomed comfort for the patrons. One rainy night, Garret was leaving work after staying late to help clean up. As he was hurrying home, he sees a young woman trying to rush across the street with her head down in an attempt to keep the downpour from hitting her face. Unfortunately, this prevented her from seeing an oncoming car that was driving to fast and began to lose control from the wet road. Garret, without a second thought, rushed into the street, shoving the woman out of the way. He was not so lucky, as in the second after that he was struck and sent flying, losing his life in that instant. But even as he felt he was fading away, he felt something else pull him away. --- Preferred Weapon(s): Shield Appearance of Weapon: Abilities of Weapon: shield-hero.fandom.com/wiki/Legendary… --- Skills/Abilities: Name of Skill: Abilities of Skill: Downsides of Skill: ---- Inventory:</s> <\|message\|>Elysia --- Interacting With: Myrila(@Hammerman) & Griffon(@Infichi) --- OK, she successfully made it in. Elysia roamed around the great hall trying her best to seem inconspicuous. She kept catching herself admiring the interior though. Everything was grander and more beautiful than anything she had ever seen. However, she needed to stay focused. If anyone figured out she wasn't suppose to be here let alone that she was a demi-human it'd probably be over for her. So far though no one seemed to pay much attention to her. They probably thought she had been brought by one of the older adventurers as some sort of trainee. She was walking around lifting a coin or two as she went. She had to be careful. Removing to much weight from their pouches and they'd easily notice. She also wasn't entirely sure how aware of things adventurers were. This was the first real time she had been around any. Everything was going well until she felt a shiver run down her spine. Over time working with Teacher she had gotten to where she had like a sixth sense for anytime someone got a look at her ears. It was ingrained into her by Teacher to keep her ears out of sight at all times. She knew that the majority of people in this kingdom weren't exactly the friendliest to her kind. Frantically she looked around until her eyes locked onto a woman who was looking right at her. Did she see my ears?! Elysia watched the lady out of the corner of her eyes trying to determine what to do. She seemed to be staying put, so maybe she didn't notice. Just to be safe, Elysia tugged on the front of the hood to try and better cover the top of her head. Unfortunately, by doing so she tugged the back of the cloak up a bit to high and just at the bottom her tail barely poked out so if anyone was looking down at her they had a chance of noticing such. Elysia was still watching the woman when some guy just walked up to her looking at her staff. She couldn't hear them but it seemed as if they were talking to each other. I need to figure out if she knows. Elysia walked near them trying to figure out what they were talking about. It seemed as if they were just meeting and talking about her staff. She listened to the mans introduction of himself. Huh, if that's true then maybe he has some good coin on him. But if he's that good I can't just do a simple lift. I'd have to switch his coin with something about the same size and weight. She checked her own personal belongings to see if she had anything that may work so she missed out on hearing how all of that nonsense was an obvious lie. All I have is bread and a rag. That wouldn't work. Either way that lady is looking right at him. If she saw my ears she obviously wouldn't miss me doing a switch if it was in her line of sight. I'll just have to get close to them and wait for a good opening. It'll help me see what that lady knows as well. Elysia thought over her options and decided that acting like a child lost in the beauty of the great hall would be a good way to get in on their conversation. She turned her back to them and began backing up towards them holding her head high looking at the inside with an awestruck look on her face. She made sure that they could see her face but not her ears and kept backpedaling until she 'bumped' into one of them. She quickly stepped forward and spun around, "Oh, I'm sorry. I was told not to bother anyone but this place is beautiful I kinda just forgot to watch where I was going. Sorry."</s> <\|message\|>Griffon Fellbender Griffon's eye twitched a little as the woman spoke to him... she couldn't know it was fake, He felt insulted... Well it's not as though he really did those things, but he has saved people and he has been on adventures! And he was a damn good blacksmith if he did say so himself, which he mostly did. But that was beside the point, "You should be a bit more polite with others Miss. When someone introduces themselves you're supposed to-" He was cut off however, when a little girl bumped into them. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was told not to bother anyone but this place is beautiful I kinda just forgot to watch where I was going. Sorry." "Ah. It's no problem." Griffon sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "Sheesh even little kids huh? I guess the kingdom is pretty desperate... makes me wonder how strong these waves are." He got down to eye level with the little kid before him. "You sure you should be here? It's pretty dangerous." He smiled looking at the little kid before him. "Or did you maybe get lost looking for your parents? I can help you find them if you'd like. My name's Griffon." @Hammerman</s> <\|message\|>Myrila Astinili Hearing he criticized her of being impolite just made her even madder towards him. "How dare you to say that when you're the one approaching me uninvited. You didn't even bother to ask for my permission before you started to examine my staff. That is far more rude than merely refusing to give one's name to an ill-mannered complete stranger like you," she retorted. It was in her personality to always be frank about such matters, especially when her opponent was someone below her stature. Suddenly, their conversation was interrupted by a cloaked young girl bumping into them. As she apologized, Myrila quickly recognized her as the demi-human girl she noticed earlier. "Hey you, little girl, wait," she told her with a stern expression. "You're a demihuman, aren't you?" @alexfangtalon</s> <\|message\|>Elysia --- Interacting With: Myrila(@Hammerman) & Griffon(@Infichi) --- Elysia looked at the man as he spoke. So, far so good. Sure he thought it was weird for a child to be here but he wasn't going off to tell anyone about her and was talking to her. "I'm Elysia. I am allowed to be here. I'm an adventurer in training and my teacher is here to join with a hero." Any lie was a risk, but so far, despite this guy supposedly being a great adventurer, seemed like he wasn't too bright. How would a lost child end up in this place anyway? Maybe all the talk about adventurers being so amazing was just exaggeration. She was beginning to think that it would be very easy to get away with this until the lady spoke up. Elysia had the hunch that she might know but she never expected the lady would just blurt it out. Upon hearing the question her eyes had gone wide for a moment and her faux-smile dropped but it didn't last long. She switched to a nervous smile and looked down to the ground, "Umm, I was told not to tell anyone but I don't feel comfortable lying. Uhh, yes I'm a demi-human. I'm not from Melromarc and my teacher told me as long as I was in this country I should try and keep it a secret." Elysia looked up at the lady clasping her hands together. "Please, don't tell anyone. I don't like to believe in prejudice but I've heard scary things about what this country does to my kind." It was certainly dangerous to outright admit to them what she was but trying to deny it could've ended worse. May as well play the sweet innocent girl for now.</s> <\|message\|>Cole Smith @Spectral "Well I can't say I know everything about this ritual. I am still just an acolyte all things considered. However I know enough about you too answer those questions. First off Mister Shield Hero. It would seem that you are wondering why we choose you? Well we didn't choose you; fate, or the magic of this ritual did. I don't know what your world is like but I can only assume that you have stories about heroes from another world in yours? Its similar to those except the ritual picks at random heroes, and we work with what we have. Only people that are summoned by those rituals we do like this one allow us to get heroes to use those weapons in your hands. The Spear, Sword, Shield and Bow." Hans explained quickly as he turned to the Bow Hero and his face became a bit more serious, "Well you can try killing yourself but that is something I don't recommend. You're here like it or not. The only way to return home is to defeat the waves. The first one hasn't hit yet but it will soon about two weeks if I remember correctly. There will be many of them spread out across god knows how long. You either defeat them, or you die. Its as bad as it sounds but we're also backed into a wall so blame this world if you must but this is your allotted fate. As I said to the Shield Hero, we did not choose you specifically." Hans stated as the spear hero finally spoke up, her voice loud, and very angry. "What a load of fucking horse shit. Fucking nerds think you can just rip people from their worlds?! What a load of bullshit! From whatever I don't know how to use this stupid pointy stick so I don't got many options in the matter but don't expect me to just help you because I'm some destined 'hero. I expect to be rewarded for my work! You got me? Rin Matsunaga DOESN'T do charity work." growled the spear hero as she slammed the hilt of her spear onto the ground. Hans stepped back slightly and smiled apologetically, "I am in no place to barter. I am not a member of the royal house. The King will see too you if you would follow the guards to your destination." Hans stated as he gestured with his left arm to the door. Cole sighed, and looked over to the spear hero, he wondered just exactly what life would be like from now on...if what they said was true they had no choice but to fight this war for these people. "Guys if what he is saying is true we have no reason to badger him much more. It would be for the best that we just simply meet with the 'King' of the land. We may as well be blowing smoke if we keep going forward." Cole recommended as he chose to lead the way taking the first steps out towards the door to the hall. The soldiers nodded and moved to escort the Sword Hero. The Spear Hero spit on the floor and glared at the two still near her, "Come on you micro virgins you better not waste my time by arguing. Don't know you pricks but I don't see any options other than meeting this king so come on." Rin Matsunaga growled as she moved forward quickly in a very brisk walk. ---- Spear Hero:</s> <\|message\|>Myrila Astinili Hearing the little girl's response immediately made Myrila feel sorry for her. She very well knew how prejudiced some of the kingdom could be against demihumans. She found it to be a foolish notion herself, judging an entire race of people just from their physical form. She had met more unpleasant humans over demihumans, though that might just be because the latter was rare in this country altogether. "It's alright, little one," she said as she bent over slightly, resting her hand on the demihuman's shoulder with a smile. "I wouldn't tell if you don't want to. Your secret is safe with me. With us," she added, giving a 'Don't you dare telling' glare towards Griffon. @Infichi</s>	<\|message\|>Garret Lancaster As the two other heroes start heading towards the stairs, Garret finds himself scratching at the back of his head, sighing at the little information that was given to them. Not to mention the rather… colorful commentary from the spear hero girl. Turning to the older man still standing beside him, he lets out a small sigh before lightly clasping a hand on his shoulder and giving him a small grin. "Well, she seems fun, eh?" Garret says to him, with an obvious bit of sarcasm in his tone. "But anyway, the other two are right in that I think we need to go and see this king. We won't learn anything else if we stay down here, after all." Letting go of his shoulder, Garret then too makes for the stairs after their other two. Thinking back on what the acolyte said about their choosing, he looks to the shield on his arm once more. 'Was me being summoned truly just a random chance?' He thinks to himself, tracing a finger along one of the shields edges as he ponders this thought. 'Or was there more to it?'</s>
<\|description\|>Emerson Renae Striker Nicknames: Em or Emy Age: 17 Appearance: Emerson is a long haired, redhead with freckled very lightly dusted around her nose and cheeks and hazel eyes. Her hair is usually down and messy but she does like to put it up in high ponytails. Emerson stands at 5'6" and weighs about 116 pounds, with a thin and small but athletic build that gives her speed. Em prefers jeans and loose fitting shirts over a tank top and her Joker Converse. Most of the times she wears a zip-up hoodie as well. Personality: Emerson has a wild spirit that is nearly impossible to break. She is a very curious, energetic ball of pure energy. Some may call her hyper but she can be very calm, mellow, and level-headed as well. Being calm and patient in most situations, she stays focused and aware not making snap judgements right away. She is very adventurous and if given the chance she loves to try new things. Emerson tries to avoid making enemies, befriending most everyone she meets and enjoying the company of others, but sometimes her sarcasm gets in the way and she gets herself in a heap of trouble. She is very passionate, sometimes in a fiery way, and loving. Em does come across in a flirty way, but she is also respectful and minds boundaries. Em is extremely polite and soft spoken and doesn't care much for rude, obnoxious, or distasteful people. Although kindhearted and sweet, she can be cold or stern when she needs to be, but prefers not to be. Her nature is often useful when breaking up an argument or settling a dispute, as well as making her a great negotiator. Her communication skills make her trustworthy and a faithful friend, however she can be secretive and lie if she needs to. Skill: Art and Special effects make up Backstory: Emerson was brought up in a low-middle class family by her parents Adam and Lilith Striker. To most people's surprise the two weren't actually married even though they had been together so long and had two children together. They acted and fought like a married couple, causing Em to hide up in the attic sometimes to get away from the yelling. Her older brother, Dani, was always there with her when she was younger to keep her company. Growing up she always wanted to be like him, a lazy goofball that was always a joy to be around. He lightened any mood with his goofy fun personality. Throughout school Em gravitated toward the "weird" people. She had a passion for art and special effects in movies so it became her hobby. Tirelessly working on her own special effects make ups and trying to imitate those of movies, she became really good at it. Sometimes she would help her brother get back at her bullies with the help of her talent. When high school came around for Emerson, she had become an even bigger target for bullying and pranks. When she heard about Mary Clarice she instantly began to look into it. Em herself had heard things while she was in the art classroom afterschool. As she grew more aware of the rumors and stories she joined the club to do further research and help prove or disprove what she could. Other: Anything I should know about your character that doesn't fit any of these fields. Likes • Internet games • Doing make up for Halloween • Learning new effects tricks • Making "monster" parts for costumes • Spending time with her brother • Rainy, thunderstorm weather Strengths • Drawing • Remaining calm and positive in tough situations • Resourcefulness Dislikes • Her computer being taken away • Not having materials for effects make ups • Dry or muggy weather • Being stuck in the house or class all day • Boring teachers Weaknesses • Overly talkative • Easy target for bullies • Hot weather</s> <\|message\|>Spencer Nathaniel Poindexter Spencer stared at the clock as he sat in his chemistry class. Five minutes remained in the class, a class that bored Spencer to death. He sighed and tapped his pencil on his book as he read the problems he had to solve. Spencer's mind wandered around the thought of this year's first meeting in his paranormal investigations club. He smiled a bit at the thought before realizing that he was slacking on his classwork. He took a deep breath and finally worked on the difficult questions. Class finally ended and Spencer excitedly hauled a wagon full of equipment to the room the club met at. He showed up early, jotting down notes and ideas in his beloved notebook. He continued to write as he awaited attendance from his club members. He was excited and it was obvious, a permanent smile stuck on his face.</s> <\|message\|>Joshua Arthur Dela Luna; Nicknames: Josh, Art, Artie (does not prefer this one) Joshua had been spinning his pencil as the teacher continued to speak. Physics class. It wasn't all that boring to be honest; actually it was an interesting subject. But his mind was distracted with the thought that later on would be their first meeting of the school year. While he wasn't as interested as the others on the curse itself, he is admittedly enjoying his time there. With the nightly expeditions and interviewing others, there were so many things to do. Thinking about it, he didn't notice time pass by so quickly. He looked down on his notebook and noticed that he hadn't taken any notes. He looked back up to the teacher who had erased everything on the board. Well crap. Joshua looked at his seatmate, one of his friends, and then signalled to borrow her notes. With a sigh, she gave her notebook to him and he thanked her. They were released from class and Joshua hurried towards the club room. He opened the door and when he saw Spencer, he plastered a grin on his face and greeted, "Heya Spence!" He went straight to one of the chairs and then sitting down on it. He joined Spencer in waiting for the others.</s> <\|message\|>Emerson Renae Striker Emerson watched as the teacher paced back and forth during their PerCalc lecture. Thinking to herself about how much the teacher much love hearing his own voice. Looking from the teacher at her friend, Autumn, in the corner of the class, Em saw she was asleep yet again. That was the second time just in this class! Em nudged the person next to her and nodded at her sleeping friend. "Do you mind, again? Sorry." she whispered in a low voice to keep the teacher from hearing her. The person next to her shook his head and said she should do it herself. Em sighed and wadded up a piece of paper. While the teacher had his back to the class, Emerson threw the paper at Autumn causing her to yell out "The answer is 42!". The whole class laughed and even Em gave a slight chuckle. The teacher however was not amused and told Autumn to stay after class. Feeling bad, but also thinking it would be good for her Em left at the bell. Putting her papers and drawing notebook in her backpack she waved to Autumn and walked out of class. Something wasn't right though. She was forgetting something important today. When she got to her locker it hit her. Today was the first meeting of the year. Emerson grabbed her books out of her locker and bolted to the classroom where the meeting was being held. She was hoping she wouldn't be late. To her surprise, she was only the third to get there. Shaking her head at how silly she felt, she caught her breathe and took a seat, pulling her drawing notebook back out to finish her picture.</s> <\|message\|>Spencer Nathaniel Poindexter Spencer was too excited to wait for anybody else. "Hey, Josh." Spencer greeted, happy to see a familiar face at the meeting. He looked at the two members that showed up. He smiled and stood up. He felt a bit nervous, not really sure what to say to welcome these two to the first meeting. He took a deep breath and stood, closing his notes and sliding them off the table into the chair he sat in. "Hey...uh...welcome to the club. I'm Spencer and I'm glad you came. I guess we're just waiting on anybody else." Spencer said, looking to the clock as he finished. It was 3:04 and the meeting didn't start until 3:15. Spencer went to his equipment and pulled out a few gadgets and tools. "I've got some new goodies for investigations." He smiled, placing some technology on his table.</s> <\|message\|>Zoe Campbell AP Physics was by far the most challenging class that Zoe had ever taken, but she loved the challenge. Much to the girl's relief, it was the last period of the school day. She sat at her usual seat in the back of the classroom, perfectly erect, with her pencil in hand and eyes on the board. However, as her eyes and hands did all of the work, taking a page full notes from the slideshow, she just couldn't prevent her mind from wandering elsewhere. Only a few minutes seemed to go by before the final bell rang, and the sound of chairs scratching the floor snapped her out of her trance. Looking down at her notebook, she saw that the page had been filled with neat numbers and letters, all written in blue ink. After quickly shoving her things into her bag, Zoe hurried out of the classroom and towards her locker to retrieve her jacket and car keys. It was about six minutes after three when she entered the club room. She'd arrived a bit early, expecting to be one of the first there, but she was very surprised when she saw that the room had already been occupied by three others. Taking a quick look around, Zoe saw two boys, one seated and the other placing gadgets onto a table, and a red-head girl who was drawing in her notebook. "I'm not late, am I?" Zoe said nervously, glancing at the time on her cell phone before making her way to an empty seat. She carefully sat her bag on the floor next to her, laying her jacket over top of it before directing her gaze to the technology on the table.</s> <\|message\|>Brody Christopher "Chris" Morrison Brody Morrison --- As Brody listened to the loud (and a little obnoxious) teacher speak about math, at least that's what he thought at the moment. Brody kept to himself, resting on his desk. Luckily, and soon enough the bell had rang and Brody ran like a blur out the door. Brody smiled to himself. He was heading toward his club, and they're searching if the Clarice Curse is real. Sure, teachers and students think they're just crazy nerds, but there's waaaaay too much things around the school that prove something's lurking. Brody placed his ear plugs in his ears, and played a song as he headed toward the club room. He started listening towards the song known as, well, Song 2 by Blur. It was pretty catchy, at least to him. Brody walked into the club room, humming the song. "Uh... hi?" Brody asked everyone else in the room, he glanced around the room nervously. Since almost everyone was here, he wasn't sure if he was late or not. He figured he wasn't, and pulled out his ear plugs from his ears. He scratched the back of his neck. He figured he wasn't and clasped his hands together. "So, what are we up to today?"</s> <\|message\|>Joshua Arthur Dela Luna; Nicknames: Josh, Art, Artie (does not prefer this one) Joshua watched as another entered the room. A redhead. Hm... he was certain he had talked with her at least once, maybe asked her name. Heck, he always did that. He practically knew everyone in his batch. And some from the lower years. It was mostly because he liked striking up conversation with others, and most don't ignore him. Most. Anyway, this girl's name started with E... he remembered that much. She was bullied. He remembered seeing that flash of bright red hair behind a bunch of mean girls before. While normally, he'd step up to at least get the girls off of her, he couldn't. He was late. He later learned that this happened to her a lot of times. Well, maybe he could help her out more now that they were in the same club. With a smile, he waved at her. It was then that Spencer started placing gadgets on the table. Joshua stared at them, with an eyebrow raised. He wanted to ask the most obvious questions. What were these stuff, where he got it and if it was safe and effective to use. Then again, Joshua knew better than to question Spencer. The guy knew his way around tech after all. Then another girl entered, asking a question. "Nah, you're fine. Come on in and make yourself comfy!" He replied with a nod of invitation. The girl sat down on one of the empty chairs and gazed curiously at the gadgets. The another one came in, this time he knew this person. Rather, he was in classes with him. "Heya Brody." He waved at him. He then gestured at Spencer, "No idea. But I bet it's gonna be introducing the curse, what we've all seen so far and what these gadgets do." @jaybreezy@mskennedy615@Chaotic Chao</s> <\|message\|>Spencer Nathaniel Poindexter Spencer smiled as he saw a couple of more people walk inside. "Welcome, welcome! Come on in, guys. Meeting doesn't start until 3:15." He smiled, waving them in. It was now 3:10, and Spencer was getting more excited. He returned to his equipment. "I was just starting to talk about this equipment I got. Way more professional and reliable. We're going to solve some things this year." Spencer proudly smiled, standing up to set up his laptop. He was getting ready to pull up a list of places he wanted to go investigate. The list was opened and he beckoned everyone to come closer so he could show the list off. 1) Arnold House - abandoned farm house in the country 2) Bright Castle - old, abandoned castle in the hills (illegal to visit) 3) Investigate the "Clarice Curse" This list had numerous different notes and explanations for each place, but he highlighted what was important. "As you can all see, I've gotten my three ideas of what to do." He went on and on about the information, practically boring those not interested in the history of each location. But then Spencer got to the "Clarice Curse". "This one...would be a huge investigation as well as a very risky one."</s>	<\|message\|>Emerson Renae Striker Emerson looked up at the clock then closed her notebook and put her pencil down. More people had come into the room and the meeting was going to start soon. Putting away her notebook Em looked at the equipment for a moment, a little unsure but a bit excited at the same time. When the club leader, Spencer, called everyone up she stood up and placed her bag against the chair she was sitting in. She brushed her red hair out of her face and walked over with her hands in her back pockets. Looking at the list she was a bit confused. "So, we're going to be checking out three different locations?" Em spoke softly, but loud enough for Spencer and the others to hear. She didn't want to sound stupid, but she was mainly interested in the curse. However, investigating other places did sound interesting. Maybe she could link something or just find more proof. Emerson went quiet after her question, almost expecting him to snap 'save all questions for the end'. Not that Spencer seemed to be that kind a guy, she just didn't want to cause problems. Em took a step back due to the number of people crowding around the laptop. Close quarters made her a little uncomfortable in groups, mainly because most of the time she was bullied it was a group instead of just one. Spencer gave a grand amount of information about each location and while she was still listening and taking menatl notes, she really wanted to hear about the curse. What he knew or the others knew. When he got to the "Clarice Curse", Em glanced at the group for a second. "Are we going as a whole group or splitting up for each investigation?" she asked, trying to get more information about the investigations themselves rather than the places. Once she found out how they would investigate, she wouldn't hesitate to want to start the actual searching.</s>
<\|description\|>Telamonius Ajax Title(s): Ajax the Greater, Bulwark of the Achaens. Class: Lancer Gender: Female Birth and Death Dates: unknown Alignment: Chaotic Good Catalyst: A fragment of her shield. Personality: A silent, slow speaking warrior, who hides her intelligence behind a facade of being a muscle head. Slow to anger, but fervent in action, she matches the description of an unstoppable wall often used to describe her. She is however, very prideful, being confident in her own abilities, and not without good reason. A warrior of deep burning passion beneath calm icy exterior. Bio: The great Greek warrior that followed Agamemnon to siege Troy, large in stature, second only to Achilles himself, but only in being faster than she was. In the Trojan war, she fought off many opponents, even almost beating down Hector himself, if not for the intervention of the gods. Such was her might, that she managed to hold off an entire army by herself, wielding only an enormous pole. However, when Achilles fell, Odesseus won the rights to his armor, which Ajax resented greatly, thinking he had tricked her out of her rightful prize. For indeed, in her mind there was no one else who could truly say they were strong enough to truly be worthy of Achilles' armaments. Foolishly she turned to drinking, and deep in her cup, slayed a flock of sheep. Feeling remorse and regret at what she had done as well as the dual dishonor upon her, she fell upon her own sword and took her life. Weapon: Spear and the shield, or she might use the sword given to her by Hector after their duel. Parameters: Strength: A Endurance: B+ Agility: B Mana: D Luck: D Class Skills: Magic Resistance: C Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals. Personal Skills: Bulwark of the Achaens: - A personal skill derived from the feats she performed, it allows for her to utilize her usual fighting methods under incredible odds, powering her up the more dire a situation is. As the Bulwark of the Achaens, she was expected to be the 'Shield' that protects all of Greece. Thus, with all the expectations of her to 'Protect', she boasts high defensive qualities normally. Eye of the Mind(False): B Capable of calm analysis of battle conditions even when in danger and deduce an appropriate course of action after considering all possibilities to escape from a predicament. So long there is even a 1% chance of a comeback, this ability greatly improves the chances of winning. Projectile (Spears): B+ Without accounting for her own strength, allows for throwing objects with force rivaling modern weapons in destructive power. When throwing "spears" in particular, a correction is made. Battle Continuation: B As someone who can be stubborn as a mule, it encompasses her sheer bullheadedness and unwillingness to die even if she was killed on the battlefield. Being too stubborn to die sounds exactly like her, many of her comrades would agree. Noble Phantasm: Name:Rho Aias Title: The Seven Rings that Cover the Fiery Heavens Rank: A+ NP Type: Barrier Range: 0 Maximum Number of Targets: 1 Description: A bronze shield covered in seven layers of oxhide in its normal form, an absolute beast of a shield that many would describe as something Ajax would carry around like a wall. Indeed, with her large stature and its size, it has been used before by Ajax the Lesser as cover, while Ajax the Greater would simply defend him. Even in its base form it possesses immense defensive power. When its full name is released, it can be projected as a large shield with seven petals or seven layers, each having the defensive power of a fortress. A conceptual item that becomes an absolute defense against any projectile, though it may still be used defensively against other sorts of attack. Unless you were the absolute brute that Ajax was, who can and will use it to smash enemies. Especially against throwing weapons, it is extra effective. The shield is synonymous with Lancers body, so it will regenerate over time as long as she still has life. Conversely however, damage done to the shield is reflected on Ajax herself. The original of the Rho Aias a certain archer copied, and thus far stronger than the fake. **** Name: Glory of the Unconquered Title: These Unblemished Hands Grasp Victory Rank: D NP Type: Anti Unit Range: 0 Maximum Number of Targets: 1 Description: The undefeated, the unconquered, not once had Ajax been beaten upon the field of battle, nor was she wounded even once. A staggering feat especially considering the Siege of Troy was one the gods took special interest in. Having no assistance from the gods, she performed outstanding feats, almost defeating Hector himself up to holding back an entire army armed with only a large pole. The only one to defeat her was herself and her sorrow. Her strong desire to be the Shield of Achaea along with her feats of never being reliant on the Gods evolved into a form of grudge. It is a curse that crystallized as her body itself, becoming a distant mimicry of a blessing of immortality. It is incomparable to a gift given from the Gods, but still is a burden of the body. A condition of the mind and body that raise her damage resistance significantly as a form of purge defense. As well, a portion of damage received is converted into magical energy and stamina. After all- Ajax is never "injured". Even if harm is inflicted on her, it is to reach an inevitable victory. Name: Frederika Bernstein Title(s): None Appearance: Her family's crest lies upon her chest, and the Command Seals just above it. She tends to wear loose clothing, and short skirts. Gender: Female Age: 22 Alignment: Chaotic Good Rank: Cause:Open Her official rank as far as the Magus Association was concerned, granted as a way for them to encourage her to be more involved with them. While she has good mastery over her family's craft to warrant this title, she does not do well in other fields, and thus this rank was little more than just a title. Objective for the Grail: "Why am I in this? I just want a quiet life!" Command Seal: An equilateral triangle separated at the middle point of each line, with a point at only the right side of each broken line. Personality: Seemingly the stoic, silent type, she was more shy than anything else, unable to really muster up the courage to speak to more than one person at a time. Even then she would just as likely to deflate trying to speak to them. However, this did not mean she was submissive when it came to something she believed in, being rather headstrong if she truly believed in something, nor will she simply give up if she believed she needed to do something. A headstrong, but rather shy person, this would inevitably mean she tends to run off on her own. This did not mean she was averse to cooperating with another however, just that she finds it hard to even speak to people. If she truly needed to, she can and will work as best she could with another, though she still might find it hard to even speak to them. Bio: Her family had always been the reclusive types, though they were known to the Mage's Association, thus she had lived in Germany for as long as she knew, learning her family's secrets and memorizing all the different rituals, the techniques involved in the rituals themselves and even how to condense them. After that, she was supposed to follow in the footsteps of her ancestors before her; travelling around the world to find more to research and assimilate into their craft. They believed that some day they will be able to reach the Root should they manage to fabricate a ritual that allowed them to do so. Considering her family's goals, she did not really engage in anything much that was exciting, like a mage versus mage duel and the likes, until she encountered Executors hunting Dead Apostles. Even then, her involvement in that incident was limited to sheltering the Executors and devising traps for them to use. Perhaps it was just as well, for she, like most of her family, had no real interest in getting involved with the politics of the outside world, much less the politics going on in the Mages' Association. Until, of course, she travelled to America, seeking to research and catalogue the shamans there, and got inevitably pulled into a Grail War without even realising it. --- Magic Circuit Switch: A water droplet falling upon a pool, rippling outwards. Number of Magic Circuits: C Quality of Magic Circuits: A --- Elemental Affinity: Water Magecraft: Formalcraft: A variety of Formalcrafts, ranging from ones passed down and recorded from ancient times to ones the Bernstein family had developed themselves. A simple one could simply be taking a bundle of hair, invoking a name and blowing upon them, while the more complex can take up to a day in incantation alone. One of her best rituals involves absorbing all the prana in the environment and amplify it for further use, depending on what else she drew upon the circle. More often than not, she would usually use that to power something else, though that was rare, considering her relatively peaceful life. Due to their focus in this, her family had streamlined many of these rituals to be far less time consuming, allowing he to enact even more elaborate rituals using just a few people or even with just herself. General Magecraft: The basic of the basics. High speed aria: Allows for faster casting, especially in her family's craft. Item Creation: Due to their focus, it was hard not to dip into this area considering the myriads of rituals that involves making or enchanting an item. Curses: Many rituals also involved these sorts of things, like hammering a straw doll tied with the hair of the target of the curse with a large nail. Thus, she has knowledge of this as well. Crest: Near a thousand years old, it was mostly a collection of rituals, transcribed from foreign grimoires, lists of improvements and a few practical spells like Gandr. Thus, it acts mostly as a library of information for her when activated. A catalogue of spells and rituals her family had collected over generations essentially. Has a portion of its library sealed off. It was no trouble for her to unseal it, but there was several of her ancestors who went mad after unsealing it, before sealing it back with a warning to never open it. It became a sort of a family tradition that the crest would be inherited with words of warning about that sealed section. Trying to access while it was still sealed only gave her a warning and the words "That is not dead which can eternal lie." Weapon: An Azoth sword, fashioned to look like a 14th century style cruciform sword, with the gem in the hilt. It becomes a sword only when it is activated, otherwise, it will be a gemmed hilt with no blade. A jade bracelet, designed to generate lines out of whatever she fed it, whether it be into specific shapes or just plain lines, or even just be lines she can control and manipulate. Exceptional Benefit: Support Magi- 10 average magi follows her, subordinates that served her family. Some are here to exchange their services for learning some of their long list of rituals.</s> <\|message\|>Telamonius Ajax Lancer Ajax Downtown->Forest[ --- "Lancer! A Servant wants to play in the forest! They're a Rider, their stats aren't too impressive but I'm sure they have a trick up their sleeve!" "It doesn't matter." Ajax stood up, a slight smile on her face. "It is a fool move, but one I can respect." Finishing the rest of her drink, and some food, she headed for the window, before carefully grabbing her Master. "Let us answer this call, and see who may be bold enough to issue such a direct challenge. Do not worry, I will protect you should there be treachery, Master." The sheer speed at which she travelled allowed them to reach the forest in a relatively short amount of time, as Ajax remained in her spirit form. It was easy enough to find the challenger, as they weren't trying to hide, but indeed was broadcasting their location brazenly. Seeing the stranger in armor, she set her Master down, before materializing entirely, revealing her massive armor-clad frame, bigger than even the statuesque gorgon of another war. Perhaps the black giant of that war would have towered over her, but in this there seemed none that could even match her size. "I answer the challenge." Was all the words she offered to the challenger. But... Instead of readying her armaments, Ajax simply spread her empty hands, perhaps a show of bravery, perhaps daring the challenger to attack her. Or perhaps it was a challenge to see if her opponent would meet her in bare handed combat.</s> <\|message\|>Hua Mulan Hua Mulan, Forest Area, Sundown Cosmos@GreenGoat@floodtalon It's about time. Rider expects a country inferior to hers to have some sort of redeeming quality, that they would be much bolder and punctual when facing a challenge from another more directly. Sad to say, she was expecting too much. Nevertheless, better late than never I supposed. "You're a big guy, This should be fun." She smirks and cracks her head after seeing the absolute unit before her. "Truth be told, My master sent me to go hunting despite the frigid weather and quite frankly It's not my style to pry on other people's business and never did like straying far away from home. So, I decided an open challenge in the middle of this field to those who are willing." She said, oozing with such arrogance and moxie attitude of a proud warrior. "I don't know what class you are, but it matters not. I'll level with you, seeing you graciously accepted and trouble yourself coming here." Responding to her opponent's challenge to a fisticuffs, Rider happily oblige and performs a swift and fluid movement of her arms and post a stance, seemingly uncommon with the western part of the world, or is it? "I'll be your entertainment for this evening, Let us talk with our fist and fight with honor and chivalry," She said, harnessing the flow of nature, being one with the earth itself. "before we begin, Would it be foolish to know the name of the warrior who stands before me?"</s>	<\|message\|>Telamonius Ajax Lancer Ajax Forest Area --- "No names needed." Ajax stretched for a moment. "It is that kind of war." Short, and concise. She did not show any sign whether the stance Rider took was anything strange, or even if she recognized it at all. Ajax stopped for a moment, as if looking towards the canopy of the forest for something, before turning back to Rider, readying herself for combat. She did not take up any sort of stance, simply opting for a relaxed standing posture. "Come. Defeat me, nameless one, if you can." Master. Remember to be on guard. This Servant shall not harm you whilst I still fight them, but other treacheary might abound, with or without this Servant's knowledge. Whatever tricks this enemy Servant might have and employ, they would find that Ajax would not be defeated that easily.</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 128 HP: 1210/1210 SP: 1830/1830 MP: 30/30 STR – 1038 \| AGI – 237 \| END – 254 \| DEX – 117 \| LUC – 70 Inspect If there was a physical expression for the concept of seething, Mags would have been the image of a textbook of it. Yea, she knew that her nuclei was probably better in a straight fight than Ames, but it was so much cooler. Well, Mags threw that out of her mind pretty quickly, especially since Ames revealed that this place was actually a Sims money sink. "I unno, it's nice." Mags replied to an embarrassed Ames. She definitely wasn't as brown-nosing as Raime, though. "My virtual houses usually end up as surreal nightmares of hundreds of tables forming a maze to trap people." However, the proposition of freshly cooked bread--even if virtual-- was enough to shift Mags' mood to enjoyment. Damn, she liked bread. Black vinegar was a bit gross as the acidity reminded her more of vomit if anything. However, fresh bread and olive oil. That was a certified classic. Almost immediately taking up the majority of the couch, Mags could finally get some R&R after so much poopsocking.</s> <\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP: 2370/2370 MP: 5650/5650 SP: 460/460 Character Sheet Given that he hadn't been with the party proper, Amulak arrived later than the rest to Ames's home away from home. He audibly whistled upon entering, nodding in approval. Confused design elements aside, it was a rather comfy place. Useless for combat, certainly, but as someone with a utility Nucleus himself, Amulak could see the utility in it. An established base could do wonders for restocking and regrouping in otherwise contested or hostile territory for a dedicated group of gankers. Or even just for PvEers exploring uncharted territory. "Very good!" He nodded to Ames, picking a chair to kick back and relax in as he sniffed the delectable aroma of fresh bread. Mmm...hopefully it was a nice rye. "I do not suppose you have beer too? Could do with kicking back with cold one, yes?"</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 1920/1920 - MP: 1920/1920 - SP: 1920/1920 _________________ [X] I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior lvl 50 (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Animist lvl 50 (+10% HP \| +10% MP \| +10% SP) Ascetic lvl 28 (10% MP \| 10% DEX) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 4 Attributes: HP – 55 (810) MP – 60 (660) SP – 60 (690) STR – 65 (98) AGI – 52 (74) END – 50 (65) DEX – 65 (80) LUC – 70 (78) Abilities: ▶ Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. ▶ Combat Stance Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown. ▶ Double Strike Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. ▶ Sundering Blow Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. ▶ Reinvigorate Active. 100 MP. Regain 100 SP. Can be used in tandem with Power Attack. ▶ Fluid Power Passive. Power Attack can combo into any offensive skill. ▶ Harmonic Cycles Passive. 5% of HP/SP/MP can be converted into HP/SP/MP. Can be used once per round. ▶ Art of the Split Soul Active. 5% SP and 5% MP per round. Imbue a Weapon or Shield with a portion of your soul, enabling it to float within a 20m radius of you, attacking or defending at your command. This bypasses Equipment slot restrictions. Imbued Weapons or Shields do not grant stats or effects. Funds: 15883 Rishi Item Pouch (Common):* Ankle Bells (dented) * Common Health Potion x4 * Common Antidote x2 Equipment * Main Hand: Water Tiger Hook Sword UC +7 STR +3 DEX + Weapon can be used to Grapple while attacking, at 80% efficacy. * Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C + No extra effect. * Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI + Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%. * Armor: Lacquered Woodplate UC +30 HP, +20 SP, +5 END + Reduce damage taken by wind and water attacks by 50. Increase damage taken by fire attacks by 15. * Arms: Phantom Flame Bangles R +100 HP +3 AGI +5 END + Reduce fire damage by 35. Consume 100 HP to enhance your equipped weapons with magical flames. * Legs: Barbarian Leg Paddings UC +20 HP, +4 STR, +4 AGI + 10% resistance to Restraint effects. * Shoes: Sturdy Sandals UC +5 AGI, +2 DEX + 5% resistance to Knockback effects. Mitigates difficulties of movement on slippery terrain. * Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK + No extra effect. * Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX + x% chance of increasing ally's damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack. * Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C + No extra effect. * Accessory: Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ Ames' heart was warmed with her friends' words, from the simple praise to the more flattering. "Aw, hehe. You guys will have to keep visiting to see my progress." She was definitely the type to take those kinds of simulation games seriously. Many hours were sunk into meticulous housing decoration... although there was once or twice when Amelia did indulge in murder rooms or the like. Still it was all for fun, she never seriously considered it as something to pursue in real life. And even now, it wasn't something to think about - maybe once she logged off, but for the moment they were all still in CaCo and had to plan their next attack! Plan it over drinks, as their mage suggested. "Oh, yeah, one sec." Ames followed Raime into the kitchen area, though she only lingered for a moment to grab a trio of glasses. Britomart was still a bit stiff, and Raime's comment about already having seen them naked had not lightened the mood as he might have hoped, but she was perfectly cordial all the same. "Not at all. Your expertise is appreciated," she said. And while the food was being prepared, Ames returned to the sitting area and dropped a few rishi into each cup, where they transformed into amber colored liquid. "It's like cheap stuff, can't really make complex food or drinks this way but, here ya go." She offered a glass each to Amulak and Magpie. "Once Leif is done doing his doggy business outside, we can plan our next move?"</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele sheet HP 2160/2160 SP 2370/2370 MP 20206/2060 (3060) --- Leif kicked back at the ground with his hind paws, letting out a triumphant howl at the completion of his "business." While everyone was chilling out in Ames' Nuclei, the shaman had elected to set up a nice little protective zone around it. It would only keep out monsters, sure, but between Leif's [Boundaries of the Pack] and the ten [Spirit Wolves] he summoned, Leif figured he would at least get a better idea of the surrounding area, much more efficiently through the use of his [Wolfkin Blessing]. He had set up his wolves around the perimeter of his marked zone as well, having ordered them to howl and return if they spot any threats nearby. Turning back into his bipedal form, Leif walked over to Arion, leaning back on his obsidian steed with his arms behind his head. He was always the outdoorsy type, after all, not content to remain confined indoors... of course, that is his excuse. In reality, Leif figured he'd look way cooler if he volunteered to be on guard duty and all. Besides, he never really got to use that ability as much. "Yo, Amulak. Let everyone know I'll be sticking around outside in case some cheeky fucks decide to pay a visit to our little party uninvited." Leif hollered over, knowing Amulak was able to hear him through his weird ass Nuclei. He then chuckled after realizing Amulak probably saw Leif literally pissing around the place. "I can probably do some solo scouting around the area, see if I can flag down more Mora-Sho on the field to get a better idea on who's who and what's going down. Just let everyone know if they're fine with me flying solo. I'll try and go at a steady place so I don't outrange your shit again, eh?"</s>
<\|description\|>Sasha Belov Age: 32 Gender: Male Nationality: Russian Appearance: Sasha is a very large, muscular man. He stands at six foot seven, has pale skin and dirty blonde hair that is kept in a neat buzz cut. His eyes are a gray-ish blue, and usually cold in appearance. They go just right with his perpetual frown. Sasha has several tattoos, one being the simplified bird seen in this picture. Another notable tattoos is a compass that points West on his left chest, and a line of words in Russian on his arm, opposite of the bird. The words are now difficult to read due to a scar from a knife wound that runs right through the middle of them. They say you can tell a lot about a person by the scars they have, and Sasha's tell of a hard, painful life. There's a perfect line going down his lower abdomen, with dots on either side of it, left over from an emergency surgery he had to have to have bullets removed and organs repaired. On his arms, there are several slim, slightly raised scars from fights involving knives. There are an array of bald patches on his legs from where shrapnel from an road mine was removed with a pair of tweezers and rubbing alcohol. The most noticeable are the scars that cover a good portion of his back, slightly raised and faded from several laser surgeries to keep them from hindering his range of motion. They look like they were from some sort of chemical burn. Other: Sasha speaks with a Russian accent. He speaks several European languages fluently, Russian and English being his best of course. Skills: Your usual military training applies. He's proficient with most guns, but is particularly skilled at hand to hand combat. Has been known for one punch knock outs. He also has some experience in leadership. History: Sasha grew up in Kazan, Russia. His mother overdosed when Sasha was 5. He was left to be raised by his father, who fell into depression after the loss of his wife. His father wasn't the kindest, and often times was abusive. After Sasha's mother had died, he had essentially lost interest in being a father. He would often invite his loud and obnoxious friends over to watch soccer games, drink, and play poker while Sasha hid in his room and pretended not to exist. Sasha wanted to get out of the house as soon as he could, and joining the military seemed like the best option. However, Sasha had something of an authority issue when he was younger. His father's poor job of raising him had turned him into a rebellious punk. After six years of service, Sasha slowly lost some of that punk kid attitude. He was eventually promoted to a second lieutenant and given his own, small platoon. They were deployed to Ukraine, where Sasha and his men were given orders that went against his own set of personal morals. When he refused to carry them out, he was threatened with everything in the book: treason, discharge, prison, the works. Instead, he just quit. Sasha and several of his men went AWOL. He picked up work as a mercenary, doing things that he knew he wouldn't lose sleep over. Most of the time, he does dirty work for various governments who didn't want to wait around and get things done the 'diplomatic' way. Sasha was in the middle of a contract job in the Middle East when he disappeared. His men have no idea where he's gone, and they assumed that he was captured by the enemy somehow.</s> <\|message\|>Sasha Belov "A...thing that tried to attack me," Sasha said, not quite sure how to discribe the animal. It was like a big lizard cat. Nothing like he'd ever seen before. Even still, being the realist he was, he had a hard time believing that they had wound up on the script of some scifi movie. Perhaps they were on some obscure island or something. Still, the man had a point. They had no supplies and no way of knowing when they were getting home. If they were getting home... "It's about a quarter mile that way," Sasha nodded in the direction behind him. "We should stick together in groups; there could be more." He glanced back at the group of people still recovering. There was enough of them that they would probably be okay together if the three of them left for a bit.</s> <\|message\|>Ysran Stormreach "If we're going back, we should probably arm ourselves. Whatever you killed may have friends. Upon saying this, Ysran looked around for a stick of some kind. Finding one that seemed an appropriate size, he picked it up and knocked it against a tree a few times. The stick sounded dense and solid. It would have to do. Alright then, lead the way!</s> <\|message\|>Horace Alexander I prompted the two other girls to come along, they did not resist when I grabbed their hands and led the up to follow the man with the bloodied club.</s> <\|message\|>Ysran Stormreach [REDACTED]</s> <\|message\|>Sasha Belov Sasha was silent for most of the short trip back to the clearing he had found himself in. The beast was still there, just as he'd left it. A pool of blood had formed around it's head, and it's leathery skin was flecked with red. Sasha picked the creature up and hauled it onto one shoulder, carrying it like a limp sack of potatoes. "We'll clean it when we get to water," He said. It only made sense. There no use making of mess of themselves here, and they had no tools to work with anyway. Sasha's plan was to find water, and find the type of smooth rocks that water usually formed. Perhaps they could shape a crude knife to skin and carve the beast with. Blood slowly dripped down his bare skin from the creature's mashed skull, but Sasha didn't seem to pay it any mind. With his line of work came a very strong stomach; it took quite a bit to make him queasy. The group then set off again in search of water. As they walked, Sasha noticed a path of pushed down grass that appeared to be made by a herd of some sort. He suggested they follow it. Herd animals would know which vegetation was edible, and their trail would likely lead to water eventually. He took a mental note of which grasses were eaten down along the path, and which plants were left alone. And, as he had thought, the trail led them to a large lake. It wasn't the moving water he had hoped for, but there was sure to be a stream leading off the main body somewhere. This would do for now, and since the sun was starting to get low, they didn't really have time to be picky. Sasha flopped the animal down onto the ground and decided to take charge. He pointed to Ysran. "You, go find some smooth rocks and some rigid rocks and bring them back here. Grind them down on the smooth rock until you have a sharp edge." He then looked to the other man. "And you. I saw a few trees on the path that looked like they had fruit left higher up in the branches. The fruits on the low branches are gone because the animals ate them, which means we can most likely eat them. Go gather some up and be careful not to wander too far." When he was done barking orders at the strangers as if they were his old platoon, Sasha brought himself over to the water to wash the blood from his skin. While the others did their assigned tasks, he would work on collecting dry wood from the banks and hopefully get a fire going before night fell.</s> <\|message\|>Ysran Stormreach Ysran wandered around the edge of the lake, looking for a couple of rocks that could be used. Most were to small, but after some time, he had found a pair of reasonably sized stones. One was smooth, and the other had various ridges all along 8n, like someone had tried to use it before but failed. Ysran spent a few moments rubbing them together until the rigid stone had a sharp edge. Scanning the area, Ysran noticed a stream of water running off of the lake. Running back to the group, Ysran showed the sharpened rock to Sasha, and informed him of the stream down the lake. "I'm going to go check it out, I'll see what I can find there."</s> <\|message\|>Sasha Belov .</s> <\|message\|>Horace Alexander I glared at the man as he issued orders, I didn't like taking orders from anyone specially from someone I just met, but at the moment group cohesion was important for survival. Moving along to do as the man asked I found the trees he had mentioned. They bore fruit that resembled orange strawberries. The fruit of the upper branches was sparse but it would be enough for their needs. The base of the tree split off like a peach tree does so getting the fruit off the higher branches was just a matter of bending the branches and pulling off the fruit. Without hesitation I decided to become the test guinea pig and bit into his first haul. It was a bitter fruit similar to kiwi with a soft sweet after taste, the fruit itself was a little tough and chewy, nut enough that one would have to chew really hard, but enough that it was surprising. Inside each fruit was a hard core that looked very similar to that of a peach. I made a mental note to harvest the seeds to plant some trees of my own in case there was no going back. After gathering enough of the fruit to fill up my arms I headed back to join up with the group. Thankfully I did a lot of walking in the woods through trails so being in a forest and keeping track of my path was not unfamiliar to me. As I headed back the thought that crossed my mind the most was, how are we going to make a fire?</s> <\|message\|>Sasha Belov Sasha grunted a thanks at Ysran as he handed him the rock knife. At the mention of a stream, Sasha nodded at the idea of exploring it a bit. "Just don't wait until dark to come back; we don't know what's out there." He then got to work cleaning to kill while he still had daylight left. He'd gathered a stack of logs and dry tinder to start a fire, which was put on the back burner for now. He took the animal down to the water and began sawing at it with the crude knife. It wasn't easy, but he finally managed to get the hide off in mostly one piece and get the meat cut up into manageable hunks. He washed the excess blood from the meat and hide, then brought it over to the new firepit to set them on the rocks. Now came the tedious task of trying to get a fire going. Admittedly, Sasha had only done this once before, years ago as a Cadette in the Russian ground forces. But he'd watched a few of those dumb reality survival shows, so why not give it a shot? He gathered up some dry grass and frayed it together into a nest. Then, with two rocks, he began to clack away in an attempt to get sparks. About half an hour later, each strike was being accompanied by a frustrated slew of words that could only be swearing in his native language. Sasha was clearly beginning to get fed up with this process. Then, like some kind of holy miracle, viable sparks flew from the rocks and onto the grass. Sasha quickly dropped the rocks and began to tend to the baby flame. He barked at someone to get the fire pit ready for him to transfer the burning grass over. His hands were covered in small nicks from striking the rocks together and missing, and he really didn't want to have to start over again.</s> <\|message\|>Horace Alexander The man called Sasha worked on the meat then got to starting a fire. I was rather impressed at his ability to contribute to everyone's survival. When he finally got a small ember going I rushed to help him set the ember into the fire pit helping him breath life into the fire making sure to constantly provide the fibrous tinder to keep the small ember aglow until it starting taking a life of its own. The fire started up too high, which was good since it would get the thicker logs going. I got the fire going brighter and brighter placing a few more logs each time until the smaller sticks got consumed, now it was just a matter of waiting for the fire to die down and setting the meat on some heated stones. "What do you think we should do about shelter?" I asked the man leaving the fire be. "The fire will keep us warm, but it might draw predators to us."</s> <\|message\|>Ysran Stormreach Ysran ran along to the edge of the lake until he had once again found the stream. Unlike the lake, this water was relatively clear, and fish could be seen swimming along the stream, although these fish didn't look like any fish he had seen before. They were about the size of his hand, just a little bigger, and looked much like a bass, yet they were a strange purple-like color. Ysran was struck by an epiphany at this moment. Sticking his hand into the river, Ysran looked deeply into his own mind, and began to mutter strange words under his breath, as if in a trance. During this time, he felt something strange in his hand. Opening his eyes, he saw there was a fish in his hand, as well as several others swimming in place around his hand. Quickly grabbing as many fish as he could, Ysran looked towards the sun. It was going to set soon. Running back to the makeshift camp was a little more difficult carrying an armfull of fish, but he made it nonetheless. Stepping back into the clearing, Ysran could see thete was a small fire started, and a small pile of sttange berries were next to Sasha. Ysran, taking a few more steps into the clearing, announced: "Look what I caught!"</s>	<\|message\|>Sasha Belov At the mention of making a shelter, Sasha looked up at the clear sky as the sun set. It was turning bright orange, and they would probably only have about an hour of light left at the most. "It might be too late to make one tonight. I don't think the benefit would be worth the risk of rummaging through the woods at night barefoot. We should take shifts keeping watch, but other than that, we may have to make due for now." As it grew darker, it also grew colder. Sasha knew the need for clothes would be pressing soon. Hopefully, it wouldn't get much colder than it already was. The animal hide would take at least a full day to dry, and it certainly wasn't enough to cloth all of them. Being the biggest, he figured it was only fair of him to wait. It would probably take an entire animal to make something that would even fit him. And anyways, he was fairly tolerant to the cold. While the fire burned, Sasha began fiddling with some of the stronger branches he'd found. He found two with forked ends and snapped them in half so that they were each about three feet long. He then began working on sharpening the end of a third. When the fire was burned down to the white hot coals, he staked the two forked branches in the ground, and skewered meat with the pointed one to lay across the firepit. It would have to be turned fairly frequently, but it got the job done. He sat back when he was done, his eyes settling on the shifting light of the embers. It was peaceful, almost. Peace was something that he hadn't felt in a long time. A man constantly at war, Sasha wasn't used to having quiet moments like this. Letting his guard down was always too dangerous. It occurred to him that he hadn't even shared his name with these new people yet. Most people he met didn't care enough to ask, but seeing as he was stuck here for X amount of time with them, it might be worth mentioning. Honestly, it was probably for the best that they didn't know too much about him. Many people found it hard to look past what he did for a living, regardless of his intentions. He was a professional killer, even if he only tried to kill bad people. Not to mention that his work was, more often than not, illegal. But what did any of that matter now? "You, uh, can call me Sasha," He said, seemingly out of the blue.</s>
<\|description\|>Ken Vector Alias : The Kineticist Age : 35 Gender : Male Allegiance : Villain Image : Power Set : Kinetic Redistribution ~The ability to not only halt, but reverse or otherwise redirect the kinetic energy surrounding an object. Example: You shoot him with a bullet. Provided he can see it and knows it is coming, he can force the bullet to stop mid air, and all forward propulsion be directed to a different angle facing, then let it resume its course, under the new directional flow of kinetic energy. ~Weaknesses include the fact he must be able to see, or otherwise predict what is about to happen. Limited not so much by the size, but a piano rolling down a hill will take a lot more effort and energy to kinetically redirect than a bicycle would. Background story (where was your character born ? How did he become a hero/villain ? How was he caught ?) : Ken Vector was born in New York to a scientist mother, and secretarial father. With access to nothing but the best in education, resources, books and toys, Ken grew up a spoiled brat, who could and would get whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Believing that he was superior to other people, he would look down his nose on everyone. Having an entitled upbringing had left him with a strong superiority complex. His vast intellect helped to propagate this, as he took to any and all classes really well. He didn't care he had nothing in the way of social skills. People were just tools for him to use to help him get to and achieve whatever he so desired. Wanting to further prove himself, he went on to become a Professor in Kinetic Energy, if for the title and nothing else, having a natural knack for physics. Soon after this, the Dean of the University tried to have him kicked out due to attitude and negligence of behavior. Since this had been the first time Ken had actually not gotten his way properly, he lashed out at the Dean. Security was called in. When one tried to jump onto him, Ken had just looked at him, and the guard went flying backwards. Another guard tried to punch Ken, but with a stern look, the flying fist suddenly changed direction, but not facing. The wrist proceeded to snap, and break the guards nose at the same time. Not knowing how it had happened, but understanding the concept, Ken used it to beat the Dean within an inch of his life. It was not long after this, that Ken Vector went out into the world, and became known to the tabloids as 'the Kineticist.' He had no objections to this name, and embraced it. Still believing himself to be the best, he would go out of his way to test himself, his powers, and the so-called-heroes. When the virus hit, Ken was left largely untouched. This did nothing but further stroke his ego. It was his arrogance and over-confidence that got him captured by the aliens when they struck. believing he could take them on, he got overwhelmed and apprehended, being one of the first super powered individuals to do so. Ever since, he has been quietly planning and plotting his revenge. None made him look weak and foolish. He would prove he was superior to these plebiscite aliens, and make them pay. But first he had to figure out how to escape his confines... Nemesis (the alias and username) : Nemesis's story (how did they meet ? who won ? etc. This should be coordinated with the player that is your nemesis) :</s> <\|message\|>Daren McDonnell Portal had to teleport into the cell to retrieve D'ren. As soon as she reached down to grab his shoulder, The Infamous sneered and reached up, taking hers, gripping her bicep tightly in an attempt to cause her pain, and also bypass the collar that restrained his ability. The latter didn't work, despite his strain. She teleported him out of the cell and D'ren tried to throw her at the bars while breaking for the exit, but stopped when he saw Dream-scape in her cell. He just stared at her, as if remembering something. " Don't remind me. It was not my call. " Portal said as she walked back to the group but then she stopped mid-way and looked back at the villain and said " Call me "hot-stuff" one more time and you'll wish you were dead. " Broken from his trance, D'ren glanced back at Portal and nodded with a mischievous grin. Portal looked at everyone and rose her voice over the alarm. " Ok. I don't care who you are or were before the war and I don't care if you hate each other. Right now, there are two options for each and everyone of you. Follow me, escape and then pay back these uninvited guests we have on our planet... or escape on your own. " she let the words hang a little in the air for effect and then continued speaking " But. Let me tell you that you won't make it far. We've got bogies coming in hot and without your powers, your nothing against an army. Now. Let's move out. Those that want to take your chances, be my guests. Everyone else, follow me. " D'ren turned to Portal, and then Elis. "Get this bloody thing off me," he scowled, pointing at the collar restraining his power. They ignored The Infamous and he groaned but turned to see Portal teleporting Dream-scape from her cell. D'ren was already moving toward his arch-rival before Portal had even ordered someone to pick her up. "She'll live," he grumbled before grabbing Dream-scape by her collar and hauling her to her feet. "Let's go, bint. Looks like I finally got ya, eh?" As everyone ran, D'ren basically dragged Dream-scape through the corridors, causing her to listlessly stumble a lot. When they got to the exit, D'ren stopped in his tracks, staring through the hole in the wall at the chaos and death. He nodded slowly with a smirk. "This is what I'm talkin' about," he said, and as a Portal offered him his sidearm, D'ren removed the young woman's combat knife from the sheath on her thigh and grinned at her as she spoke of betrayal. "Sod off." D'ren followed the others outside and threw Dream-scape down into the dirt so he could turn and plunge his confiscated knife deep into the neck of a charging Skit. "Yeah!" he snarled with as much viciousness as he could possibly muster into one syllable. "Ye like that?" The creature squealed in agony as The Infamous Irishman twisted the combat knife's blade back and forth in the guard's neck, releasing a couple gallons of goo onto his hands and arms. After that, D'ren saw a shack a few meters out of the way. He knew that was where the aliens had placed the heroes' and villains' outfits. Their weapons had been kept somewhere else, or destroyed... He glanced back to Dream-scape. "I'll be right back. Don't die on me. If anyone's gonna end ya, it'll be me." D'ren ran off to the shack, killing another Skit. But this time, he had to dodge a couple energy blasts from an alien sidearm. One of the blasts scraped his left arm. Grimacing in moderate pain, D'ren lunged at the Skit, driving the blade into the Skit's eye, all the way to the hilt. Once inside, D'ren rummaged around for something for a minute before exiting. When he did, he was very upset. Apparently the Skits had moved his leather duster to another shack after he was stripped of it in processing. He glanced around, wondering where it could be. There was no way he was going to leave that in there. Noticing another enemy, he hurled his knife at a Skit that was looking back and forth between D'ren and Dream-scape. He may or may not have been thinking about her safety... The knife flew end over end and stuck into the creature's side. It shrieked in agony and removed the blade with one of it's many claws. By the time it looked up, D'ren was running at it, ready to leap and land on its wounded body. But a nearby soldier shot the Skit in the head with a rifle. D'ren came to a skidding halt by the Skit's body, and then punched the soldier in the head and took his rifle. "Idiot." He also bent down to recover the combat dagger he threw at the now-dead Skit. D'ren then went back to Dream-scape. "Let's bugger off," he said, picking her up by her arm. He turned and nodded with a scowl at Portal and her soldiers and heroes, "They don't need us...though admittedly, probably for different reasons." Dragging her away from the group, The Infamous headed for an exit he thought was unguarded. It wasn't. @Timemaster</s> <\|message\|>Ollie Hart Looking around at the others Ollie saw Quinton; It was fair to say that they had not seen eye to eye on more than one Too many to count occasion. Ollie turned to his 'rival', "Mr Quinton, I think it would be best for us to put aside our little quarrel for now, and focus on our escape." Ollie agreed to run; "I will follow you, after all, Sun Tzu did say 'He who will win knows when and when not to fight, and right now, I do believe, that it is in our best interests to run." Ollie stated. Once The weak woman had been picked up, he moved up with Portal. His fitness had firmly declined, Leaving him breathing heavily after not too long, He had never shot a gun in his life, "It can't be too hard right? Just point and shoot." Ollie was surprised When Ollie caught sight of the destruction that the alien onslaught had caused; If they ever had a chance escaping, it had now become minimal. He caught one of the pistols that the soldiers had thrown one over to him. Ollie had never been more wrong. He pointed at one of the skits until its head were the sights and pulled the trigger. His body jumped when it produced a loud detonation, but within a moment the alien had fallen to the ground not dead but slightly crippled, He fired again, this time aiming for a bigger target, the chest, Causing the alien to crumple to the floor. "I must say I might use one of these more often, You best watch out Mr Quinton." He said with a smirk. He applied the same method again and again, Aiming for a weak point in their structure, The head in this case, And pulling the trigger, He considered these aliens corruption incarnate, which just made it easier for them to die. He was just about to fire his last shot before he heard a something moving a few steps behind him. He turned just to make sure it was nothing, as he realised it was an alien he moved his pistol hand into position, half blindly firing, half aiming. The bullet looked just to graze portal's arm, before penetrating the chest of the creature, Causing it to fall back, another shot hit the alien, Before one of the inmates threw himself at it."You save my life, and I shall help you keep yours. Consider my debt repaid, my apologies about your arm, I'm still getting used to this pistol," he said throwing it at the head of another skit, that was coming closer, knocking it off balance a bit "I do believe that is a sign that we should evacuate the area, We are currently diving head first into a shitstorm that has no end in sight." he picked up another pistol from one of the dead soldiers and continued shooting. Samurai @Timemaster</s> <\|message\|>Elis Saal Elis just got brushed off in a casual, off-handed manner, and it really upset Elis, who had even lost her screwdriver as the woman totally teleported her out without consent or permission. She was clearly annoyed by the way she had just been thrown to the wayside as if she was just another head of cattle to be used to feed their goals. Elis did not enjoy people that were just here because they would 'give the aliens a headache'. "You know, you are quite a callous bitch, you know, hot-stuff? Maybe your goal is to just rescue people for the sake of having more people to throw at the aliens in an attempt to actually do something, but don't tell them that. Just lie, tell us you are here because the aliens are evil, because holding captives is an injustice, because any bullshit you can pull out of your ass other than what you actually said. Because motivation is the most important aspect of any break out and you have really killed mine" She looked over her machine, which still did not look anything remotely worthwhile, and sighed, slowly following the people as they broke out. One suave guy threw a knife at an alien and other stuff happened, but Elis was more interested in her bundle of scrap. It was going to work, she just had to make it look better for those who judged it solely on how it looked.</s> <\|message\|>Quinton Hayes His arms shook visibly from lack of nourishment and he ran off of no more than adrenaline. A pistol flew his way and he caught it in his grasp; using a firearm was no issue for him, thought it had been some time since he had need of one. If muscle memory serves him right, all he had to do was aim and pull the trigger; he hoped it worked. No hesitation stunted the smooth raise of his arm and the first pull of the trigger. Hot lead left steaming holes in one of the alien's neanderthal shaped heads. A smoking gun in his grasp, his head turned to Ollie. "Stop calling me 'Mr', and why you still talk like you retarded or somethin'?" He quick-swtitched between several aliens while firing bullets until those in front of him were dead. He turned back to Ollie with his gun smoking and the bodies piled up. "You know I'mma beat that ass when we get outta here, right?" He looked for an exit amidst all the gun smoke.</s>	<\|message\|>Ken Vector Waiting for the roiling nausea wave to pass, Ken slowly righted himself. That girl who had 'rescued' him. He wanted to know how her abilities worked. Something like that could be very interesting if it could somehow be manipulated. It was his ultimate goal on Ignis as well. Learn how to control and manipulate her abilities. Since both Ken's and her abilities were born of energy, it stood to reason that there could be some logical leap to cross-collusion between the forces. But for now, there was the situation at hand. Ken Vector had quietly followed along behind the group, deliberately not drawing attention to himself for once. He had an idea in his head. A half baked one admittedly, but half a plan was better than none. So he followed along. He didn't bat an eye at the death and carnage that had met him as they went through the breach. Those too inferior and insignificant to live deserve their fate of death. Death was the ultimate insult as far as he was concerned. Morons. Bending down, he scooped up a gun from one of the fallen humans. Seemed like a standard pistol of sorts. Hiding behind cover, he sat there, careful to make sure no extremities were showing. A fire-fight like this was beneath him. Why dirty himself and mar himself with plebian weapons. He would let the other handle and deal with this, and then walk on the path they cleared for him. It was their right, no, their job, to facilitate this escape for him. He would do no such thing as make himself so base and vile as to stoop to their level. Firefights were for grunts.</s>
<\|description\|>Carnel Novell Sex: Male Age: 19 House: Dark Magician House Duel Disk: A dark brown body with a purple blade. Personality: Carnel is normally seen as a chill and polite guy, perhaps best described as being a gentleman. Wherever he goes, he greets people with kind smiles and polite greetings. If disputes happen around him, he usually takes the time to try to defuse them and make everyone smile again. He may even make an occasional joke if the situation is appropriate. Underneath, however, Carnel is a guy who is easily irritated. Rarely does he find someone he thinks he can trust, and dislikes a certain label that was often placed on him at home. While he maintains a calm demeanor, oftentimes there is a twitch that gives away that part of his nature, usually an eyebrow twitch or a sudden clench of his fist. History: Carnel was born into a rich family, and given anything his parents could give him. Food, clothing, toys, you name it. He grew in such a fashion along with his older brother, Vincent. One day, a special gift was given to him: his very first Duel Monsters deck. Carnel was curious as to what it was at first, but as he learned more about Duel Monsters, he was ecstatic. As he grew, his love for Duel Monsters grew as well. His brother had taken Duel Monsters as a career and grew to be a famous Duelist. Carnel wanted to be like his brother, and use his love for Duel Monsters for a career in the pro scene. Many saw this as Carnel wanting to catch up to his brother. As a result, they began to compare Carnel to his brother, and it was the same wherever he went. At first, Carnel didn't mind, but as time passed, Carnel began to notice this, and saw how few people recognized his own achievements. It was always "Vincent's brother" this and "Vincent's brother" that. Carnel couldn't stand it. Eventually, he managed to secure an application to Saotome Duel Institute, where he planned to carve his own path, hopefully without being compared to his brother again. Wish: To be recognized as a Duelist, and not a person in the shadow of his brother. Spell Card Name: Grinding Levels Type: Normal Effect: Return 1 "LV" monster from your hand to your Deck. Draw 2 cards. Monsters: 19 Destiny Hero - Plasma x 1 Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV8 x 1 Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV6 x 2 Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV4 x 2 Grinder Golem x 1 Lava Golem x 1 Jinzo x 1 Cardcar D x 1 Cyber Valley x 1 Dandylion x 1 Spell Stryker x 2 Spirit Reaper x 2 Battle Fader x 1 Cosmic Compass x 1 Elemental HERO Stratos x 1 Spells: 16 Pot of Greed x 1 *Grinding Levels x 1 Level Up! x 1 Scapegoat x 2 Mystical Space Typhoon x 1 Fires of Doomsday x 2 Fiend's Sanctuary x 2 Swords of Revealing Light x 1 Pot of Duality x 2 Forbidden Lance x 2 Level Modulation x 1 Traps: 5 Royal Decree x 3 Trap Stun x 1 Breakthrough Skill x 1 Prime Material Dragon x 1 Forbidden Chalice x 1 Forbidden Dress x 2 Raigeki x 1 Waboku x 1 Effect Veiler x 2 Ghost Ogre & Snow Rabbit x 1 Scapeghost x 2 Mirror Force x 1 Dark Bribe x 1 Marshmallon x 1 Marshmallon Glasses x 1 Pot of Greed E-HERO Stratos Scapegoat Battle Fader</s> <\|message\|>Fyodor Leo Konstantinovich (insists on being called 'The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell'. Yes, in full.) "Curses. Came on too strong, maybe made him think I wasn't cool..." lamented The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell as Panik simply stepped away from him. Beneath the helmet there was certainly an expression that appeared as soon as the action field appeared. He stepped to the side as he felt a rising tree brush up against where he stood earlier. The usual glow of the solid light duel disks were nothing compared to the blackness of this night. The only truly visible things were the heads and cards of these creatures of the night. "A world cloaked in darkness, lit only by the Morningstar himself..." solemnly though with a noticeable touch of glee, spoke Fyodor. He nodded as the Player Killer of Darkness made his gesture, although he could not see the gesture he certainly heard it. Drawing five cards Fyodor carefully examined what he drew before deciding on his plan of action. "I activate Foolish Burial." declared The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell as he selected Plaguespreader Zombie from his deck to be sent to the graveyard. There was a deep moan as Plaguespreader Zombie was entrapped below the forest. "Now I will summon Mezuki." There was a loud whinny as the manhorse appeared somewhere in the darkness. "End."</s> <\|message\|>Carnel Novell So this is a Pro Duelist's strength... Carnel thought to himself as he saw the state of the field. He was driven into a corner, faced against a 3000 ATK monster. His backrow was almost decimated and his monster zones were restricted. All in all, things did not look great. Still, he was not defeated yet. Neither of them had even taken damage, after all, and now it was Carnel's turn to turn the tide. "My turn!" Carnel said, drawing a card. His eyes lit up as he saw what he had drawn, and announced, "I play the Spell Card: Pot of Greed! This allows me to draw 2 cards!" As the green pot appeared on the field, Carnel drew his next two cards, and the pot was quick to shatter once its effect was used up. After examining the two cards he had obtained, he quickly decided on a course of action. "First off, I activate the Spell card: Mystical Space Typhoon!" Carnel said, revealing the card. "And the card I wish to destroy is Ojama Country!" As soon as Carnel activated it, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew in, ravaging the mushroom houses and the landscape itself, returning the scene to the normal school area and dropping Ojama King's ATK back down to 0. The Ojama King cried as it saw what had been done to its home. "I'm not done yet, though! By Tributing Spirit Reaper, I summon Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV6!" Carnel declared, the metallic bird-like dragon appearing with a screech. Pointing at Ojama King, Carnel commanded, "Horus, attack Ojama King!" Horus gathered a ball of dark flame within its beak, then discharged it at the white blob, who cowered in fear at its impending doom.</s> <\|message\|>Fushi Ryunosuke, Phantom Duelist of Saotome Academy Bug "A weak open is indicative of a weak opponent. Maybe I was wrong about you. Draw." he took a look at the card he drew, smiled menacingly, then put the card in his hand. "I'll normal summon the monster card, Castle of Dark Illusions!" he stated. Flying over head, materialized a flying castle, looming ominously in the night sky. "Next, I'll play the spell card, Double Summon! It allows me to summon an extra card this turn. I choose the card Slate Warrior! Arise." A humanoid creature materialized from underneath the flying castle. "They aren't staying for long. Now! Witness for the first time, a new summoning method! I offer up my Castle of Dark Illusions and my Slate Warrior! Link Summon! Link 2, Palace of of Dark Illusions!" Panik rose his hand as Slate Warrior was drawn into the symbol on Castle of Dark Illusions, coalescing as mist surrounded them. The Player Killer of Darkness too had vanished, and in his place, the silhouette of a large, palatial building floating in the air, though the other duelist no where to be seen. The castle disappeared for a moment, reappearing on top of the Ghoulish Rider's monsters. A single bomb was dropped on top of Mezuki. Palace of Dark Illusions (SW SE) DARK Fiend-type Link monster 1930 / LINK - 2 2 Flip Monsters If this Link Summoned card destroys a monster by battle and sends it to the graveyard, special summon 1 fiend-type flip effect monster from your hand, deck, or graveyard in face-up defense position. Monsters in this cards linked zones gain the following effect. •Once per turn: You can change this card to face-down defense position. The duelist nodded as he took the 2300 damage from his zero attack monster, shrugging off the damage as if it were nothing. All that was left defending him were two set cards: One monster, and one spell or trap. In spite of his massive disadvantage in life points, he didn't seem entirely defeated, even seeing that Horus had the capability to level up, and he indeed knew level monsters. Carnel allowed himself a small grin of triumph. The Pot of Greed proved to be a lifesaving draw. However, the Duel was not over yet. Carnel still needed to make preparations for a possible return comeback. "I won't take any chances against you, Manjoume," Carnel said. "Before I end my turn, I activate my face-down card: Royal Decree! This negates all other Trap cards on the field-" "-san da" the big-haired duelist added. His own face-down activated. "I chain in response, Ojamable. It allows me to Special Summon any Ojama monster that was destroyed by battle this turn. Because it activates first on the chain, it is not negated by Royal Decree. Not that you didn't know. Come back, Ojama King in attack mode." Once again, Carnel found three of his monster zones blocked off. "-Also, during the End Phase, if Horus has managed to destroy a monster by battle, it rises in Level and enters its final form!" Carnel explained. He then began to chant, "Dragon of magic-repelling hide, lay waste to your foes! Level Up! Arise, Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV8!" Horus began to glow a brilliant white light, morphing into the shape of a true dragon, and as the glow subsided, the metallic dragon let out a half-screech, half-roar as it completed its transformation. "And with that, I end my turn," Carnel said. The trenchcoat wearing man drew his next card. "Flip summon." he answered, smiling. Suddenly, the environment felt slightly colder, as a snowman appeared on the field. Once again, this monster had zero attack points. As it was summoned, Horus had become covered in a block of ice before shattering. "I too have the card Pot of Greed," he answered, "but I don't have it in my hand. Instead, I'll activate the card Terraforming! With it, I can add one field spell from my deck to my hand. I'll choose Ojama Country! Battle."</s> <\|message\|>Taiyo Hoshimi After his opponent's turn, the Swords of Revealing Light faded, their time up. Time that he would now make sure was not spent in vain. "Oh? I guess we have different ideas of skill." As Taiyo drew his next card, before he even glanced at it, he activated one of his face-down cards. "I activate the trap card Archfiend's Roar! For a mere 500 Life Points I Special Summon my Archfiend Emperor! Take your throne once more, Lord of Horror!" The fallen form of the ruler of all Archfiends rose from a dark portal that had appeared on the ground, once again ready to battle. "Next, I'll use my monster's effect. By banishing the Archfiend General in my Graveyard, I can destroy your monster. And thanks to the effect of Archfiend's Roar, my monster can't be tributed, rendering Archfiend Reverse's effect useless." Once again, the crimson blade of the Archfiend Emperor came down onto Archfiend Reverse, cleaving it in two. "Next, I activate my second trap card, Shapesister!" From the ground rose a lady of liquid stone, taking to the size of the titanic emperor. "My Shapesister is a Level 2 Trap monster, and is also considered a Tuner. Now, for the card in my hand..." Glancing at it, Taiyo's eyes lit up. This turn couldn't have gone any better. "I Special Summon Archfiend Commander. In order to do this, I must destroy one Archfiend monster I control, so Archfiend Emperor returns to the depths once more." As the Archfiend Emperor, First Lord of Horror once again sunk back into the portal of darkness, the realm of Pandemonium around them fluctuated with power. "Which allows me to bring an Archfiend monster to my hand that has lower levels. So, I add Archfiend Heiress to my hand!" With two cards in his hand, he shuffled them. "Now I remember you commenting on how I should have Synchro Summoned a monster this duel. Well, I hope it was worth the wait. Tuning the Level 2 Shapesister with the Level 6 Archfiend Commander..." Shapesister dissolved into two rings of flame, while the fiendish commander turned into six black stars that aligned within it. "A dragon with the heart of an Archfiend. Take witness to the power that channels burning hellfire. Synchro Summon!" From the rings and stars burst forth a dragon of red and black, similar to a signature card of a great Turbo Duelist. "Hot Red Dragon Archfiend!" As the large dragon loomed above Taiyo, for the first time during the duel he smiled confidently. Fire began to swell within the dragon's claws. "Hot Red Dragon Archfiend attacks you directly! Scorching Scarlet Flare!" With those words, the dragon dived down towards Tsunozuka and struck him directly. "I think I'll end my turn by setting a monster."</s>	<\|message\|>Carnel Novell "When my opponent decalres a direct attack, I can Special Summon Battle Fader from my hand to end the Battle Phase!" Carnel declared, the creature appearing on the field. As Battle Fader's pendulum-like appendage swung from one side to the other, Manjoume's attack suddenly began to fade, and his monsters were back on his side of the field as if nothing had happened. Carnel was glad to have had that card in his hand, as it saved him by the skin of his teeth, but that was the last of his defenses. It was in Defense position, but it still had only 0 DEF. If Manjoume Summoned more monsters, it would mean the end for him.</s>
<\|description\|>Ciell Macci Pilot Age: 17 Home world: Tranquility Appearance: A life dedicated to training has left Ciell with a lean, athletic form. An albino, her skin is chalk-white, her long hair a similar color, and her eyes holding a red-violet hue. She has a hard gaze and straight posture, like a soldier constantly at attention. Despite this, she's prone to wearing civilian clothes when things are quiet, however no matter what the outer layer, she's never without the form-fitting pilot suit below it all. Personality: Cold and dismissive to anyone that isn't her superior, compliant and dutiful to all others with an underlying layer of competitiveness beneath everything. Ciell makes a good soldier and little else. Though not prone to recreation, she took up dance in her early teens as an approved extracurricular exercise by her mother. History: Ciell's parents were exceptional pilots, with both the passion and skills to excel in their suits. However bad luck proved to be the stronger force when her father's prototype mech malfunctioned, resulting in a detonation of its core and the death of both himself and the nearby scientists monitoring his run. Shortly after, Ciell was born and her mother decided early on the girl was fated to be pilot. But unlike her father, she would not be dabbling in technology that she could not directly control, and thus she was relegated to the Paladin-class. For years when she wasn't running simulations, she was training under the iron fist of her mother's regime. This worked until she was fifteen, when Ciell suffered a sudden and crippling anxiety attack whilst piloting. Psychologists were quick to point the finger at her mother's harsh parenting, but Ciell claimed that the AI integration had been the source. With no agreed-upon cause, the girl was released and continued training without incident for the next two years, until present. Mech Planet of origin: Tranquility Model: Paladin Preferred weapon(s): The Mirror: An inward-curving field of visible magnetic energy that hovers close behind the mech and travels from one shoulder to the other. Upon activation the Mirror's ideal function would be to draw an incoming projectile into one end of the field, use its momentum to slingshot it across to the other end and rocket it back towards the direction of origin. However, the Mirror is experimental, and in addition to being useable only in instantaneous bursts, the system as a whole has a chance to falter. In such cases, the projectile could burn up in the field, break away and travel in an unintended direction, or simply be unaffected and damage the mech directly. As well, the Mirror is only capable of reflecting projectiles from the front, attacks from the side/behind will be unaffected. Mech Axe: A single-bladed energy axe, with a staff that runs roughly the height of the mech. The back of the blade as well as the end of the axe are equipped with boosters designed to propel swings against heavily armored targets for a chance at causing more damage, as well as adding to the Paladin-class mech's inherent mobility. Systems Package: No Upgrades Available AI: Yes AI name: Eckerd AI personality: While originally designed to be a snappy and sarcastic unit, after Ciell's incident two years prior, Eckerd's core personality was overwritten. Now the AI serves the same managerial purposes, minus any and all emotion. As such, the AI/Pilot mental mesh turns Ciell's mind into a veritable machine, capable of analyzing both the minute systems of her mech as well as the battlefield in perfect synchronization.</s> <\|message\|>Hayden Welles He hopped out of his mech running over Ciell's platform he stepped on beside her as his descended first. He extended a hand to her. "Good match, your as good as they say... I know you think I'm an ass. Your a good pilot and I respect that your serious and dedicated. If your looking for a squad your always welcome in mine." He told her as her platform sunk down. "You should have won, only difference here is I know how to take on your mech. My mother designed them, I know the weak points it's speeds and everything. If it was anyone else you would have won, just think about my offer. Your to good to end up in some forced together rookie squad." He waved and walked away. He was greeted with a sudden hug from his sister. "Look at that baby bro is grade A pilot!" She released him and punched his shoulder. He grinned messed up her hair with his metal hand. They both laughed. "Yeah I did pretty good, though the left arm is in bad shape the kick really messed it up." Hayden told her as the techs start repairs the junior technicians helping the older ones.</s> <\|message\|>Ciell Macci Hayden was perhaps the last thing Ciell wanted to see when she stepped out of her mech, but nonetheless there he was. Whatever haughty tone he held before over the comms was gone, replaced by some sudden and suspicious respect. There was no chance she was going to buy that, there were less gracious winners than there were losers. Her eyes went to his outstretched hand, and then briefly flicked down to her own hand, which had not yet ceased to bleed, and before she could decide whether or not to match his faux-sportsmanship her platform continued down. "Do not get used to this," she muttered, before descending away. A medic at the bottom was ready, but as soon as he began wrapping her arm she snatched the gauze and walked away. There wasn't time to stand around being seen to like some child, the bleeding wasn't awful and if she needed further treatment later she'd go and get it herself. For now, there was only one thing on her mind, training. Her reaction time hadn't been fast enough, she should have been able to swing faster, maneuver quicker. Her victory should not only have been assured, but it should have been flawless, every simulation and duel before pointed towards perfection, and yet here was a mark on her record. From a farm boy. A farm boy that was her squad leader now. That was her position, dammit, everything had led up to her leading the team, her leadership skills, her tactical prowess, and now what was she? Another body in a unit? The sower of glory to be reaped by another? It was worse than insulting, it was humiliating. It was outside of the gym that she encountered her mother, standing with her arms crossed as though she'd expected to see her daughter there. No, not as if, that was exactly the case. As a mech Ciell was deadly, as a person, predictable, especially to her mother. Like a soldier she came to a stop before the taller woman, head cast down to avoid the cold, hard eyes observing her. "I'm not going to explain why I'm disappointed with you. You'll be sparring with the volunteers I've gathered for the rest of the day. If you're going to bleed, you're going to get something out of it. Go." Ciell only nodded, walking past and into the training room. Within the small boxing ring were a group of students, fellow classmen she only vaguely recognized, people she'd beaten previously or others who had challenged her and been declined. All of them looked to her like vultures would a carcass, grins spreading a few lips, grimaces others. She could not lie to herself and think that she had a chance sparring all of them one after the other, but Ciell was good with facades, and as long as she could still stand it would be her number one priority to remind her opponents why they held their grudges in the first place. As the feeling came back to her hand she clenched it into a fist. Pain sizzled in her veins, ached in her bones, and blood leaked between her fingers onto the floor. It was going to be a long day.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter worked his way into the cafeteria, during his walk he had a decent conversation with Farid about their home worlds. Both almost completely different, yet both students would be fighting in similar ways. The two went their separate ways when they got in lines for the food. It seemed no matter where you were from these places were the same. Long lines and strange food. Though even though the food was a bit strange and actually smelled fresh, it was nice to see a somewhat familiar life style. Hunter sat down with a plate full of fruits, he's had canned fruit once before, but they were expensive to ship so it was normally protein rather then fruit. Hunter took a bite of what he assumed to be water melon. "Holy shit... This is awesome..." Despite he was going to school to learn to fight a war he enjoyed it. It was nice to see new worlds, meet new people, though he was skeptical on a few things. He'd have ot figure those things out as the days went on though.</s> <\|message\|>Hayden Welles Walking up to the lunch line he took a seat across from Hunter and smiled. "Hey watch the monitor their going to do a rerun of my match from." He told the other boy as he took a seat. "Tomorrow I'll take you down we can get some practice in the simulation center. You'll be able to master basic combat and movement their. Also did you here they are moving up posting for squad leaders. Tomorrow we will know whose going to be in a unit and whose commanding them. Of course it's up to the students to pick who they want for their squad leader." He told the boy in front of him as they ate. The monitors in the room buzzed to life and cute blonde appeared on screen smiling at the camera. The same could be said for all the monitors in the school. "Hello fellow students! I'm Melody Turner here to tell you about today's most exciting news!" The young girl cleared he throat. "First off I'd like to welcome all of you from off world to our planet and school." The camera panned back to focus on Melody. "However in other new's today, the son of one of leading scientists Doctors Welles placed his first official win against front runner and local prodigy Ciell Macci. The young man in question is none other than amputee victim, Hayden Welles who lost both an arm and a leg fighting to defend his home. Managing to take down two UP-DC Scarlet Hunter class mechs with only a Knight class mech and farm equipment the young man is considered to be an up and coming pilot." As she spoke it showed some of the recorded scenes of a Knight firing a modified cloud seeder that propelled hundreds metal balls at low enough speed through the mechs shields killing the pilots. Inside before he hit by multiple blast from a orbital pattern laser that destroyed the mech with Hayden inside it. The news show flicked away but a replay of the Arena match between Hayden and Ciell was replayed. Teachers voiced over talking about inherit benefits of Haydens strategy and maneuvers. They also discussed how it was still a surprise victory while Hayden has yet to become an expert his focus in battle was perfect. His use older more proven tech had brought him victory. However they stated that if Ciell could learn to fight in Knight like she did a Paladin she could be unstoppable. Yet the moment it had started playing Hayden got and rolled his eyes walking back towards his room. He didn't care about that, he just needed to get out their and fight. To make sure what happened to his family never happened again to anyone. If he had to go through every pilot in the school he would.</s>	<\|message\|>Ciell Macci Ciell tore through the halls on a bruised leg, doing the best to keep the blood of her now-open arm wound from spilling onto the floor. The students she'd been sparring with likely wouldn't take too well to her running off, and she was certain her mother would be very cross. After five rounds and an ill-thought-out punch, her bandaged arm had gotten worse, and the pain had been enough to make her realized she couldn't go on any further. And so she ran, and fast at that despite the bruised leg. Her whole body was sore, she wasn't about to let one injury cripple her, and the arm wound could wait until she got back to her room. The lift was slow to arrive, and when at last it did and she stepped inside, the other students rounded the corner. Ciell knew they saw her, but they couldn't know what floor she'd be on, not off the top of their heads. If they searched, sure, they'd find her, but would they? The one's she'd beaten up might, but the others would likely give up, which if worse came to worse, would at least even the odds a tad more. The doors opened to her floor, and some small part of her was relieved to see that no one was present for the moment. The last thing she needed was for someone to see her beaten and bruised, limping with a bloody arm. She hurried to her room and locked the door behind her, immediately going for the sink and peeling the bandages off of her skin. They came off red and sticky, but at least the arm was intact. What wounds the shattered monitor had caused were now much more open, bleeding from the trauma of its use. The water she ran it under stung, and before she could think to compose herself she half-screamed in pain. Her free hand flew to her mouth. No. No one, absolutely no one would hear her scream, not in agony. As she washed the wounds her whole body shook, but she kept her teeth clamped together and every slow whine of pain turned to bitter hisses. If she was going to expect guests, she'd need to be in presentable shape. Tomorrow when it would be safe to roam the halls, she'd go get stitches, but for tonight an extra layer of gauze would have to do. If it came down to it, she'd keep the arm close, and avoid using it at all. Ciell sat down on the bed, breathless and sweating, both from the exhaustion and the pain. Her arm pulsed like a beacon, sending throbs of shock through her every few moments. But even while she stayed there, waiting for the potential second round of attack, she did not hate her opponents. She did not hate her mother, she did not hate the speaker over the intercom or the screens broadcasting her failure, she didn't even hate Hayden. Instead she focused all of that anger and contempt inward at herself, where it belonged, where it could be useful like a fuel. She began to wish for the other students to come, wished they would knock on her door and demand she open up to continue their rounds, because even though she was angry at herself, the outlet they would receive would be far worse than any internal struggle she endured. And so Ciell sat, watching the door, listening to the hallway for any footsteps or voices. Even if no one came, she would wait all god damn night.</s>
<\|description\|>Corbeau Username: JSAVVY Age: 21 Race: Ash Phoenix Class: Rouge Healer Appearance: Flowing black hair of dust (when contacted by earth elements the ends tend to glimmer and spark maroon). Left eye of a violet color where the iris is nearly completely enveloped by the pupil, while right iris is a golden brown (blinding to anyone who should gaze upon it for too lengthy a period). Built of a sickly stature, seemingly frail and unable to walk without a crutch. Skin gray with the tiniest sprinklings of a magical fire orange glow(best seen in the darkest of times). Short Bio: As a child of approximately 3 years old Corbeau was abandoned by her family. Shocked awake by the slight stir in atmosphere she runs to grab her mother's hand only to realize that neither her or her father were present in bed ( quite unkempt if I might add). As she runs outside she finds that the brilliant garden of freedom she once knew has already started to sink into the depths of evil and darkness. Come daylight it is well understood to Corbeau that anyone who should step foot onto the snapping grass of the forest is morphed into it's own worst nightmares and after only a few hours will have killed or deenergized all beings within it's limited 3 yard range. Enough about children, reminiscing is for the weak. I am a woman now and this is my story. I keep this forest safe from grabbers and uphold all standards of vermin. The silent, helpless beasts of the forest are the only faithful beings on earth and the rest of us, well, let's just say that in the end there is a kingdom of color for them and colorful furnace for us. Good attributes: nurturing to the helpless creatures of Hellandisle (a.k.a. the black forest), memory of an elephant (knows forest like her own palm), heightened senses, resourceful, passionate sense of duty Bad Attributes: emotionally unstable, power beyond control, racist, sheltered (nearly to the point of being mute), reluctance to kill</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista She definitely moves faster than a normal human... And she doesn't want to be followed. A small grin came to her lips. Well, I never was good at taking the hint. Aruna strapped her bag to the tree and used her knife to mark it so that she could find it later. she would need full mobility, and her pack would slow her down. She also removed her cloak and exposed the black scales on her forearms and back, as well as her tail, Tail Whip, and wings. She stretched her wings to get them loose, Then she began to move through the trees at a much quicker pace back towards the Redheaded... whatever she was. For all Aruna knew that woman was also here for the phoenix. And that was not a risk she would take. As she ran on all fours through the tree's branches she flicked her tail and there was a small SHINK as the blades on the tail whip slid into position as a blade on the end of her tail. She also removed her knife and placed in her mouth so she could use all of her limbs to move rapidly through the trees. Soon she began to feel that same presence she had earlier. She's close. @JadedPetals</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau That noise. Ears say high. Infernape? Odd, early for his likes. Eyes scan. Wh - what in hell. INTRUDER. How? why? So much for the early birdy. draw bow Sharckits not attacking. No yawking. Looks human. Exorbitantly less breathing. Unarmed. Unfortunate. Must protect isle. Evade and distract</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau Double trouble. New beast, not in the slightest unthreatening. Breath. Realign sights. Observe. Black scales. Razor Sharp tail. Wings. Climber. Brain, it can't be? Zakrom went rogue long ago and was put down. Spire claws won't do much damage hear. In need of backup. More eyes. Extra shade. YAWK YAWK YAWK. Oh now we speak up. Blood has been split. "Chika chika"</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft Sigh... this is the last thing I need. Evelysia knitted her brows together in irritation. I don't feel like dealing with that brute. Where can I hide? She dipped below a mangled tree and behind a thicket. Evelysia drew her cloak tightly around her, blending into the shadow.</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna slowed her dash through the trees and began to creep, using her draconian eyes to try and find the woman she had seen. hmm.... I know she's in this area, but I need something to draw her out. Aruna heard a buzzing as she sat thinking and looked up to see a Sythe Wasp nest. She grinned wickedly as an idea came to her. She cleared her voice and spoke so that she was sure the woman could hear. "Hey! I know you're around here somewhere! And I'm giving you one chance to come out and give yourself up! You won't like the concequences!" She stood on the branch, posed and waiting.</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau Anger. How dare - UGH. Don't touch my things. Riverspire doesn't belong to you. Love and I will have your head for this pain. "Greetings." "Ground dwellers; dig traps from here to mount Treble. Flyers; follow them both and keep me informed. Swingers; you know what to do. Be careful family, these are not our normal outsiders."</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft This is becoming increasingly annoying. "What," her voice came out as a snarl, "do you want?"</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna smiled. "Well, what I want is none of your concern, but what I need, is for you to tell me who you are, why you're here and why in the name of the gods are you wearing those shoes?"</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft Evelysia's right eye involuntarily twitched. "Who are you to ask me who I am?" Evelysia hissed.</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna, looked around and scanned. She was looking around for anything that might hone in her diamiter of search. She readied her knife, and spoke. "I'm the one whose going to make your day very bad if you don't answer me."</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft "I am uninterested in being pestered by an impudent beast such as yourself. Leave me be. We're not alone, at any rate."</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau Can not allow trespassers into Eden. Too many secrets. Healing riverspires... Not my intended meal task. Found bag. Must search. Not in the open, it might come back. I'll take this.</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna's smile fell and she speaks in a soft, dangerous tone. "Beast, huh?" She cuts the stem of the Sythe wasp nest as she spins and hits the nest dead center while it falls, knocking it to ground in the general area where the woman should be. The nest smashes open and hundreds of Sythe wasps with inch long stingers that look like blades, and they seek out a target for their rage. "I'll show you a beast." She reaches into her pocket and brings out a small red stone, but she just holds it in her hand.</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft Wasps... Really? Evelysia sighs and steps out, simultaneously raking a claw-like nail down her forearm, producing blood that is nearly black. In another swift movement, she flings the blood at the wasps while muttering under her breath. The blood sears into the wasps, effectively burning them all.</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau Moving to higher ground. Help is established. Must keep moving. Damned outskirts plenty capable of handling themselves. Eden is but 30 clicks south. Home, assess, plan, enact.</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna jumped from the branch and flew towards the woman like an arrow, she felt her blood boiling. You want to see a beast, I'll show you a beast! At the last moment she spins forward so that her Tail whip, in mace form, comes rushing towards her prey.</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau "Ow!" Wha - who. Murderer. Eden. Must get to Eden. Must recuperate.</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft Evelysia swings her body away from the foe, slipping around the tree. She quickly backs away. "I am uninterested in fighting you. Leave me be and we can go on with our lives."</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna's tail whip strikes the ground and She lands. She pulls her tail from the dirt and snaps it so that with a slight SHINK it becomes a blade at the tip of her tail. "What are you in these woods for? Because I can only think of one reason a..." She looks the woman up and down. "... City girl, like yourself would bother coming into a cursed wood..." She readies her knife. "You're here for the Phoenix aren't you?"</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau Weakened and bewildered before high-noon. A long day begins!.</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft "Clearly that's what you're here for," Evelysia quips back, raising a defined eyebrow.</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna poises her tail over her like a scorpion's tail. "Obviously. Which is why I can't really let you have it."</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft "Or perhaps you're being a paranoid savage, and I am merely trying to cross these woods." Evelysia folds her arms across her chest, arching an eyebrow. "What need would you have for the likes of a phoenix, anyway?"</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau What blessings, a plucked log. The early bird really does catch the worm.</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau Home sweet home. Stomach full. Pain subsided. Feeling much better. Down to business. What is in this bag?</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna snorts and rolls her eyes. "One. I am not a savage. Two, it's very, very unlikely that someone who uses blood magic and has no smell would be out in these particular, cursed, woods alone for nothing more than a stroll. Especially," Aruna motions to the extravagant and obviously expensive shoes the woman is wearing. "in those shoes."</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft "Right," Evelysia snaps. "Or perhaps it's not your business of why I am here. I owe no explanation to you. These are not your woods, that is not your phoenix, and I repeat, it is certainly not your business of why I am here. Though I owe you nothing," she hisses, "I am crossing these woods for a reason. I am not casually wandering about. And perhaps what I have on my person are the only things that I own. So if you indeed have a problem with my," she looks down, quirking an eyebrow, "smoldering shoes, I do not actually care."</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna looks back down at the woman's shoes and sees that they are in fact smoking. She snaps her eyes down to her own feet and finds that they and also in the early stages of being eaten away. "What the hell?" The plants seem to be making a juice that dissolves their shoes as they walked. Aruna jumps up, spreads her wings and glides up to a tree branch.</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau Healing that Riverspire took a lot of energy. Journey to Treble mount imperative. Scoundrels shall not hinder guardian responsibilities.</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft Evelysia sighs and sticks her foot out, looking over her shoe. "Pity. These were so nice." She turns her gaze up to the aggressive, winged woman above. "It seems even the grass is unwelcoming. I'm sure you've noticed something strange in the air. And... a strong maple scent."</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna slowly nods. "Of course. The smell is almost overpowering. That's why I didn't recognize you didn't have a scent at first. And yes, I had my doubts, but... There is something wrong with these woods." She sighs. "Listen... Why do you want the Phoenix? We might both be able to use it."</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft "I'm not even convinced the phoenix is even in these woods. Such a creature has only been a myth about these parts." Evelysia scans the trees around her.</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau Interesting material, this bag. Stinks like dog. Rather heavy. Let's see. "Bleh", carnivore! These berries smell delightful and what a pretty color. What in the smooth ener -</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna leans against the trunk of the tree. "Well, you beleived in it enough that you came to this gods forsaken place. So, if it is here. What would you do with it?"</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft Evelysia sighs, "As I said before, I am going through the woods. Not trying to wander about inside it, looking for some bird that may just be mere folklore and rumors. I find it rude for you to ask such things without offering up any answers for yourself, anyway."</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna grins slightly. "What can I say, I was raised by wolves." Her grin falls. "But I need that bird as well and I simply need to know if you're an enemy or an ally. And I haven't seen conclusive evidence of either."</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau "Oh, hello Finn. What news?" I see, "Thank you brother, off you go". Grab Glenda and spireclaws. Put doggie bag in Poppins' case, for bartering reasons. Run.</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft A shadow crosses the glowing, violet eyes of Evelysia. "I was raised by a good mother, and therefore was taught manners. I suppose I lose some of them talking to those without them, but the point still stands. I tire of this conversation. I don't want to be your ally or your enemy. I simply want to be on my way."</s>	<\|message\|>Corbeau "Sisters protect the garden at all costs. The secrecy of Eden is paramount. Our destiny is to live in peace. And by golly live in peace we shall."</s>
<\|description\|>Aphrodite A fit and alluring blond woman, exuding an air of calmness and authority. She possesses a captivating voice that can mesmerize others, making her presence both enticing and commanding. As Miss Aphrodite, she runs the mysterious Fitness Club with an enigmatic charm that draws people in.</s> <\|description\|>Harley A deranged clown princess with blonde hair tied into two pigtails, wearing pale makeup and deep red lipstick. She dresses provocatively in a form-fitting leather black dress with knee-high boots. Her appearance suggests a seductive and confident personality, but her actions reveal underlying confusion and submission.</s> <\|narrator\|>Harley Quinn, dressed in leather and heels, enters an unassuming fitness club. The building's owner, Miss Aphrodite, introduces herself and leads Harley to the exercise area. There, she changes Harley's outfit into workout attire without her knowledge. As she begins to pedal on a bike, Harley finds herself increasingly aroused by its vibrating sensation. Meanwhile, a new client named Chun Li arrives at the gym and meets Miss Aphrodite.</s> <\|message\|>Aphrodite Long, slender fingers finished folding up the small, white piece of paper and guided it to the pocket on the front of the dress. Small hands started brushing off some of the dust off the leather black dress. Hazel eyes trailed from her dress up to the large building in front of her. The building didn't look like much. It really didn't. It was hidden pretty well in the world, and the woman wouldn't have been there had her sugar not poked and prodded her to go. Her busy hands moved back to her hair, making sure things were straight before she even entered. Dr. Harleen Quinzel better known as Harley Quinn let out a sigh as her eyes glanced over the building once more. She was dressed in a form-fitting leather black dress. Her blonde hair was tied up in two pony tails, one to each side. Her pale face perfectly exemplified her deep red lipstick. To finish off the outfit were knee high black leather boots with decent sized heels. It was one thing to walk in them, it was another to fight. Of course, her Joker had sent her here to maybe help her fight the Batman a little bit better. She understood though, defeat after defeat after defeat could weigh heavy on one's psyche. Even a psyche that was so manic could be affected. That was why she was here. The flyer hadn't said much beyond the fact that it was a "Fitness Club." Heels clicked on the pavement as she entered the facility. The front desk was unmanned and Harley let out an annoyed sound. "Hello?" She called out. Her voice filled with dissatisfaction. It was pretty clear that she didn't want to be there. She stepped slowly, just investigating the place. She was very careful. Her fingers around the heavy, oversized wooden mallet that she had brought with her. If anything, Harley thought, this place would at least allow for her to get a little bit stronger. "Is anyone home?" Her voice called out again. When no one showed themselves, she stomped her foot out of annoyance, a pout forming on her lips. Shaking her head, she turned and got ready to walk out the door she had come through.</s> <\|message\|>Harley The Aphrodite Club once one had gotten inside, would look like any other gym. It had an open spacious venue the building. From the looks of it was unmanned yes, and yet, there was the strange feeling she was being watched the moment she entered the building. Then, slowly appearing before her a woman, tall fit, and blond haired, wearing a jogging suit from the looks of it. Her toned figure, had just enough to it leaving her more beautiful than one might imagine. "Ahh, so you got the Elite Membership card it seems." The woman comes out from behind the counter and looks at Harley Quinn, and circles her. "I hope you don't plan to bring that mallet onto the exercise floor..." She spoke in a gentle tone, and would move with such fluidity, that even Harley would have trouble not watching her closely. Soon with a snap of her fingers, Harley would have found her changed, from what she had worn upon entering, to what the owner of this place felt would be more fitting for her to wear at a fitness club. The mallet would also vanish, it seems that the woman was not fond of people bringing weapons into a club like this. "Now then, I am Miss Aphrodite, and I do hope you have come to do some sweating?" Aphrodite spoke calmly, and gently reached a hand out placing it along the center of Harley's torso. Then, she glides a hand in circles till she had a feel, "It seems I have just the work-out for you, should you still want to participate?" The blond fit woman said calmly.</s> <\|message\|>Aphrodite The voice caused Harley to stop in her tracks. Turning slowly, the blonde woman before her was absolutely breathtaking. She was into men, for sure, but for some reason, she just couldn't take her eyes off of the one before her. It was almost like she had a spell over her or something. Her fingers tightened around the mallet for just a second, but then the woman's voice had put her at ease. It was almost like she was a siren or something. She felt herself being drawn into her soft, soothing voice. The way she walked, it was as though she was gliding through the air. When she snapped, a cold breeze hit her before she looked down and even noticed she had changed into something else. Harley didn't even care, she was too focused on what was in front of her. In truth, Harley didn't even notice the mallet was gone. When she introduced herself, Harley had no words. When she touched her, Harley shivered. When she asked if she wanted to participate, Harley's brain started to scream. This wasn't a workout club? She thought Joker had sent her to some training grounds? Maybe hone her skills! Not to sweat or work out on a fucking treadmill! Still, as her mouth opened to protest and to speak up, she found her head nodding at the woman in front of her. Shit! What was that! She wanted to leave, not stay! Looking down, she found herself in white short-shorts, a sports bra, and a pair of bleached white tennis shoes. White was certainly not her color, and she figured she must have looked ridiculous in the getup. After all, she was a murderer, not some preppy whore. Still, she waited for her new physical trainer to show her the workout room. As much as she didn't want to go, as much as her brain protested. There she was.</s> <\|message\|>Harley Miss Aphrodite walked, and the girl followed. It was clear that this place dulled the mind, making one much more submissive. Either, this woman herself was to be the source of this, or this place was a mirage or a dream, either way. The woman walked, and led Harley to a pair of exercise bikes. They were the latest model, with that 3D monitor on the handlebars that lets you view yourself biking around the world by clicking on the touch screen. It didn't look suspicious in the least, very normal for a Fitness Club like this. Aphrodite would motion towards the equipment and clear her throat. "Harley, please have a seat..." She spoke, her tone pleasant yet demanding. The girl looked more fit for this place now, Aphrodite thought, save of course the clown makeup, but nothing a good bit of 'exercise'. Calmly she stood waiting for the girl to mount the bike, the clothes fitting tightly on her, not the curviest woman Aphrodite had in her place, but the clothes seemed to fit just a little too perfectly.</s> <\|message\|>Aphrodite The deranged clown princess followed Miss Aphrodite without much debate or argument. When she saw the exercise bikes, her eyes glazed over a bit. They were nice bikes sure, but Harley was fit enough as is. She certainly didn't need to work out any and she certainly had no intention of staying. That being said, however, when Aphrodite asked her to take a seat, Harley soon found herself plopped firmly into the saddle. Instinctively putting her feet up on the pedals, and putting her hands on the bars, Harley took a moment to pick a scenario on the 3-D monitor before she began pedalling away. The clothes she was wearing would start to ride up on her body, but Harley never once stopped to fix them or stop. Miss Aphrodite wanted her to use the bike, and use the bike she would. Whatever her new acquaintance wanted, he new acquaintance would get it seemed. "It's getting a little hot, could I maybe have some water?" Harley said, makeup running down her face from the sweat that she was working up. Would this really help her beat Batman?</s> <\|message\|>Harley The moment that Harley was working up a good sweat, she heard the door chime. Looking over at the monitor in the room, she saw a new client making her way into the gym. It appeared to be a Chinese woman. Miss Aphrodite would look back at Harley and smile. "Keep biking... and don't stop, till I return," she said sternly in warning. She pressed a button on the bike before leaving, and suddenly as Harley pedaled on the bike, it sent a vibration up against the clown woman's cunnie beneath her workout shorts, with the sweat riding up the shorts, it was clearly going to affect Harley. Miss Aphrodite made her way back from helping Harley to meet the newcomer, and smiled towards the woman, who looked like she enjoyed a good workout. "Well hello Miss... you must be here about our new work out program." She smiled at her, noticing how interested the woman seemed in their gym.</s> <\|message\|>Aphrodite The clown princess continued to push the pedals harder and harder, and when Miss Aphrodite disappeared, she frowned. While the feeling of something was still heavy on her mind, now that her new trainer had walked away, Harley's mind began to clear up a bit. That was, of course, before the button was pressed. When the little vibration went off, Harley nearly stopped pedaling the bike right then and there. Looking down, for a moment, Harley tried to find the source. It was in such a peculiar spot, and Harley almost felt as though it was intentional. The more she pedaled, the more vibrations she would receive. Holding back moans of pleasure, Harley started to pedal a little bit slower, just waiting for her chance to get off the bike. Still, she continued to pedal, even if her brain didn't want to. Chun Li looked inquiringly at the newcomer. Her eyes had been scanning the little place. It didn't look too out of the ordinary, but you could never tell nowadays. "And who are you?" She said, taking a step back for just a second. At this point, it was pretty hard for Chun Li to trust anyone, let alone someone that she had just met.</s>	<\|message\|>Harley "You may call me Miss Aphrodite," she said with a smile as she looked over the woman. While Harley was busy, she took the time to enjoy the look of this latest entry. She seemed used to working out and getting a good sweat. "I welcome you to Aphrodite Fitness, the best place to be if you're looking to relax and exercise." The blond woman flashed a pretty smile at the blue qipao-dressed Chinese woman with the nicely built and powerful-looking legs. "You have impressive legs," she said slowly walking in close and placing a hand out, offering some workout clothes that hadn't been in her hands before. "Please, if you would like to exercise, how about changing into these?" Passing the bike room, she made sure Harley was still biking before leading the woman to the locker rooms.</s>
<\|description\|>Verick Styles Age: 18 Birthday: Jan 20th Magic: Well of Creation: This magic can pull from the users imagination, but requires immense levels of concentration and magic reserve. The user must have a solid grasp on the item they wish to create, a firm and solid image in their mind. Without a solid image, you might end up fighting with a squiggly line for a sword. This means only the things he has practiced the hardest are capable of being brought out in the midst of a tough combat. Small objects tend to be the easiest to create. Requiring less magical energy, though they tend to have the least amount of punch. Intricate items require more focus, though the size is what determines the magical cost of said item. A chair for example wouldn't eat up too much magical energy and can be created rather easily. Though a large object, such as say a wooden beam, a tree, a carriage etc. Would eat up a much more substantial amount of magic. To add decoration and such wouldn't require much more in the way of magic, but the amount of concentration would be much more substantial. Some Spells would include, for the minor range- Sword Creation: Creating a sword of stern magical strength, though the skill to use it well doesn't come along with the blade. Armor Creation: Creates a decent set of armor for the user, though their movements may become a bit more sluggish, their defenses can go up at least. Chair Creation: Everyone needs a place to sit. Magical Bomb: An explosive created utilizing magic as it's detonator. Medium Range Spells Would include- Armor Golem: A suit of armor, with weapon, capable of moving on the command of the user. Tracking Beast: A small creature, the size of a normal house cat, though this creatures entire purpose in life is sniffing out the target. Magic Level: Dunno.. A? History: Verick was born to a father and mother in the mountains of a small country. His father was a practitioner of magic and the only reason he had found himself a wife was in order to continue passing down his magical knowledge. His purpose was to try to force his son to pass on his knowledge to his own son… etc. etc.. eventually culminating in the most powerful mage since Zeref. Though this plan was short lived. His father was found out, practicing illegal magic. Verick was out gathering fire wood at the time and luckily had escaped capture himself. But was forced to live on his own from that day forward. He practiced his magic in secret, traveling from town to town so he wouldn't end up caught like his father… Though he had no idea of guilds until he reached fourteen. Now he's been searching for something worthwhile, a guild where he can settle down… and get filthy rich. (Living on the streets so long and always forced to be in that mountain home… He never got to have any toys or books outside of magic… now he craves everything he never had as a child.) Personality: Verick is a happy go lucky guy on the outside. But he tends to press buttons and get on peoples nerves. He believes that by pressing their buttons you see the true person. He is mistrustful of people, seeing as how he was raised and the life he lived afterward, never knowing when people might see him or turn him in. Though he longs for the kind of life that others had, a family, friends… people to care for him. But he often sabotages these relationships. Guild and guild mark location: No Guild Yet Team Members: none Three Strengths: 1. Strong imagination 2. Skilled with many forms of weapons 3. Knows how to live on the streets! (He's... been homeless a while.) Three Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable) 1. Has a hard time focusing when an enemy appears to be stronger than him. (He becomes overwhelmed with doubt and worry. "C... Can i beat this guy...?) Making his magic much harder to control. 2. Money- He's willing to do anything to obtain his lifes blood. Money. Even if it requires putting a comrade in a dangerous position. (Think Natsu when he teamed up with Lucy for that book job... But all the time.) 3. Has a hard time getting to know or trust others. Because of this and his habit of using comrades to obtain money, it makes it very hard for him to form any kind of relationship or friendship. Greatest Love: Money, There is nothing in this world greater than the almighty dollar (Or Jewel in this case) Motivation: To obtain enough magical energy and power... TO CREATE A MANSION TO RIVAL ANY KINGS CASTLE!!! With an army of golems at his side! WAHAHAHAHA! (His true motivation, is to overcome his trust issues, and seek out friends and comrades.) Appearance: Additional Details:</s> <\|message\|>James Hunt James Hunt\|Crocus City Armorer @hatakekuro@t2wave James waved off Nolan's attempts at a snappy comeback and smiled at Ariel's answer. "Enjoy your day, love birds. Oh, and if you see Damian, tell him I need to talk to him. There's a familiar magic presence in town that he may want to track down." Watching the two leave, he turned to Cody with a nod. "That it is. Permanent weight enchantment to lighten the load. If you choose it, I can give a few additional enchantments for ease of movement and such." Damian Gerard\|City of Belka Damian took one last look over the house then nodded, heading for the graveyard. There was definitely some kind of legitimacy to something being VERY wrong here, but he couldn't figure out if a virus was quite right. As they walked, he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen, a hand rising to rest on Durandal's hilt. "Anyone else get the sense we're about to encounter trouble?" Hunter Jorgenson\|Crocus City park Tamashii@Roseletta Hunter nodded, understanding. "I can see that. Well, in any case, I'm gonna go hit up a restaurant or two, what with no matches today. If you need me, you know what I smell like. Catch ya later Amaya, Mother Hen." He looks at the Exceed and grins. "Furball" Turning, he headed into the crowd, following his nose to the best tasting foods. Jack Goran\|Laughing Dragon Hotel Basement Tamashii Jack frowned. The confusion was evident on her face and without the constant tone, her childness showing through greatly. In response, he decided to approach the question carefully. "She did it, dear Aria, to protect you and free you from your past. In fact, she's out getting you some new headphones with more music options now."</s> <\|message\|>Mayt Derren Marris A Small Town On the Far Side of FioreThe smoldering lump stood up in what could only be described as an angry manner. Once the man reached his feet, his shoulders were hunched, his breathing heavy, and the Phoenix Wing mark on his left hand was visible through his burnt glove. He swallowed and slowly bent down to pick up his dropped weapon, bits of his burnt coat falling off from the little bit of remaining fire on it. As he straightened himself after retrieving his weapon, he leveled the tip of it with the man that had thrown the fireball towards the crowd. "I'm amazed you're still standing, that should've been enough to evaporate you into nothing," the dark mage mused, summoning another fireball in his hand. "No matter, it should work this time." The mean who had miraculously survived the mage's first attack said nothing, his head lowered slightly and his sword raised. The crowd watched in horrified anticipation as the dark mage just shrugged and launched the fireball at his new opponent's chest. He didn't move, as anticipated, but what wasn't anticipated was when the burnt figure simply turned and raised his hand to the fireball, finally speaking."Negate: Heat." The fireball dissipated as it passed through the magic circle that appeared in front of the swordsman, who afterwards turned and readied his sword again. The Dark mage smiled slightly, and shrugged before holding up one hand by his head. "Oh good, someone who doesn't just go down at the snap of my fingers, this'll be-" the shadow mage stopped as the Phoenix Wing mage charged him, and scoffed as he rose his hand quickly into the air, palm up. A massive wall of fire formed between him and his assailant. He was caught off guard, however, by the mage simply slicing through the fire, and charging him headfirst. He only barely noticed that the man's blade had turned black, like it had been burned, before it was swinging at him. The dark mage barely avoided the strike, followed by two, three, four more. Every time he tried to summon fire to try and slow him down, it was cut away. After what seemed like forever to the Dark Mage, he finally got away from the sword-swinging maniac that was trying to cut him down. "Wh-who are you?" This got the mage to stop and stand up, letting the tip of his blade rest on the dirt for a moment. He lifted his head as if he was proud, but the unkempt scraggly stubble of a beard, singed clothes, and messy hair just made him look like a homeless war veteran. "I am Mayt, S-Class of Phoenix Wing," his voice was cold and monotone as he spoke, and he would put his other hand on the hilt of his sword. As the dark mage opened his mouth to reply to this, Mayt suddenly slashed diagonally upwards, casting another spell as he did. "Amplify: Motion!" The attack caught the Dark Mage completely off guard, and he could only make sputtering sounds as the blade clove his body in two. Afterwards Mayt just looked down at the corpse, the surprised look still on his face. He felt his face twitch in an attempt to smirk, but it failed to succeed for even a second, and he turned to face the crowd he had saved from the initial fireball. They looked at each other wordlessly for a long moment, before Mayt sheathed his sword again and started towards the hotel he had been staying in, hands in what was left of his pockets. He had finished in this town anyway, it was time to move on to bigger and better things.</s> <\|message\|>Plutus Ishtar ❀ Rosalina Idwal ❀"I'm so scared, Leah. I don't know what to do." "It's never easy to face your past. Your fear is normal." ❀ @Lmpkio❀ Nolan had departed, having business elsewhere, leaving Rosalina and Sayatachi alone at the table. Her arms were folded across her chest whilst she stared forward, only nodding to Nolan as he left. The sun was high above the outdoor cafe, signalling that some time had passed since morning. The fact that they hadn't found anyone yet was starting to get to Rosalina. She disliked failure, but perhaps she had bitten off more than she could chew by volunteering to recruit Knights. She wasn't a people person. The thought occurred to her that one of the more outgoing members of the council would have been more suited to this task. Her pride as a Knight had allowed her to become overwhelmed with visions of grandeur; that she would be capable of inspiring others to join. The very thought almost made her laugh out loud. Rosalina turned her gaze to the side where Sayatachi sat. Her and Nolan had briefly argued over something that the Rune Knight decided was none of her business, though she was still curious. Knowing better than to bring it up, Rosalina stood from her seat and nodded to Sayatachi. "Forgive me," She began, placing her hat back on top of her head and leaving a small wad of jewels on the table. "I think I'd like to be alone for the remainder of the day. This incident has given me a migraine." She hoped that she didn't sound too rude, but truthfully she was exhausted. Her time spent in Crocus had included more social interaction than she was comfortable with and it was a little overwhelming. She began to walk away from the cafe, though stopped at the last minute. Butterflies were dancing around in her stomach as she turned around and addressed Sayatachi in a way she hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time. "B-but... thank you. Today is- I mean, was, enjoyable. For the most part." She stuttered, turning around before Sayatachi could see her go red. With brisk pace, Rosalina departed back in the direction of the hotel. ♫ Isabella and Bullet ☠"If we can't depend on each other, then who else is there?" "True. I've got your back. Always." ♫ @Zarkun ☠ Bullet snickered at Jane's comment on Isabella's style, walking ahead of the two with a sigh. "She might have a point their Bella. You should change it up a bit. Ooh, what about urban? Get you some hip-hop pants and a hoodie." Isabella tapped her foot impatiently whilst Bullet jested. He quickly saw her expression and straightened up, offering an awkward smile as an apology. Returning the smile, Isabella spun around on her heel, letting her dress fan out around her. The various frills danced with the motions of her legs before she came to a dramatic stop. "I happen to like my style. Though, if you're volunteering to play dress up with me then how can I refuse?" She spoke with a hint of playfulness, trying to bounce off the same vibe she'd been feeling from Jane. Giggling in delight, Isabella linked her arm with Bullet's and patted his cheek gently. "Don't think I've forgotten about you, my dear. Jane, what do you propose we do with Bullet? My, we have our work cut out for us with this one."</s>	<\|message\|>Verick Styles Verick Styles, Creating a new kind of life. Outside of a town, currently wrapped up in the excitement of the magical games, stood a young, gray haired man. His silvery eyes looked over the entry way to the town, He wasn't sure what he was going to find here… But there was a chance for money at every turn. "Someone's probably got some kind of job right?" He threw his travel sack over his shoulder and began to head towards the town. This man, known as Verick, was in fact, a Mage. Though right now he isn't really much of a legal mage… He's not part of any guild. Some might view this as just the same as an evil or black or dark mage… Though to Verick, that was life. His father had been practicing magic quite illegally, so what if he was as well? Might as well move forward till he found a guild that could interest him. He is a basically good person, not looking to kill people or harm them for needless reasons… But he's been used to using others to get away and earn some money. For now however, the magic games seemed to be a place for him to earn some quick cash and possibly find a guild to enter into.</s>
<\|description\|>Daelin Calso Age: 27 Appearance: Daelin is a man with weathered features, always with five o'clock shadow and baggy eyes. His eye color is a light gray and he has dirty blond hair. He has a scar from the corner of his forehead leading into his messy hair. He is lithe and muscular. Personality: Daelin jokes about almost everything whether it's funny or not. It may be that he's trying to seek some kind of humor in a job where he's used to losing companions to the beasts. Height: 6'1" Race: Human Home Nation: Arcadia, born and raised. Magical Capabilities: Arcane. Daelin uses only minor tricks and has never dabbled in advanced magic. Telekinesis is his most prominent go to trick, used primarily in combat for retrieving weapons or tricking enemies. He has never been able to lift very much and his mana capacity is fairly low. History: Daelin Calso, pathfinder and forward scout. At least that's what he is now. Used to be that he started as a woodsman's boy, chopping down wood with his father in the forest on the edges of Arcadia. A dangerous profession with the abhorrent dangers around. Hiring guards was a must but it also made gathering wood from outside lucrative. Of course that was until his father's luck ran out. A great big ol' beasty got a taste of daddy o's leg and the man never walked again. Daelin was forced to become the man of the house and what better way than to enlist in the military. Describing his past work experiences and ability to track animals made him an obvious pick as part of a scout party. He's been an Arcadian knight for eight years and despite being a respectable, hard working soldier shows little ambition for rising in the ranks. Name: Rem Vano Age: 56 Appearance: Rem has long red hair, parted away from his face and tucked behind his ears. He has a big, pointed nose and a slightly wrinkled forehead. His eyes are green and he has a short, bright beard. The garb stories witness him in is a mantle made out of the bark from a tree that makes his shoulders look far broader than they actually are and a cloak of patched furs drapes around. Personality: Blunt but wise, Rem is a talkative individual. He seems to speak to everything, adding an air of mysetery and madness to him. Height: 5'9" Race: Human Home: A hidden cottage in the wilds. Magical Capabilities: Gaian Moving the landscape, commanding the plants and speaking to beasts is part of Rem's staple magic. History: Rem Vano is a relatively young druid as far as druids go. He's been in the wilds for little over a decade now. He associates often with travelers, appearing as a kindly stranger to those that respect the forest. The time he spent before that was in exploration of magic and debating its practices and uses. From Arcadia to Marrenfell, to Kell he researched and pondered on the nature of things. Everything he found had a limit. People treated magic less as a respectable force of nature and more as something to be manipulated, abused and used against one another to get gain. Orders of priests and their healing magics seemed the most attractive but they had their own problems serving entities with ulterior motives, especially Berganfont. That drew Rem to the ancient rites of the druids, to the order that still existed even if it were reclusive. Name: Kanna Astorian Age: 89 Appearance: Kanna is a lovely depiction of eldin charm. She has bright green eyes and long black hair. Her slender features are always accentuated by an extravagant dress. Personality: Kanna is most often bold and provacative. Her mood and personality seem to change just as easily as if she were to change a mask. Her ability to act and grandstand are exceptional. Underneath all the lies and the act she is incredibly insecure with an agenda always on her mind. Height: 5'9" Race: Eldin Home: Kell Magical Capabilities: Psychic Kanna is secretly one of the foremost experts in psychic magic. Her very presence can alter a person's mood if she applies the right pressure of power. Few of her tricks can be used to actually hurt someone, rather augmenting states of mind or making them see things that aren't there. Given enough time and effort she is able to brainwash people, even making them think they are other people themselves. History: Kanna was born to a highly esteemed family of the eld. The Astorians were known for their moral uprightniess and they did their best to provide everything necessary for her, hoping she would make for a good healer or some other beneficial role to society. Their hopes did somewhat come to fruition. She learned from some of the greatest tutors money could afford. Politics, theater, magic, business. She was well-educated and had a great mind for trade and business but she saw issue with the morals of her family. Where they saw profit in doing good she saw loss. She anticipated events no one else had. There was an obsessive, almost psychotic need to know things, to explore between the lines in her mind. She never had chances to leave Kell, it was dangerous outside when you had few means to actually defend yourself. Death was not in her plans so she played idly by, gathering resources and contacts, learning more and hatching plans for her masterstroke. What exactly is her masterstroke? Her goal? To unite all nations under one banner, whether it was hers or a puppet nation it didn't matter. Unity was needed for the foreseeable future and any evil needed to get there was worth it. After all, what was evil other than a disagreeable act to the ignorant? Living in walls wasn't survival. A world where giant walls no longer needed to be built was a paradise to look for and could be achieved in no other way than through absolute unity. Name: Vetch Age: 36 Appearance: Vetch is likely one of the ugliest of the eld alive. He is bald and pale with abnormally large ears. His blood shot, red eyes bulge out of his head. On top of that his jaw is crooked to the side and it looks like at one point his nose was broken and healed improperly. He favors longcoats with hoods to keep his head and face covered. An old injury forces him to hobble with one foot but it doesn't slow him down as much as you'd expect. Personality: Disturbingly calm and absolutely obedient to his master, Kanna. Vetch would do the extreme for her. He seems to always be dire and grave in his speech and mannerisms. Height: 6'3" Race: Eldin Home: Kell Magical Capabilities: Water Elementalist Vetch is a capable elementalist using water and ice, two sides of one facet. Many of his techniques mirror bladed weaponry. Mist is one his favored spells, allowing him to slip in and out of locales while people think it's simply a natural part of nature. History: At a young age Vetch was adopted from an orphanage along with several other children to a noble family known as the Astorians. Of course no one actually knew the Astorians were involved in the adoption. The children just seemed to disappear. No one ever missed them. Vetch was infatuated with Kanna, the leader of the noble house. She was kind and benevolent to him as none other. While she spent personal time with many of them she never had to use her power to affect his mind. He was willing to be her tool, to learn from her, to be tutored and molded. The other children weren't as willing, but they came around eventually whether they wanted to or not. Vetch became a trusted right hand servant to Kanna, performing tasks that would normally put her at risk. He is in generally kept secret from the public and acts as a subtle agent.</s> <\|message\|>Flin Meeru Shane smiled at Peter as he walked away, and looked over at Lilith. He chuckled a little. "Sorry, I thought it might bother ya so early in the morning." He said, standing up from his chair. He made sure to place it back in it's original position at the table, and walked over to Lilith. He sat down on a stool at the bar. "Nice morning, huh? Ain't a single cloud in the sky." He mused. Lilith was certainly dedicated to keep everything clean, that was for sure. But he didn't mind. The atmosphere was still a lot better here than it was at the square.</s> <\|message\|>Ayer Lecomte Ayer Lecomte -- 9:37pm - Mentions@Mataus Though the battle ended rather quickly, Ayer still felt jitters of adrenaline. He tried to keep his breathing stable as they skulked across the port. Upon being notified of the opening the patrol, he nodded and scurried after his friend, keeping a concerned look out as the cross the main walk towards the edges of the harbor by the ocean water where the boats were tethered. They were closing in to the first stage of their escape now. Ayer was familiar with how the arcane engines and rotors worked on most vessels, and judging by how they looked from afar, there wasn't any concern for any sort of odd technology he hasn't come across before. "Smaller... Okay... umm, let's see." He agreed with this sentiment. His eyes caught sight of the fleet's pride, a large cruiser compared to the rest. It can be safe to assume that their largest ship was also their fastest, and so stealing any of the lesser vessels will only lead to a chase they cannot hope to win. They would need to rely on slipping past without alerting. That would be the best bet. As Ayer looked across their selection, keeping his head low as he practically crawled, he noticed a slight bobbing in the water and ducked his head over the side to see a rather small dingy in between the other vessels. Base don how unassuming it looked, and how it's sleek size probably meant it didn't have a motor of any sort, he was unsure if they would be able to pilot it properly. He also doubted if they would be able to reach the other shore in time before the Nillium patrols would discover the aftermath of what happened back in the alleyway leading to the harbor with the captain Mop. If that happened, stealth would not be a correct trade for speed. Thus, they would need a blend of both for this plan to succeed. Luckily... Ayer pointed down to it, tapping the Eldi on the shoulder, "There... a small dingy in the water. It doesn't look like it has an engine for a rotor, but it's probably our best chance of slipping out unnoticed. However, it's pretty far down. And the thing is, while I don't mind swimming, water doesn't fare well for my Ars. My crafts won't break, per se, but getting water in some of the auxiliary units causes some complications with the mechanisms that'll increase risk. I might not be able to use Wax Jury right away if we fail the jump." He looked for a scaffold or a set of protruding nails, where they can climb easier. "And for my plan to work, that cannot be the case..." ...</s> <\|message\|>Ellorei the Gentle Baeshri Pass - Caravan Centaurus Ellorei allowed for the one called Daelin to stand beside her. This was going to be interesting, to say the least, so far she learned that soldiers were not as battle hungry as her parents had told her. It was at her great relief to her that it was the case. "Ell works," the druid smiled, "I can tell you that the chances of finding your friend should be good, alive or not I can't promise. Rem, shall we meet back here?" Ellorei called over her shoulder before she turned to look at Daelin Flin, "What direction did the blast send debris. That should be a good place to start."</s> <\|message\|>Paric Paric Feeling the tap, Paric looked to where Ayer was pointing at a dingy in the water. It was perfect. It was exactly what they would need for a inconspicuous escape to a nearby shore. He waited till Ayer finished his comment, "good find, friend." The bit about not getting Wax Jury wet was a little concerning, especially given that Ayer was planning to use it in stride with moving dingy. After all, it was a difficult climb into a moving boat and they would need faster propulsion than oars, if there even were any at the bottom of the craft. Paric had not been on a boat for a long, long time. In fact, he barely remembered why he was last on a boat. His best guess was a ferry that moved him across a body of water. He did know about the creatures that made the water their home... and about how many unfortunate souls found themselves in a watery grave. They would not want to be in the dingy long, less they find themselves being attacked. With any luck, those were just drunk stories. Told by sailors who wanted to spook their friends. "Let me go first. I have the messed up arm. I don't want to fall during the climb and knock you into the water." He said, making his way to the nails that provided a haphazard ladder to the dingy. He felt strong enough to make the climb, his weight was in his favor, at least. "Here goes nothing," he muttered with an outburst of breath. He lowered himself over and began the climb.</s> <\|message\|>Za'kul The Rise of Kul Smor'Gen'Blok He torqued his foot free with a twist and a pull. Za'Kul made his exit; he hoped the Wor who had gone to save Wor'Da'Li would make it out. If not, he would be sure to honor them and the rest of their bretheren who had fallen there. With the Wor that remained, Za'Kul joined up with them. "We go to Kul tunnels. All be safe there."</s>	<\|message\|>Daelin Calso Baeshri Pass - Caravan Centaurus Daelin went as prompted, leaving the caravan and joining the others outside. He took a spot near the front of the group. "We're going to need to search down there." Daelin pointed down away into the ditch below and hilly terrain weaving below the pass. "The explosion wasn't directly from beneath the caravan. It was a miracle the whole thing didn't topple over and fly off the path to begin with." He reasoned. The explosion was set up closer to the rocky face opposite the trench below. If Marilyn was thrown it would have sent her careening down below somewhere in the hills and crags. If she were still alive she would be in critical condition. Daelin started to move to the edge of the path, pausing briefly to look back at Ell and the rest of the group. "Sooner we get her and get back, the sooner we can get to safety." Daelin explained. He personally didn't want to die but had enough moral fortitude to not want to leave without their comrade either. The wind was gentle in the pass despite such paths generally having a wind tunnel effect. Rem stood resolute outside the caravan's cabin door. The door still remained open as the people moved and took to their roles. Rem took in the sight by scanning his head around. He drew in a deep breath to settle himself and turned half-way to speak to the cabin's inhabitants. "You will all survive this night." He promised before turning back and maintaining a vigil. It might seem safer to the others inside but Rem was used to being in the open. The caress of the wind always settled his nerves.</s>
<\|description\|>Vito Veltroni Age: 15 (and three quarters!) Physical Appearance: Typically wears a somewhat ragged lab coat, and always wears a gas mask when committing crimes to retain his identity. His hair is dark brown, along with his eyes, providing a sharp contrast to his pale skin. His voice is somewhat whiny, and his weak musculature and compulsiveness make it clear that he is not a physical fighter. He has a New York accent that is more annoying than it should have any right being. Personality: Vito is not what most would think of when they think of the title 'Mad Scientist.' He isn't a big fan of the whole theatrical aspect of mad science, doesn't burst into laughter at the slightest provocation, and he certainly isn't deranged. He is, however, a very cold person. Vito places most of his value and self-worth on his efficiency and low cost, trying to exemplify his quantity-over-quality outlook on life. He does not value things such as honor, and would gladly do the most depraved and degrading actions if it gave him even the slightest benefit. This lack of values has put him at odds with the more morally-upright classmates of his, but he really doesn't care too much. Despite having a lack of honor, it would be incorrect to say that there are no good qualities the Vito has. When it comes to his business, he always keeps to the intention of his buyer rather than the word, and he puts in a great deal of effort to make sure that his clients are happy with the final product. While loyalty is not something he exemplifies more than the average villain, he rarely sells out or betrays allies, if only because they present long-term benefits. Should an ally become a friend, they'll see that Vito is much more willing to do favors for free and will go to lengths to prevent harm coming to them. Bio: Born to an Italian family in the Bronx, Vito never experienced a vast degree of wealth. He was an only child of a single mother, his father having run away to New Mexico and evading child services. Despite this, his life wasn't a bad one – his mother worked hard to keep their apartment and food on the table, and while he didn't have many luxuries, Vito's mother was quick to feed his love for Robotics. Vito discovered his talent when he successfully created an animatronic bird at the age of 7 (the design that would later inspire the Hummingbird unit). From then on, much of the Veltroni family's meager income was spent on textbooks, parts, and eventually a computer. Unlike many supervillains, his schoolmates never discriminated him or assaulted him – even when he wore clothes from the thrift store since that was all he could afford. The years passed on, and Vito eventually went into homeschooling – he took online classes and before he knew it, he had graduated from college with a doctorate in Mechanical Engineering. That year he had a good 13th birthday. A year after graduating college, Vito's mother was hit by a car, breaking many of her bones and sending her into a coma. Vito struggled to try and make ends meet legally, mostly selling his recently designed Hummingbird units as drones to whoever was willing to pay. Eventually, he couldn't keep up with rent and turned towards more lucrative, less legal employment. He began to sell his drones to gangs, eventually creating the Sparrow when they offered him three grand for a more combat-capable robot. When the Sparrows proved their worth, one of the higher ranking members in a gang Vito worked with informed him of Blackwood High, and the money that he could make if he learned new tricks and better designs. After convincing the hospital his mother was in to relocate her to River City, Vito Veltroni became enrolled in the Blackwood High Mad Scientist program. Major: Mad Scientist/Information Broker. Classification: Minion Powers: Enhanced Intellect: (Exclusive focus on Robotics and AI, cannot branch out into other fields). Multitasking: (Extreme Multitasking, capable of performing many actions at one time). Mundane Skills: Doctorate in Mechanical Engineering Math Mechanics Doing other people's homework Equipment: Controller Helmet: The wearer is capable of taking direct control of any droid that is connected to the network via specific wavelengths. All of Vito's droids are connected to his Helmet, allowing him to take control of them and override their AI. Unfortunately, it does not work in areas without a connection, making it useless in places such as caverns and underwater. Can connect and control multiple Droids at a time, which is very difficult to use at maximum capacity without enhanced Multitasking. Sparrow: The most common type of unit available for purchase from Vito, the Sparrow unit is very similar to the normal human – weak, not especially durable, and prone to dying horribly. What they lack in outstanding abilities, however, they make up for it in numbers and, you know, being a robot. They are solar powered, and could theoretically run forever if not destroyed and given access to the sun. Additionally, while they are weak in mind, they retain similar physical capabilities to the average man and can be easily produced even with sub-par resources. The Sparrow AI is extremely basic and unable to follow complex orders – but hey, at least they are undyingly loyal and will do anything you say! Can be equipped with Firearms and other weaponry. Vito Has three. Hummingbird: While still sold, the Hummingbird experiences far fewer purchases when compared to the Sparrow. The Hummingbird is a roughly five-inch drone that is capable of flight, supporting up to 10 pounds of weight and recording high-quality video and audio. In addition, it is able to lay "eggs" in the form of even smaller cameras and microphones, capable of recording video and audio, albeit at a significantly reduced quality when compared to the Hummingbird itself. Typically used as both sentries and spy cameras, the Hummingbird is able to collapse into a three-inch sphere for storage and portability. The Hummingbird's AI is somewhat basic and is most efficient when directly controlled by someone. Vito has three. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Maximus Germanicus Ungula Maximus Looks even worse this time. Maximus eyes darted across the room giving each new student only a quick glance for his first impression. Every single detail he could see gave him enough information to discard some of them, from their posture and their clothing to more minute details like their fingernails or the way they gripped their bags. It was like always a very diverse group, witches chatting with cyborgs, ninjas and mafioso. All seemed capable enough and Maximus would teach most of them but what he truly wanted was an heir. Someone to pass all his wisdom, skills and means too. "We will see when the classes start.", he mumbled to himself, "If not today I still have eternity." He turned around and looked at Jenny, "Lets see how many run home this time." Ricky "Robbing people? Cheating? This definitely is the right place Belogar.", Ricky smirked. He knew this would be good. And being surrounded by like-minded people? When he would get out of here he would be ready for those heroes. Now just to find some new drinking, smoking and killing buddy. "Hey you two? Anyone of you taking a Psycho Major?", Ricky just randomly asked a pair of finely dressed and good looking teens.</s> <\|message\|>Jenny Blackheart Bethany came up to the little group. You need to socialize, darling. Besides, they could be powerful allies, came a voice in the witch's head... that wasn't hers. Camazotz was unusually polite for a demon- sure, he still wanted to steal mortal souls, but he was at least a gentleman about it. "Hello there, you two. I'm Bethany." Her eyes flashed blood-red, and her voice lowered several octaves. And I am Camazotz. Don't mind me, I'm just renting space in her head. I only wanted to introduce myself, is all. The girl returned to normal, and fished a sheet of paper out of her sable black robes. "I don't suppose one of you is Shelley?" @HeroicSociopath</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Fortunata Memoli Aristide made no real effort to hide the way his eyes roved about the stranger as he approached, taking in the scar, the build, the height. He made no effort to respond, either, letting the words just hang in the air with no real rush to respond to them. It was only when he was satisfied with his little assessment that he shifted a little, turning his hand to inspect the length of his nails. "I am, yes. I'm assuming you must be one, yourself, going around asking about it." His wrist lowered, one dark brow lifting in time with the movement. "And you are…?" The stranger had, admittedly, sparked a sort of low interest in him. It wasn't much, really- the sort of feeling you might find when something caught your eye in a shop window- but it was there, and it was enough to keep him from dismissing the fellow and going off to find wherever the hell the dorms were, so they wouldn't have to keep lugging their things around with them. The scar, as well as the build of the boy, implied strength. Experience. It was the eyes, however, that betrayed where that experience came from. It was curious. Narrator --- To say that Library wasn't particularly enthralled by this whole situation would be an understatement. The look in her brother's eyes told her that he had found something to amuse himself with for at least a good couple of minutes, though a conversation about his particular major wasn't exactly riveting She gave a brief nod to the boy that had approached them, but chose to let Aristide take the reigns of this situation, entirely quiet. Even if she wanted to say anything, he would likely just force himself back into the center of attention anyway. As usual. She stood there for a moment, watching Ari talk, then slipped away from his side, footsteps remarkably silent against the auditorium floor.</s> <\|message\|>Roger "Destructo" Romero Roger was considering backing off. The girl's body language seemed to suggest she was uncomfortable. He watched as she started to sign towards him. He turned around, reaching for his backpack hanging from the back of the seat. "Here." He said, handing her the notebook he'd been using and a pen. "I don't speak sign language, but I can read." Then Bethany approached. He was glad he was suddenly so popular, though the demonic possession was a little off putting. "Do I look like a Shelly?" He smirked, then inclined his head to the purple haired girl. "Shelly?" He asked her. @blackdragon</s> <\|message\|>Shelley Frank Shelley Frank @blackdragon Shelley grab the notebook and a pen from the boy It Ok and Yes I'm New Here. My Name Is Shelley, Nice To meet You! ^_^ Shelley wrote to the boy. Shelley jumped a little yet again when a another person approached her and the boy, the girl appearance has a little mystery theme around her. When the girl eyes turn red, Shelley shivers a little bit. the girl turn back to herself and ask if she was Shelley. Yes, I'm Shelley but How did you know my name?? Shelley wrote to the mystery girl</s> <\|message\|>Lulissa Thomas Girliath was listening in the Auditorium as well. However, she was alone and isolated from the others as she observed the headmastress's speech while leaning on the wall on the other side of the room. However, her appearance was unmistakable as she appeared slightly taller on average from a normal teen and in a very pink outfit. She looked like she was both nervous and excited at the same time as she propped herself up against the wall. When the dismissal order arrived however, the blond teenager in pink calmly got off of propping on the side of the wall and headed to find out just exactly where her room would be. Either she had already stored her belongings someplace, or they were outside the Auditorium. She began to slowly walk towards the others with her sandals on. She then went outside the auditorium to find her backpack and pink duffel bag up against the wall out of the way. She picked them up and put them on before she began to wander around to find the exact location of her room.</s> <\|message\|>Jenny Blackheart "No, I guess you don't, but I had to check," Bethany told the boy with a smile. The little girl was writing her answers down on a sheet of paper. A mute? Interesting. "Well, I didn't know your name, Shelley, but I guess you're the person I was looking for. See, you and I are going to be roommates this year." She gave the other girl a sheet of paper with the dorm assignments, so she could see for herself. "The dorms are just down this hall- let's go check them out." The dorm setup was rather spartan- a common room with a small couch, a TV, and a kitchen, with two-person dorm rooms off to one side. The rooms themselves were similarly low-budget, but they at least had separate closets. As Bethany started putting her clothes away, she asked, "Do you have any powers, Shelley?"</s>	<\|message\|>Vito Veltroni Vito was careful to maneuver the Hummingbirds into a good position - he had brought all three with him, and was already bugging the campus with their eggs. One of the hummingbirds was quietly flying around the auditorium, laying its eggs mostly in small crevices or on the walls - he was barely paying attention to the speech by Headmistress Blackheart, and simply planned on reviewing the video later when he had free time. He had situated himself near the back so as to avoid any staff complaining about this, and he also had his three Sparrow units standing close by. After he finished bugging the auditorium and the speech was coming to a close, Vito allowed the Hummingbird's AI to take over and start placing the cameras wherever they deemed fit. He could adjust the placing later, but he was mostly just doing this for his information gathering major anyways. Some students were already beginning to socialize and talk among themselves, and with the steadily increasing volume in the auditorium, Vito eventually decided to move - he hated working in chaotic conditions. Luckily, Hummingbird #2 already found the dorms, so it was a perfect opportunity to settle himself. Vito apparently had a shared dorm room with a Mr. Kirk, much to his disappointment, but if he was lucky then the person might be another Mad Scientist major. The Sparrow Units carried his luggage as the Hummingbirds bugged the cafeteria and the common room of the dorms. Upon entering, he immediately had his Sparrow Unitsput away his luggage in his assigned room. He'd focus on organizing later - he needed to cover the bases and verify what resources he had at his disposal. The common room had a TV, and the kitchen appliances might offer a few building supplies... Well, his dormmates would probably not appreciate him cannibalizing the appliances, and the last thing he needed was pissing off a bunch of future villains. He finished shortly later and started going over the speech from earlier, laying down on the couch and having his Sparrow units enter sleep mode when they finished unloading his things.</s>
<\|description\|>Cael Augire He is about 5'11" and his eyes are yellow-golden in hue. Age: 25 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Straight Personality: When around people that he doesn't trust or know, Cael channels a confident facade. It's a mask designed after years on the road, designed to keep him from appearing weak. It's also part of preventing people from knowing of his humble origin. When around people that he trusts though, he shows a more relaxed side of himself, not as tensely held together as he is around strangers. He's also quite mischievous with his closest friends. In battle, he's all about teasing opponents into mistakes, when they allow him. He fancies himself a strategist and has barked off orders to people even when he had no right or position to do so. The one time that he was furious whilst fighting, one of his fellow mercenaries told him that he exuded killing intent. He always tries to keep his own emotions under control so that he can take advantage of his enemies that don't do the same. Starting Class: Myrmidon Starting Equipment: Iron Sword, Vulenary Bio: Cael didn't know his mother, but his father was around long enough to teach him how to survive the world. He was taught that letting people get to him was a sure way to fail, and that he shouldn't let anyone in. It didn't take him long after his father left for one war or another to understand what he meant by that. His father never returned, but by the point that Cael knew that he wouldn't be seeing the man again, he'd already figured out how to make peace with it. He'd been left in the care of a former mercenary, someone that had survived fight after fight. That man, Durzo, taught Cael how to fight properly with a blade. Cael considers Durzo more of a father than his ever was. He tends to send the man money from the jobs he's taken, at least prior to this Abyss incident taking place. Now that he's convinced the man to get away from New Capita, he's looking for a way to help stop the Abyss from taking over his home. He'd grown fond of his own personal house on the island, a dozen miles outside of the capital.</s> <\|message\|>Ansgar Staudinger Ansgar Staudinger The woman who introduced herself, before the one that looked suspiciously like a rogue, thief type, had that familiar knot of foreboding forming in Ansgar's gut. A Solvnir pegasus warrior, eh? That would make evading her should she get her panties in a bunch rather tricky, those flying cavaliers, as most Solvnir Soldiers mockingly referred to them as, had a major mobility advantage over, well, just about anyone else that wasn't on some flying mount or could fly themselves. Get in the woods, though, and he could manage. Same with a dense enough city, moving from building to building worked against, well, anyone mounted but against the flying pegasus riders doubly so. Gods knows he had to apply that when being hounded by the Solvnir Army during his own escape of the island. No one ever got a solid bead on him, thankfully, but it was still cutting it rather close a few times. He hardly had any interest in spilling more blood of his former countrymen after all, and that applied to now as well as then. Thankfully, at least right now, either they had the sense to not bring it up, or hadn't recognized only his first name. Now it was a waiting game, though, until they realized it or proved they had no idea who he was. And that wouldn't be until their first fight, he suspected, unless she somehow identified him based on manner of speech. Which, well, was a possibility, but not like he could just back out and run now because of one person arriving. "Flying cavalier, eh Miss Flos? Wonder if this shadow army has archers or not, might be a fairly glaring weakness if they don't..." Nothing in Ansgar's statement was malicious or hostile, rather, he was poking fun at a common problem that plagued any aerial cavalry, and at those that didn't usually track the differences between different cavalry groups, flight being barred as obvious of course. Archers, for varying reasons, perhaps due to the whole getting shot out of the sky being fatal thing, tended to cause them more than their fair share of grief. Then again, archers caused most people grief, right up until you got a lance into their throat. Not so good then, he mentally smirked at the thought, glancing at the iron lance resting on his shoulder. It lacked ornamentation, and was solely a working tool that had survived with him for this long. Of course, part of his mind questioned engaging her at all in any sort of interaction, but if he actively avoided her at all costs, it might seem a tad bit more suspicious than simply talking to her every now and again. He might be able to keep this from blowing up in his face yet, if the Gods were willing to be a bit more merciful than usual, at any rate. Since, as he said though, he had all of his belongings already on him, well, he had no reason to wander off yet, not until it was time to depart for the southern territories, to see what had specifically gone wrong back home. Home, strange, that he'd be going back at all, let alone under these circumstances...</s> <\|message\|>Rosalia Flos Rosalia Flos Rosalia had not expected to be directly addressed, especially not by the man who had prompted some sort of hazy recollection in the depths of her memories. With little else to go by than the fact his name rang a bell, which she acknowledged could easily be because one of the many soldiers she had met in the passing may have shared a name, she saw little reason to be anything besides pleasant. The corners of her lips pulled upwards in a smile as a short, polite laugh escaped her. "I suppose it would be naive to believe that the opposing army would have such a hole in their defenses, but as an aerial combatant, I can at least dream that they would be so careless." She couldn't deny that even after all of these years, the very sight of a bow and arrow, even when off the battlefield, was enough to cause the muscles in her arms and shoulders to tense instinctively. Enemy fire wasn't particularly pleasant to deal with in the first place, nevermind when there was the threat of plummeting to the ground at heights where broken bones were among the best case scenarios. Her voice took on a slightly more light-hearted as she continued, her arms coming u to fold across her chest. "I fear that I will simply have to impose on you to deal with the archers then, Mr...Ansgar," she said, momentarily faltering on his name. There was a beat of pause, and then she cocked her head to the side as her gaze drifted up to focus on the weapon he carried. Perhaps it was the apparent ease and comfort in which he carried the lance, but it led Rosalia to think that he likely had some familiarity with wielding the thing. "Though I have yet to see you in action, I somehow feel that you must be quite capable with your weapon. Have you had any formal training?"</s> <\|message\|>Markus Grey Markus Grey Markus smiled at the group that had formed. This was perfect, but were they rushing into this a bit fast? His hair got caught on his nose, and he moved it out of the way. Like Kieran had mentioned, they had people from all backgrounds and skills, and they seemed to already have a leader, which Markus had no quarrels about. Being a leader put you in a rather precarious position. Not only would you be the face of the group, but if there were any would be assassins, you would more than likely be the target. Markus reflected on his time at Airi. He would try with all his might to keep this group safe, and if possible, keep it together long past when their adventure was over. After all, why let an evil primal army get in the way of some friendships and fun? Ansgar had brought up a good point, the army they would be facing would probably have archers, which would definitely be something to watch out for. Markus certainly didn't pride himself on his agility in the air, not compared with a pegasus knight, but he might be able to dodge a few. The only problem in Markus' mind is the though of how powerful the monsters would be. "Well, while you two bicker about archers, be sure to tell me what you would like to have for food, or you won't get any. I'll be assuming role as chef from now on." He motioned across the whole group as he said this. "I'll be back in around twenty minutes, with supplies, and a wyvern. Til' then!" Markus departed from the group, with a mental laundry list in his head. First, he'd gather the few remnants of his stuff from Airi, then he'd take some of the meats and vegetables from the kitchen. They wouldn't mind, right? Finally, last but not least would be the humongous task of getting his wyvern next to the group without causing too much of a panic. As he walked back into the shop, he found himself pocketing the old tarot cards he kept with him for practicing fortunes. It had been a while since he had started. He was taught by the leader of his last clan, about the meanings of the various arcana, and how to interpret them. He rolled out the deck and quickly shuffled it, placing six cards in the form of a cross. The Fool, Magician, Fortune, Death, Strength, and The World. Markus took a deep breath and bit his lip, and put the major arcana back into his deck. He had to get ready to move his best friend out of the den she had been nesting in, for what seemed like ages.</s> <\|message\|>Artyom Barkov Artyom Barkov Artyom's eyes seemed to glaze over a little bit as one of the magic users of the party started to go into... technical details of the craft. Some spiel about different types of magic, good and evil, yadda yadda yadda. He didn't really take in a word of it until the discussion was thankfully over, at which point he blinked as he refocused on the present where he didn't need to he swallowed up with magical know how or debates. Seeing as he seemed to be the center point upon which this group was forming, he decided to make his feelings on the matter known. "Let me put it this way. You could carry around a sack of cute, adorable puppies everywhere you go. Every time you cast a spell, you could reach into that sack and pull out one of the puppies before breaking its neck... and as long as you did your job right, I wouldn't care." Turning to look at the man who claimed to have contacts, he grinned as he pointed to Cael. "Cael, you just became one of my favorite people here. Do what you can." As the question of gaining a ship was raised, he grinned a little knowingly to himself. "Oh don't worry about it. Commandeering a vessel will be easy enough. After all, the ports are currently filled with more ships then they should strictly have and there are plenty of people who came on those ships who left everything back home to get to safety. I can sort out those arrangements easily enough while everyone else is getting things together." @PaulHaynek@Chieri@Suku@Heckno12@Eisenhorn@Lugia@Levias@Leos Klien@dabombjk</s>	<\|message\|>Cael Augire Cael grinned back at Artyom. "Alright then. I'll meet you in the port within a few hours, I'm trusting that you'll deliver on that promise of a ship." Cael's words came out as soon as Artyom had finished speaking. He knew they'd have to move fast in order to make sure that another group hadn't beaten them. This wasn't a race until they tied money into it. The young man chuckled, heading off towards a more prominent part of the capital, the mercantile district. A small portion of the arrogant merchants here owed Grey a pretty penny - he'd saved their lives. "And I think that it is high time I collect on that debt." He spoke to himself, smirking as he stepped up to the first building, knocking twice as he entered. It took him only an hour to secure two large wagons and more than enough supplies, including a handful of extra weapons, all of which were to be delivered to the docks in another hour or so. Until then, Cael wanted to take care of some other business in the area. Patting up and down his person, he found his bag of coins, preparing to deliver them to the blacksmith that had fixed his blade. "Great work as usual, sir. Keep it up." He'd said politely to the burly man, before heading off towards the docks - there wasn't anything else he needed to take care of. The group that had gathered had him curious, especially seeing how some of them seemed to have connections from the past. The archer had openly claimed to be on illegitimate business, not that Cael was on the good side of the law, but also seemed to reference that their 'scout' was involved as well. Hopefully we don't run into any of my old 'friends'. Cael chuckled at the thought. He'd been a part of a mercenary band that had devolved into simple brigands. While he wasn't worried about most of them, the leader had been quite strong, at least a couple years prior. Shaking his head, he finished getting to the port, taking back alleys and staying out of the bustling streets. Once at the port, he sat on one of the empty crates, waiting on the supplies and the party to get there.</s>
<\|description\|>Natalia Winchester (previously Natalia Drake) Nickname: Nat but only certain people get away with calling her that Species: human/hunter Age: 24/about to turn 25 Birthday: November 4th Appearance: She has long brunette hair that has a natural wave to it as well as always being side parted and hazel brown eyes. Almost always sports a smokey eye look with nude lipstick (or a tinted lip balm). She gets teased for it but she doesn't care. Her outfit includes her beloved biker jacket that is always at least a size too big for her, but it makes it all the more comfortable. She always wears racer back vests with black jeans and beaten up old combat boots that she refuses to replace. She'd rather get them get resolved than change them completely and go through the pain of breaking in new boots. She sometimes wears a couple of necklaces round her neck but not always, depends on the job and her mood and sports an anti possession tattoo on her left collarbone like her brothers do. Sexuality- straight and single. Relationships get in the way in her mind. Height- 5'7" Right or left handed: left Scars: a couple of large ones on her back, going diagonally across from her right shoulder blade down toward her left side of her natural waist. Personality: sassy, snarky but loyal to those she let's in emotionally. Quirky at times and old school in her professional life. Relation to characters (optional): half sister, John is her biological father. Bio: The younger sister of the Winchester boys whom she only met much later in life. They collided on a hunt that the boys were doing at the asylum she was in, and from there learned they were all blood related via their father John. Natalia was brought up by her adoptive parents Kara and Harry whom were scared of her by the time she was a teenager. They thought she was insane and put her in a hospital for the insane, as she would have visions in her nightmares of her birth father fighting all things that go bump in the night, making her want to sneak out at night to try and get answers on what they meant. Little did she know it was all a ploy by Hell and a demon named Azazel to get her committed so the wheels would begin turning for her meeting her real family, to play mind games with the winchester boys. She was ready to escape one night when she was in her early twenties, when Azazel of all people went to break her out by letting her out of her room, setting in motion for her to collide with the brothers in her escape attempt, whilst all hell broke lose in the asylum with a wraith. Her relationship with the boys wasn't plain sailing at first. Dean didnt trust her at all. He was convinced for months that she was a fraud until Sam proved him wrong. She feels this is why she grew much closer to Sam as opposed to Dean, despite having much more in common with Dean. She loves old school rock and roll, she loves to sing and sketch in her downtime if they ever get it or when in the backseat of the impala. Weapons: firearms of any kind, she's not fussy in the slightest, but likes the convience of handguns as they can be hidden well enough. If it ever calls for it, she enjoys bringing out her compound bow, but it's very rare she gets to use it for ranged attacks. She also likes her arsenal of knives for close melee attacks. She also has the habit of fiddling with her knives if she's restless or impatient over something, or just plain bored. Has left at least two indentations from her knives in every motel room table she's ever sat at.</s> <\|message\|>AnnaBeth Cason, Dean and Annabeth Annabeth took a deep breath, gasping for air after the outburst as the entire room seemed to be scolding her for something she didn't even know she had the choice to say 'no' to. She closed her eyes, letting their voices wash over her, to get the brunt of it off their chests as she stood still. Cason, on the other hand, crumpled to the floor beside Esme, pulling her to him and rubbing her back to try and get the worst of the shockwave out of her system, before a question burned his mind. He let Natalia scold her, as Annabeth seemed to respect her, and he hoped maybe she could pressure some answers out of her. But when no answers came, and Annabeth stayed silent after Sam finished speaking, he decided to ask the burning question. "What did it cost?", he asked her. His voice exasperated and heartbroken. She didn't answer him at first, only keeping her eyes closed, "Tell me! What did it cost…your soul?" "I have to…", she started, opening her eyes and peering up at Sam before letting out a small sigh of panic. Dean had gathered himself by then, standing up straight and glaring at her. He didn't want to hear what was coming next, but he almost knew the answer. "I have to go with him. He gave me 24 hours.", she whispered. Cason's gasp and groan pierced the near silence in the room as he ducked his head again, "He threatened horrible things. There was nothing any of you could do. Sam would have just broken into pieces in front of all of you, if I had said no. This wasn't a 'go get the others and see what they can find' situation. He didn't even explain why he needed me, only that my choices were stay here…and Sam dies horrifically. Or I go with him, and you're all safe, as long as you don't come after me." She looked over at Natalia, her eyes heartbroken and red, "I didn't make a deal for my eyes. That was just his first good faith payment or something. I made the deal because he could have snapped his fingers at any second…and blown any of you to pieces." Dean cleared his throat, "She's probably right. Alastair is someone I have heard of, recently…and lets just say he's Lilith without the moral compass. If she says he would have killed you, Sam…he would have, in a heartbeat. He's creative, too." Annabeth sighed with relief that Dean understood her motives, if nothing else. She looked up at Sam, knowing that this news wouldn't be what he wanted to hear, and brushed his hair behind his left ear, "You can't come after me. You hardly know me, right? This way…you guys won't have me to worry about. I'll be his problem. And if I get the chance to run, I'll run." Bobby took a deep breath, now that everyone was starting to simmer down and held his hand up, as if he was in class, "We can use my vault, to buy us time, but I can't guarantee he won't come and kill all of us anyway. If we protect Sam and the girl, maybe we can find a way to kill Alastair?" Dean raised his eyebrows, holding a hand out toward Bobby to see if the others agreed with him, as he did.</s> <\|message\|>Esme Marabella Stirling Esme Stirling Esme remained curled in on herself as Cason came to her aide. She didn't have the strength to even try to push him away when he pulled her to him. She could hardly breathe, her chest was on fire, and she was shaking badly from all the emotions that surrounded her in the room. She clutched her chest and tried to take in slow deep breaths and let them out as she listened to everyone talk. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Esme struggled to lift her head to look at Annabeth as she continued to explain what she had to do. Annabeth felt she had to make the deal to keep Sam alive, and even feared this demon would kill them. If she had the air, she would have sighed at the thoughts swimming in her mind. When Dean cleared his throat, she looked at him. His words surprised her. She couldn't help but wonder how he'd known of such a demon. Her attention went back to Annabeth as she spoke to Sam. She closed her eyes tight when she said he could go after and they wouldn't have to worry about her. Those words hit her hard. She didn't like just letting her go off to fend for herself against a demon, even if it was to keep them alive. At Bobby's voice, Esme opened her eyes and listened to his plan. She had to admit; it sounded better than Annabeth going off with this Alastair. When she saw Dean agree with Bobby, she fought to pull herself away from Cason and sat with her legs under her. She didn't attempt to stand, even though she wanted to. She knew she would just collapse back to the floor. So, she stayed sitting and silently nodded in agreement to use Bobby's vault to protect Sam and Annabeth. She ran a shaky hand through her hair to get it out of her face, then looked around the room to see who else agreed with the plan.</s>	<\|message\|>Natalia Winchester (previously Natalia Drake) MIKA, SAM AND NATALIA All three of them couldn't believe what they were hearing. Natalia didn't want to scold Annabeth but she just felt the need to after everything the girl had just gone through, she felt like she needed protecting on a bordering on overprotective scale. She didn't want to think of Annabeth as the selfish type to just make a demon deal for her eyes, but until it was explained why it was made, it was all she could possibly think of. Hells, it was the only thing it was coming across. Now Natalia was not the sentimental type in the slightest, she wasn't one to feel like she needed to protect anyone and everyone that came across their group or grow attached to the person she had to save. Victims were just a job that needed sorting out to her, but Annabeth seemed to get under skin as she clearly did with Sam as well. She didn't understand it personally, but was wondering if it was because Sam was attached to the girl and seemed to recognise her from somewhere else or some moment in his past, when she wasn't in his life herself. When Annabeth explained what Alistair wanted to do to Sam, Nat clenched her fists tightly closed by her sides. She may be the newest in the great scheme of things Winchester, but both of them were her weakness, especially Sam. If how she treated Dean's death and going to Hell badly, it didn't take much to imagine how badly she would take Sam dying. "son of a..." she muttered under her breath, teeth gritted tightly closed, almost grinding them together. They all listened as Dean confirmed that Alistair was a demon that would fulfill his threats and enjoy doing so more to the point. Sam wanted to know how Dean knew this demon, but his mind was racing over how to protect Annabeth at the same time, making it very difficult to fully comprehend and prioritise his thoughts into some kind logical order to make some kind comment. He looked at her when she brushed his hair behind his ear, bringing those memories of their childhood meeting back to the foreground of his mind yet again. "Anna....I can't let you go out there and be in danger" he told her. "Not again..." he mumbled under his breath, loud enough for only her to hear him. Mika stayed beside Dean, in the hopes that her being close to him would be of some kind of calming influence but with his anger practically radiating off of him, she was beginning to feel pretty much useless in helping him in any manner. She watched how Annabeth was with Sam and vise versa making her get assumptions that Sam had met this girl before, still not realising she was the kid they found Sam had run away with into a cabin in the woods in Minnesota. Natalia walked over and put a hand on her shoulder, "Anna, you have never been a problem. Don't ever think that" she told the girl a lot calmer than when she scolded her. She also couldn't help but make the odd glance over at Esme and Cason to see how they were handling the news that Annabeth just dropped on them all, before looking at Bobby as he gave an idea and nodded. "It could work, I'm all for it. We can't let Alistair just have her so easily" she commented, Mika also nodding her agreement. "I'm in agreement also. It's worth a shot surely" Mika replied. Sam had to think it through for a brief moment before nodding his agreement as well. "I agree too" he spoke out.</s>
<\|description\|>Hyng Race: Water Snake Race Abilities: Water snakes aren't particularly notable; what sets them apart from typical garden snakes and their ilk is their ability to manipulate water. It's their primary mechanism for killing prey, but they can't manipulate too much, or else they essentially pass out. Which, you know, is a good way to die in the wild, all things considered. Gender: Male Personality: Hyng is a calculating sort of being, preferring not to go in guns-a-blazing into much of anything. Though he wasn't particularly antisocial, Hyng never really had a major social circle. He has a tendency to be a bit acerbic at times, though, occassionally making tongue-in-cheek remarks about people or things around himself. Though analytical, it would be a lie to say that he can't be a bit... Crazy at times. After all, what sort of progress was made by stability? History (Pre-Mortem): A college student who spent much of his time browsing the internet, Hyng was... Relatively normal, all things considered. A chemistry major in school, the once-blooming college student was well-known for being one of the more... Radical experimenters with chemicals in the lab. While most of those experiments ended without mishap, his final one... Well, let's just say you don't leave a large amount of alkali metals near water for a reason. Appearance (Text or image, whatever works): Right now, Hyng's just... A light blue snake, about a foot long. Other: Speaks via telepathy because of a distinct lack of vocal chords. Yes.</s> <\|message\|>Ariana Ariana wasn't really paying much attention to what was going on around her, at the moment. Not at all, in fact. Rather, she was still staring down in shock at the fact that her legs were now a spider. She was breathing rather rapidly, 'main' set of eyes wide. How? Why? Why would she be a spider person? How could she be a spider person? What would remotely explain how something this ridiculous had occurred? The tiny girl's human portion shuddered as she stared downwards. There were voices around her. The other things could talk? But she wasn't really listening to what they were saying. She was pretty completely distracted by the fact that, you know, her legs were a spider now. She didn't know legs becoming a spider could happen. It didn't seem like something that should happen in any rational world. And yet, here she was. Her legs were now very much a spider. The complete panic she felt at this fact was combined with absolute confusion over her current situation. It wasn't a pleasant mix. "WH-WH-WHY?!"</s> <\|message\|>Mox @Lugia The goblin stared at the first Kobold. "Big-nosed!? Tiny brain!? I went for months outsmarting idiots, Lizard Breath!" He argued back. How the hell was the thing so calm about it all! He's fucking green for Christ sake and she's got frickin' scales! It was then that another creature who looked fairly similar to the other one came to introduce himself. What the heck was a Kobold? It seemed the first one went for some weird name and the other had used his real name. His human name. Adam decided to go with the first option of naming himself. No telling what could go on around here. "Neix and Jeff, eh?" He said, rather amused. "Alright, I'm Mox." He really couldn't think of anything better. Mox was a cool name? Right? Still adjusting to his new body and crass voice, he walked over to the two other creatures. "You'll have to forgive my outburst, I'm just as confused as the others around here." He said. Although, maybe the girl and spider person would need more calming down. Well, no reason to leave these people behind yet, might as well help out. "Well, if we're gonna get outta here, might as well round up a few others, there's strength in numbers y'know?" Mox advised. "I'll go talk to the Amazing Spider-Girl over there." With that, the goblin walked away from the Kobolds and attempted to approach the Drider. "Hey, hey, hey. We all need to calm down around here, okay? Name's Mox. We're gonna get outta here, but I need you to take a deep breath and tell me your name." He greeted, holding out his four fingered hands out flat.</s> <\|message\|>Hyng Hyng stared on as the mob of monsters around him started to wake up on their own. A few didn't even bother freaking out about the water, but those that reacted... Well, they were probably notable. In truth, it probably wouldn't be a far cry to day they might be in the same situation as he was in now--a soul transposed into the body of an animal... Or, well, humanoid monster thing, in the case of the kobolds and the goblin. A glance over at the half-spider half-human girl proved as much; the instinct of most of them in the wild, Hyng assumed, would probably prioritize something like food over appearance. Or, y'know, water. The goblin, at the very least, seemed to have the right idea; calming the one who was the least stable was reducing the risk of further breakdown. As soon as he said that, though, another thing started shrieking like a banshee while... Not actually being a banshee. It seemed to be a girl or something that stood maybe as tall as he was long, and was... Still freaking out. Fun. Well, it was probably best to follow in that goblin's footsteps, all things considered. "Whoaaa. Hold on there, it's not like anything's hostile right now; regardless, I'm not giant; you're just tiny. Probably. Look, freaking out ain't gonna fix anything, so why don't we just calm down and get our bearings straight before jumping to conclusions? For example... Names. Right." To be fair, it wasn't the nicest response, but it was better than nothing. "But names, huh...? Now that I think about it, my name's not really fit for a snake... How about..." "Hyng. You can call me Hyng. That should be fine."</s> <\|message\|>Calypso To her relief, only a few of the creatures seemed to notice her, and they only gave her a few odd looks before continuing about their business. In fact, most of the creatures seemed just as confused as Calypso, some even seemed to be terrified of themselves. Perhaps they used to be human, too? Calypso thought as she slowly sat up. She scratched absently at the scarf around her neck as she watched the interactions of the things around her. Some of them had calmed down enough to start making introductions to one another, but to be perfectly honest, Calypso was not that brave. It was a shame, too, as the scarf knotted around her neck was itchy and uncomfortable, and some of those creatures had thumbs . She was sure that one of the calm ones would be able to remove it. She scratched at the scarf with more vigor, her tiny claws leaving snags in the fabric as she did so, giving her an idea. She used her front claws and dug deep into the fabric, attempting to pull it over her head. She struggled for a moment, growling low in her throat, until she was finally free of the annoying strip of fabric. What kind of sadistic individual had placed it on her to begin with? She scratched at her now naked neck with bliss, before looking at her surroundings more closely. She was in a wide cavern with no discernible exit, but she did spot one of the only creatures that wasn't nightmare inducing, a large, spotted cat. Well, maybe he knows what is going on. She thought, stretching her back. He looks like he would be easier to talk to than the others. With that thought in mind, she dashed after the overlarge cat, making nearly no sound as she did so. She made it nearly to his side before sliding to a stop. He was a lot bigger than she was, so tall that she could nearly walk under him. She swallowed down her uneasiness, and fluffed her tails to give herself courage. It was amazing how used to them she already was. Excuse me, do you know what's going on?</s> <\|message\|>Simba Unknown to Simba his attempt to get away from the two tailed cat failed rather miserably, evidenced by the fact she ran over to him. He was sneaking around when he heard a female voice come from behind. Excuse me, do you know what's going on? After he turned around,he quickly figured out who it belonged to. "Can't help you there, but at least I'm not drowning so it's an improvement." Since the two of them were talking now the best thing he could hope for was that he wouldn't make a fool out of himself. "Honestly I don't think anyone here has any idea what is going on, and while I could be mistaken I have no intention of asking everyone." It wasn't that he didn't care about what was going on, he just reasoned that if someone figured it out he would hear it eventually.</s> <\|message\|>Saffron The brief spell of panic was broken when the snake... talked back. Snakes didn't talk. That was one of reality's normal rules: snakes hissed at you at most, maybe poisoned or choked you if things went really bad, but they didn't strike up a conversation and tell you that you were small. Wait, she was small... she was... At this point, Saffron's attention was turned to her new body. Those... odd feeling things... they were wings and a tail now that she looked. Well... with how many monsters were around, that didn't seem like too big a step down. But... her hair... her fashion... why was she all cute and innocent? With her size, how was she going to cultivate her awesome metal reputation again if she was this tiny cute thing! At least part of her stage name would work... she could hardly use her original one now, and she'd have to build up an impressive monster reputation instead! Hopefully find some dolls with better clothing, too. "You can call me Saffron!"</s> <\|message\|>Neix ~Neix~ Well, her first thought was that Mox was hilarious. Probably would make for fun company at least, if she wanted to make fun of someone. But getting out of here, though? Well...that wasn't exactly her first thought at the moment. While leaving was a pretty fun idea, she was content to stay here for the moment. It seemed safe enough, and it was a good place to get their bearings at least. Still if everyone else left, she'd follow. Safety in numbers and all that. Still, so many people were freaking out. Understandable, really. She'd probably be freaking out herself if she opened her mouth in any capacity that wasn't going to be mocking someone. Her head turned to the second one who was freaking out. She looked...surprisingly human compared to some of them. Ignoring Mox and the spider, Neix walked over to Hyng Saffron, and the other Kobold. Might as well introduce herself to the other Kobold. After all, they were the same race! Might as well get all friendly and buddy buddy so she can mooch off of him~ "Hyng and Saffron, eh? Well, aren't you too just adorable, heh~" She chuckled lightly. "Neix, if ya didn't hear. Guess we're all in the same boat here. At least I've got another Kobold friend~" She gave Jeff a smile, though her voice was full of obvious sarcasm. "Say, you got some food on ya...Jeff? What kinda lame name is that, anyways?" "Whatever...I'm kinda hungry, actually."She then turned to look at Saffron...a mischievous, toothy grin appearing on her face, before it failed, and she shook her head. That was...well, kinda mean. A little far, even for her. "Before ya get scared again, that was a joke..." She fell quiet after that. Ugh, her mouth wasn't going to help things here, so she'd resign herself to silence for the moment. At least until she cleared her head a bit. @Raineh Daze@Lugia</s>	<\|message\|>Hyng "...Wow. You sure got yourself together fast. I'd think that shrinking to the size of a snake would be pretty rattling. Well, then again, I AM a snake now, so... Fair's fair," Hyng said, shaking his head. If he had arms, he'd at least shrug his shoulders, but, well... Yeah. Snake problems. With that problem solved at the very least, Hyng turned his attention to the two kobolds hovering overhead. "...Damn, we're pretty short, aren't we?" Shit, right. He was speaking though telepathy and not an actual voice. Had to get used to controlling that. "A-anyways... Er... Yeah. Jeff and... Neix, was it? Alright. I'll keep those names in mind. Saffron, though... You know, in retrospect, if you're THAT small and naming yourself after a spice..." He trailed off as Neix made her own bad followup joke. "...You open yourself to jokes like that. But hey, what works, works, right? Though... Assuming you two kobolds won't suddenly go feral and eat us, we all still need to find some sorta food. Right. All in favor of finding a way out once spider-girl over there stops freaking out like someone-" Hyng stopped his half-venomous remark when he heard the ever-so-slight sound of someone else introducing themselves. Well, the more people that could communicate, the better... Right? Otsune... Sounded Japanese. No matter. The snake turned his attention to the source and found himself staring at some bastard child of a dog and a crocodile (or was it an alligator?). Wow. Chimeras, too? Did that even constitute as one...? ... Well, whatever. No point questioning the weird shit that seemed to have happened to all of them. "Otsune, was it? One more to the party won't hurt." With that invitation out of the way, Hyng realized that he had... Forgotten the ending to his first remark. Damn. "...So. All in favor of waiting for spider-girl to stop wailing before we head out?"</s>
<\|description\|>Sasha Belov Age: 32 Gender: Male Nationality: Russian Occupation: Gun for hire Branch of government worked for: He was hired to do some dirty work on the DL, but when the media found out about him, the government claimed that he was just a rogue and that they had no connections to him. Personality: Described as intense and driven, Sasha is not a guy you want to make an enemy of. He's intelligent, level headed, collected, and when he sees fit, unnaturally cold. With the heart of a soldier, Sasha will stop at nothing to complete a task he's set his mind on. His sheer will and determination make him a valuable ally. The softer side of Sasha isn't something many people get to see. For one, he doesn't have many people to show it to, outside of his very small friend circle. Afraid of getting too close to other people, lest he be jaded, Sasha doesn't associate with others a whole lot. But when he's decided that your his friend, a warmer, gentler giant begins to emerge. He values close bonds above all else, making his friends the most important things in his life. He doesn't have many, but those he does have, he'd protect with his life. Appearance: Sasha is a very large man. He stands five inches short of seven feet tall, solidly built and muscular. He has pale skin and dirty blonde hair that is kept in a neat buzz cut. His eyes are a gray-ish blue, and cold as ice. He wears mostly old military pants and shirts, in drab green and tans. Other: Sasha speaks with a Russian accent. He speaks several European languages fluently, Russian and English being his best of course. Skills: Your usual military training applies. He's proficient with most guns, but is particularly skilled at hand to hand combat. Has been known for one punch knock outs. He also has some experience in leadership. Likes: Gardening, traveling, cool weather, reading, tinkering with electronics Dislikes: People who are general assholes History: Sasha grew up in Kazan, Russia. His mother overdosed when Sasha was 5. He was left to be raised by his father, who fell into depression after the loss of his wife. His father wasn't the kindest, and often times was abusive. After Sasha's mother had died, he had essentially lost interest in being a father. He would often invite his loud and obnoxious friends over to watch soccer games, drink, and play poker while Sasha hid in his room and pretended not to exist. Sasha wanted to get out of the house as soon as he could, and joining the military seemed like the best option. However, Sasha had something of an authority issue when he was younger. His father's poor job of raising him had turned him into a rebellious punk. After six years of service, Sasha slowly lost some of that punk kid attitude. He was eventually promoted to a second lieutenant and given his own, small platoon. They were deployed to Ukraine, where Sasha and his men were given orders that went against his own set of personal morals. When he refused to carry them out, he was threatened with everything in the book: treason, discharge, prison, the works. Instead, he just quit. Sasha and several of his men went AWOL. He picked up work as a mercenary, doing things that he knew he wouldn't lose sleep over. Most of the time, he did dirty work for various governments who didn't want to wait around and get things done the 'diplomatic' way. One such mission sent him to Mexico to gut a base that served as a drug lord haven. The mafia style group had made several threats to attack the lowers US border, and government officials had good reason to believe that they meant business. The base was located right in middle of a ghetto, and any move against the drug lords risked injuring civilians, and thus pissing off Mexican officials. So Sasha was hired to lead a 'rogue team' to destroy the base. They were successful, but when a civilians was, indeed, injured, the media caught wind of mercenaries working for the US government. Sasha was on his way out of dodge when he was captured by Mexican special forces. He threatened to sing like a bird if the US didn't get him out, so they did. He then conveniently 'disappeared'. Sasha was shipped out to the island a little over a year ago.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Marshall Sasha had seemed delayed in his response to Xander. He couldn't tell if it was intentional to brush off his dumb statement or he was lost in a faraway thought that had returned to greet his mind. "Well Sash my boy that makes two...make that probably three of us that aren't good russians," Xander had a nice little laugh to that. "Why not pull up a chair over here brotha and join us for casual conversation. If you refuse though I might cry so I warn you I am an ugly crier." Xander and Jo kept on moving pieces around the board as he thought about the rag tag group he ended up with in here. So many different operatives of different kinds here obviously. I bet some kind of uprising, you know like in the movies, around these parts would be better then anything Spielberg could ever create thinking to himself as he shifted around in his seat.</s> <\|message\|>Sasha Belov "I'm in the middle of a game," Sasha said stubbornly. He didn't like to socialize here. Probably because he got attached to people too easily, and any one of them was bound to go missing any day. But he was almost done with his game of solitaire, and as much as he hated to admit it to himself, he did kind of like Xander. From a distance, the man reminded him of a mouthier Amid. After his game was over, ending with him being unable to make any more moves, Sasha put the deck back together and begrudgingly got up to transfer to the couch that sat slightly closer to the other two. He leaned on the arm of the couch, propping his head up with his right hand. "So where are you two from?" He asked, finally. It seemed like a pretty standard conversation starter question.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Marshall Xander's eyes went wide. He didn't think it would be that easy to get into a conversation with the hulking Sasha. However, fate seems to be in their corner so he enjoyed the ride. "Central Florida bud. Where the humidity is high and so is the age of the locals." finishing with a smile, "What about yourself big papa pump?" Xander was honestly interested in learning a bit more about both of these guys. He had been here for a few months and, besides Nancy, he hadn't really gotten to know anyone else. Deep down though he knew that everyone began to know him because of how loud he could be.</s> <\|message\|>Sasha Belov Sasha didn't pretend like he understood the nickname. He probably didn't want to. He pretty much just ignored it and moved on. "Kazan," He said, then added, "Russia." The latter was pretty obvious. "I've uh...never been to Florida." He offered up the last part because after a year of no social life, he wasn't quite sure how to talk like a normal human being anymore. What the hell did he even have to talk about? He read books and scratched calendars into the wall for fun.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Harper Nancy's brow furrowed. That was exactly what he had told her- that something was weird here, and that things were dangerous. Sure that was patient talk... but then why did Joshua word's echo Sasha's, about staying cautious and keeping her wits about her? People kept telling her how odd this place was... of course it was! It was on an island for crying out loud! She had thought the job posting was for movie extras at first. But this was the first time she had heard them from two totally different demographics of people within the space of only a couple hours. "I highly doubt I'm in some kind of bad position. They like me now, but I haven't had to restrain any of them, or follow through on a procedure they don't want. Once I have to do that, I bet they won't trust me anymore." It was a sad thought, but true. "Besides, what's so bad about the patients trusting me? That's kind of what nurses strive for. Until they get burnt out, anyway." They were nearly to the cafeteria by now and Nancy happened to glance through the door they were passing- the door into the recreation room. Xander and Sasha were in there, talking. Another patient she hadn't dealt with too much- Jocylin? Joanne? Something with a J- was playing checkers with Xander. She was glad there was something for them to do. North</s> <\|message\|>Doctor Thomas Greene @Americore @Metronome Thomas Greene He eyes hardened at Kevin's statement. "Escape?" He pursed his lips and then couldn't help but let out a dry, hard laugh. "Where ever would they go? They're trapped on a bloody island!" He clapped his hands together in front of him and shook his head slowly. "Please keep your ears and eyes open for more intel. I'm counting on you to let me know of any rash plans that are being planned and any escape routes that are being mapped out." In secret, Dr. Greene knew that several patients were talking about trying to slip through the cracks in security. Quite frankly, he kept security as lax as he did to encourage escape plans. It helped weed out some of his experiments. The ones that were willing to escape usually had something to live for outside the walls and therefore would be missed if they were to disappear one day. He and Dr. Brennan worked strictly on patients that had no one and had nothing outside of their lives behind the white walls of the hospital. "If that is all?" He asked finally when Kevin said nothing. Dr. Greene stood and straightened out his lab coat. "I have a meeting to prepare for," he said dismissively and picked up a few files that had been lying open on his desk. He straightened up the papers, closed the files, and tucked them neatly under his left arm. Dr. Greene was nothing if not neat, tidy, and organized. Walking to the door slowly, he opened it to allow Kevin to leave. "Unless you plan on attending the meeting." --- Jocylin Redford Jo eyed the large Russian as he entered the room and sat back in her chair. He was an intimidating sight. She had been to Russia a few times and had worked a few missions there, and she knew they were no soft and sweet people. They usually meant business and that business usually meant death. Her lips curled into a small smile and Xander called to him and tried to strike up a conversation with Sasha. Rolling her eyes, she swore that the man would strike up a conversation with a post if it talked back to him. Surprised when Sasha actually acknowledged them, she looked over her shoulder and brushed the hair from her face. "I was born in North Carolina, but I have lived all around from Paris to Washington DC to England for a short time." She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "I moved around a lot," she concluded blandly and made another move on the board. "King me," she stated with a smirk and winked at Xander. "Too lost in thought to pay attention to our game?" she teased lightly.</s> <\|message\|>Kevin Peudo. "Well can i ask what the meeting will be about?" Kevin said feeling a bit weird around Dr.Greene, Their was something about him that frightened him more so then the patients here. He stopped at the doorway looking over to the doctor. Kevin was worried something big was going to happen and he would be stuck right in the middle of it and it was something he would not want to be in the middle of. He would have to pick a side one that he would not know which one but it would be the one to keep him alive. Slicking his greasy hair back thanks to the hair gel he used this morning.His hair was starting to become sweaty so he could smell the gel that filled up his nose.</s> <\|message\|>Joshua Dela Luna Joshua had his hands in his pockets as he moved towards the cafeteria, eyes forward and never looking at the one he's talking to. Her curiosity was amusing. Of course she wouldn't notice yet. Just like how Kevin doesn't suspect the doctors as much as the patients. Maybe Doc Greene but there were some that were as suspicious as him. Take Doc Brennan for example; sure she looks innocent, but she gives off the same vibes as Doc Greene. Guards that have stayed for years in this place knew that something was wrong. Not just because it was on an island and it housed non-crazies, but because of how people just seemingly... disappeared. Without a trace. "I fear that they'll use you to get to the patients Nancy. You might end up doing something you don't want to." He then shook his head. "That is, if my assumptions are correct." He continued. There really was no proof to be honest. No proof that the doctors are the ones causing the disappearances. Or rather, the only evidence he had was them escorting the 'missing' patients down in the elevator but nothing other than that. It would make you suspicious, yes, but overall that isn't enough to draw conclusions. His eyes trailed to the recreation room where the ones he had interacted with before, and Sasha, were located. Jocilyn and Xander were playing chess and the Russian was playing Solitaire from the looks of it. At least they weren't deprived of their rights to play. He then nodded at the guards posted there as a greeting and they replied with either a wave or a nod. "Perhaps you'll find out more in the meeting. Maybe not." He shrugged. "Who knows, I'm just a guard anyway." He was free to make assumptions but in the end, he can't really do anything. Even if what the doctors were doing were illegal and inhumane, so were the things he did. And he still had to side with them given his job. That is, if the superiors decide to keep him in this asylum. If not, he was free to choose.</s>	<\|message\|>Sasha Belov "I had a friend from Paris," Sasha said, then paused. "I have no idea where he's at now, though." He shifted in his chair a little as he changed to subject. While he was actually talking to people, he may as well try and get some useful information. "Have either of you ever noticed the boats that come and go from this island," He said, his voice slightly lowered. "I think they're just cargo ships, but they must have a set schedule." He didn't know why he was sharing this train of thought with two people he hardly knew, or trusted. Because it sure as hell sounded like he was planning some sort of escape. They could easily go squeal on him and get his ass burnt. Or maybe they had ideas too...</s>
<\|description\|>Vaeri Dryearurdrenn Age: 143 Alignment: Lawful Good Race: Elf Class: Cleric/Barbarian Appearance/Clothing: Vaeri is an innocent looking elf, standing at about 5' 7" (170 cm) with long, straight raven hair that extends down to the base of her back, pale skin and bright blue eyes. At a glance she's quite beautiful with full lips, a small button nose, thin eyebrows and high cheekbones, when one takes a closer look, several tiny scars are visible all over, disfiguring her otherwise graceful looks. Likewise, Vaeri's exposed flesh, the rare times one can see them initially appear smooth and untouched, but upon closer inspection are covered in scars and barely contain wiry muscle below. Vaeri dresses as a lady of the cloth should, with a dark blue full body cloak. The fabric is adorned with intricate patterns in white to provide visual contrast and indicating her status as a clergywoman. Around her neck and outside the cloak, Vaeri wears a necklace bearing the holy symbol of her god. However, underneath the cloak is a full set of leather armor, battle ready and kept in top shape at all times. Skills: Concentration, Sense Motive, Knowledge (Religion), Knowledge (Nature), Climb, Jump, Sleight of Hand, fletching arrows, surviving out in the wild Natural Abilities: Keen senses, the ability to see better than humans in low light Magic/Spells: Heal: @Afina can decide how good this is Tongues: Allows the caster to speak any language for the duration of the spell Turn Undead: Vaeri can attempt to make Undead flee from her presence temporarily. Powerful Undead can resist this. Divine Might: Holy power infuses the caster, temporarily making them more powerful and resilient Flame Strike: Smites foes with holy flames Additional Information: Vaeri worships Menhit, lion-goddess of War. (Fun fact her name means She who massacres) Weapons: Vaeri carries a composite shortbow and a two-handed battleaxe Possessions: On Vaeri's right ring finger is a ring of protection. One her back she carries a backpack that can hold more than you think it would and what Vaeri wants from the bag will always be at the top (the item in question must have been put in the bag beforehand for this to work). Inside the bag are her necessities (tent, rope, bedroll, tarp for the tent, soap, cooking utensils, oil, a lamp, flint and steel), holy texts, 8 vials complete with cork stoppers, 3 vials of Inflict Wounds potions, a Scroll of Gust of Wind, and about 2 weeks worth of rations. She also has a coin purse with about 20 gold pieces in it. On her hip is a quiver with 20 arrows. Personality: To strangers, Vaeri appears to be a gentle elf, always keen to help those in need and be a travelling force of good in the world. However, as you get to know her, slowly she morphs into an entirely different person, brash, head-strong and a braggart, this true face of Vaeri shows exactly why she worships the goddess she does. The elf loves battle of all kinds and will gleefully jump into battle whenever she can. History: Vaeri grew up in a forest village mostly populated by other elves to a carpenter. IN her childhood, she began learning the bow as all children did. Her prowess with weaponry was admired just as much as her excessive enthusiasm for using them was worrying. One day while out hunting alone she was overcome by a vision of the lion-goddess Menhit who commanded Vaeri to go out into the world and find a man with two right hands. After this experience, Vaeri began following the goddess of war and has dedicated her life to this mission. The cleric has been following this notice for strong adventurers as a possible lead for locating this mysterious man. Name: Kazuo Blaide Age: 22 Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Race: Human (with slight traces of elven blood) Class: Samurai (Ronin) Appearance/Clothing: Image WIP Basic description: 5' 11", lean muscular build, tan skin, long wavy black hair, slightly pointed ears thick arched eyebrows, hard brown eyes, stubble from forgetting to shave last week. Wears common street wear (no armor) but with his sword at his hip and sandals instead of more conventional close-toed shoes. Skills: Katana Specialization, Daikyu Specialization, Punching Specialization (3), Etiquette, Riding (Land-Based), Reading/Writing, Navigation, Weather-sense, Blind Fighting, Mountaineering, Weapon Smithing Natural Abilities: N/A Magic/Spells: Focus Energy - With a loud yell, Kazuo focuses his ki to temporarily boost his strength to the absolute limit of human potential for 1 minute. Additional Information: * Father: Ukon Bootsnatcher (Wandering Ronin) * Mother: Mira Blaide (Master of the Blaide School of martial arts) * Uncle: Hiron Bootsnatcher (Funnily enough also a martial artist) * Family Friends: Mazon Rohtar (Half-orc Warrior Singer; married to Hana) Hana Rohtar (Gnome Bard/mage; married to Hana) Elincia Nartolia (Human cleric) Kanti Dryearurdrenn (Elf Ranger who is coincidentally Vaeri's distant cousin) Weapons: A Katana, his fists Possessions: A black horse named Trombe whose saddlebags carry a tent with a tarp, a bedroll, 10 days of trail rations, a fire starter, a mess kit, 4 pints of oil, a hooded lantern, a waterskin, a straight razor, a utility knife and 50 feet of hemp rope. Personality: Kazuo, like his mother is a quiet person, who rarely speaks when he doesn't need to, and like his father, has a habit of getting easily bored. Unlike either of his parents, Kazuo is a rather forgiving man, able to let insults and slights against his person pass. One thing that runs strong in his blood is a love of conflict and competition. The variety and outcome of the competition does not matter, the rush he gets from giving his all against somebody doing the same is what he lives for, and he'll seek this feeling out even if it proves to be self-destructive in the long run. History: Kazuo's mother was a Half-Elf monk and his father was a human samurai. He did not get to know his father very well, only able to meet him a few times during his life, and his mother would tell very little about him. Apparently they knew each other from some running tally they had of dueling to the death and somehow that ended in a tryst that produced him. Kazuo's mother, Mira was a harsh woman who commanded strength and grace that was almost otherworldly. Her beauty was undercut by rage and bloodlust barely kept under wraps. Her bloodlust was so great it seemed to almost materialize in combat and it colored her ki, a normally invisible force a dark purple. She did her best to raise Kazuo as gently as possible, but even her smoothest side was like a cat's tongue. When he grew old enough, Mira tried to teach him the ways of her school of martial arts. She had been the last member of the school, and had dedicated her life to rebuilding it from the ground up. Kazuo's body was able to learn the physicality of the art well, but he lacked his mother's talent to utilize ki, only able to boost his strength with it. Kazuo's father, Ukon was a wandering samurai, a Ronin. His skills with the quickdraw technique allowed him to cut down all but the hardiest of men with a single motion of his blade. Brash, perpetually battle-hungry and a bit dull-witted, Ukon did not even know he had a son until Kazuo was 15. As a kind of apology/gift for reaching manhood, Ukon bequeathed upon Kazuo his spare katana, but left without teaching him how to use it. Mira knew the basics of swordsmanship, so seeing her son's attachment to the weapon taught him what little she knew, leaving the rest to him. Upon reaching his 18th birthday, Mira grew tired of trying to teach him to properly use his ki, and remembered how she had grown when she traveled the countryside. So she kicked him out and, "Come back when you're a successor I can be proud of." Since then, Kazuo has traveled the lands trying to become strong enough for his mother to accept him.</s> <\|message\|>Drizzak. Drizzak --- --- The chill of the early morning did not seem to affect the short figure emerging from the treeline as it entered the village. The activity beginning to arise within the settlement seemed to pause slightly as the figure passed by, garbed in hide and what appeared to be the skin of a bear, complete with paws for a mantle and head for a hood. The figure beneath that hood was shadowed, face unable to be seen save for one stand-out feature. The figure was smiling. It was smiling wide. Wider and wider as it pulled the crumpled bit of parchment from beneath its cloak and brought it up to its face. The notice from the Convent of the Sisters of Light. It took only a moment for the hood to fall and reveal the long ears, jagged fangs and luminous eyes of a rather strange goblin. He seemed to dance from foot to foot as he looked around. Drizzak was out, back in the world. He was roaming the wilds once more. It was time for adventure, for glory, for combat and for him to make his mark on the world. And what a mark he would make. Crumpling the paper, he turned in circles to look over the village. Eyes of scared and confused villagers fell on him as he began to cackle. To shriek laughter as he looked around for his first destination. The Apothecary. The house of healing and spell drinks. He felt an odd yearning as he whiffed the chemical smalls on the wind. Like a rabbit, he hopped and bounded over to the door and pushed it open with a great huff. The light of the sun behind him made him seem like a figure worth revering. Almost as if he were preordained to be something fantastic. The goblin stood in the light, giggling madly as he checked the whip at his hip, and the sword at his other. It was time to ride again. The carnage would begin soon, as would his story. He only needed to find this 'Sister Agnes', and with a shrill bark, he spoke. "WHERE IS SISTER-LADY EGGNESS?!"</s> <\|message\|>Fiona Fiona had positioned herself with her back to the wall next to Tobias, and found herself suddenly glad she had someone she at least sort of knew going into this. She'd been expecting a few others to take up the call for this job, but not this many. They were of many different varieties; quite a few other humans, but some less common races as well, some of which she had simply never seen before, having only left her secluded corner of the world a short few years ago. It was enough to make her feel a little small, being the beginner adventurer of the group. Hooking her thumbs under her belt, she listened to Tobias's worrying, resisting the urge to roll her eyes again. "Well, at least they're all on our side. We're working together in this, remember?" After being handed the list of materials, she studied the ingredients they were being asked to collect, and was suddenly glad for so much experienced company. Fiona hadn't even heard of most of these, and knew less about where to find them. Certainly some of the others were herbalists to some degree, or more experienced with this. Her role was clearly going to be one of protection on the way to these things, and any battles that were necessary in actually collecting them. "Think of it this way, Tobias," she said to him. "Since we're all a team, no one should have to do anything they aren't equipped for. No one will ask you to fight any dragons for us." She lowered her voice then to ensure that only he would hear her. "But look at this group. What if someone we meet needs to be persuaded of something? Most of them don't look like the sociable type to me. You could be really valuable to us." She smiled slightly, hoping perhaps to reassure him. Thief or no, he was a friend by now, and Fiona did like the idea of having a friend along for this. "I'm Fiona, by the way," she said, to the group at large. "If we're doing introductions."</s>	<\|message\|>Vaeri Dryearurdrenn Well, quite the gaggle of characters had come in since Vaeri had talked to the clergyman. A large man who introduced himself as a trained wizard, an oddly dressed man with a shaved head, a skeleton with a living flower growing inside it, and a tanned human woman carrying elven arrows. Vaeri was almost certain that she couldn't trust everyone here, but for now she remained silent. Careful to keep as much of her body hidden in the cloak, the cleric took the handout given to her. As soon as she finished looking over the note her hand slipped back underneath the cloak. Vaeri was about to comment on the surprising list of ingredients necessary (she didn't know what a Mist Dragon was, but it wouldn't like having its blood taken) when the door opened again, this time to a human dressed in scholarly robes carrying a staff with a gem on top. He was likely a spellcaster of some kind. Perhaps another wizard. This line of thought was cut off by another entrant, a small green thing with a wicked smile demanding to know where "Lady Eggness" was. It carried on its person a whip and an exotic curved knife. It looked mostly harmless. It was then that the first human woman who had walked into the shop introduced herself. Well, it was only polite to follow suit. "I am Vaeri Dryearurdrenn, pleased to make your acquaintence."</s>
<\|description\|>Antonio Victor Barnes Character Sheet: Age: 65 Gender: Male Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Lycanthrope; were-lion. Physical Description: Talents:- Beastman form; deadly and effective, but terrifying and very, very, very obvious. It is a combination of a Lion's instincts and muscle density and natural equipment with the upright stature of a human being and a degree of their thought processes melded with the instinct of the animal. It is monstrous and the reason the legends exist. - Full African lion form - like the cat. Not nearly as useful as, say, a wolf form that could be written off as a dog. - Fast-healing in man-beast. In other forms, he takes damage normally. - If hit with anything silver, he is immediately shifted back into normal human form. Also, if a silver bullet is in him, he is unable to shift. - Rage; in enough pain, he'll see red and there is the potential to start killing indiscriminately to escape this. On the other hand, he's had years to learn how to control this. - As the moon cycles, his abilities wax and wane; at full moon, he has a hard time controlling said abilities. Nearer the new moon, he finds it requires an extra degree of effort to use his abilities and he tends to tire out easier. - Even as a human, he has increased senses that allows him to detect things with his nose; for example, sweat and various other secretions, and where they are emotionally based on that. It's a combination of animal magnetism and animal instinct. History:Antonio Victor Barnes was born to a Afro-Cuban mother and a half-white father in New Camden, in the Dorset neighborhood, which was once home to the Cardinal's Point General Motors factory. His father, Joe, had a good job there, though he worked very hard for it. He'd come to Camden from Virginia. His mother had very little to say about the country she left or the circumstances back there. In 1967 Uncle Sam decided to draft Antonio into the Vietnam War. He arrived in December of 1967 and saw service right as the Tet Offensive started up in February of 1968. He served in the 9th Infantry Division in the Mekong Delta, fighting near the Cambodian border. Serving as a cherry (replacement) in his new platoon, he served for five months of his tour, watching guys get blown up by booby traps, wounded by mortar fire, shot by Cong and NVA and otherwise chopped up in a futile-seeming war in the jungle; waist deep in the muck of the Mekong Delta. His battalion suffered repeated Viet Cong and NLF/PAVN attacks one night and the next put his company out on the outpost line, which was then overrun by a particularly savage attack by the Vietnamese. Terrified, with his squad dying and dead around him in the jungle night, he changed into the man-beast form and mauled a number of VC and NVA regulars, even as the A-6 Intruders dropped napalm and cluster bombs all over the jungle when the company CO called down the strikes inside his box, on top of the heads of friendlies. His position took a hit, but he survived, to the astonishment of the reinforcements combing over the battlefield, policing up the weapons and the mauled bodies; the Vietnamese were dumped into a mass grave, the Americans taken to graves registration. But no one could figure up what tore up all these people -- some of the bodies were ripped to shreds. "Shrapnel, napalm, fuckit," they said. Barnes was MIA. He spent time in the jungle, hunting, killing and learning his abilities, and eventually had a sense of how to control them enough to shift back to human form and find help. During that time, the legends were rife in VI Corps and Viet Cong alike of a killer tiger running about in the Delta, a huge, dangerous beast. So it was considered a miracle when he finally was found by the Army; presumed to have escaped POW captivity among the Viet Cong as well as the man-eater of the Mekong, he was evacuated out and then honorably discharged at the end of his draft service in Fort Polk. His return to the World, coincided with the start of economic hard times in Camden, especially as Cardinal's Point started to lay people off and he flirted around with various dissident movements like the Black Panthers and other organizations that were concerned with the plight of the black man in America, especially after Vietnam. Every full moon, there was the potential for devastation and destruction, and he isolated himself to keep from having another situation where he killed people indiscriminately. He bummed around the country and, ironically, ran into the Courts in New Orleans of all places, where the supernatural are able to move about a little more freely, and the mortals know a little more than they ought to. His girlfriend at the time, Marie, a Creole, introduced him to the Courts and the supernatural community, though she was somewhat shaky on how things worked because she wasn't entirely clued in, but steered him to people who definitely were. He learned that he wasn't alone, wasn't the only one and there was a world out there with laws...and that if his black ass felt discriminated against before, wait until he met the Nobles of the courts. New Orleans wasn't the worst place to lay up and learn things, the Court there was not one of the worst and he used his GI benefits to enroll in Tulane University, where he majored in social work, and carried that into a Master's in Business Administration while working in social work all over the State of Louisiana, where it was needed. In the course of time, he returned to Camden when his father got sick to help take care of his parents, sometime in the early 1980's, and found that that Camden was as economically depressed as New Orleans. He quickly got to work with local activists and other like minded folk and started trying to find ways to work the system and rebuild the thriving middle class neighborhood he lived in, even as yuppie white fuckers exported all the jobs to places like China, and, ironically, Vietnam. Fast forward decades later, and Antonio still looks rather young (magical energy tends to sustain a longer lifespan anyway) and has no idea how long his life is going to be, but he's spent a lot of it building the Horizon Foundation, a large not-for-profit that is devoted to preserving New Camden's cultural history and finding new ways to turn old buildings into something profitable within the community as well as retraining and employing locals, particularly out of economically depressed areas like his native Dorset. He paid his tithe, avoided Court politics and was trying to do something good with his life when Nemsemet came to town. Not liking the injustice of the Court, he didn't really care what Nemsemet did to the likes of Caradoc de Lacy. The only problem is, of course, that Nemsemet is a crazy motherfucker and he's not stopping there. . He's also rallied a lot of lycanthropes to the cause, men and women that are a lot less controlled than Antonio is, raised in clans together that distrust the outside world and are indoctrinated against normal humanity. It's understandable, they've been hunted, persecuted and have lived on the margins. Antonio has some sway with them, in that they are not enthusiastically hunting one of their own, but they aren't listening when he tries to rally these various lycanthrope clans. Nemsemet is bad news. Now he's on the run like a lot of other people. Psychological Profile:Deep down, Barnes is still guilty about what he did in Vietnam, flying off the handle, killing a bunch of people indiscriminately. While time has healed some of it, he left the 'Nam resolved to do something worthy and good with the rest of his life, and got into the nitty gritty of social work and entepreneurial neighborhood development. He's always been careful to avoid getting overly involved in Court politics. The Court, so long as one pays tithe and avoids breaking the Concealment Edict, really doesn't care. On the other hand, the injustice of the Court rankles Antonio, and he's happy to see it gone. But he has a regard for human life that most lycanthropes don't, and is one of the few standing against Nemsemet. Possessions:A nice house, inherited from his deceased parents that isn't really safe to stay in any more. He's socked away money wisely invested, as well as his considerable salary as the CEO of Horizon. He has a particularly nice 1969 Pontiac Firebird and a shotgun at home that, quite frankly, he doesn't use. He has a nice cell phone though and some authentic Vietnamese Buddhist prayer beads he picked up in the 1990's when he travelled back to 'Nam to make his peace with the past. They have supernatural significance that he doesn't really understand. Yes, and:...Flint and Antonio had a run-in in 1987 or so, when Flint suspected Antonio in a grisly series of murders that involved the consumption of corpses after digging into his Vietnam War history. Antonio was charged by the court, though his innocence was proven when the murders continued with him in custody. Flint and Antonio worked together grudgingly to catch the werewolf family responsible for it, but there's no love lost there.</s> <\|message\|>Parael Magnus Parry squeezed his eyes shut, his breathing hitching as the memories poured into him. Fire and death. That was what followed the bearer of his sword, everywhere he went. The man (definitely a man, he'd picked up on that much) was an efficient and calculating warrior, not shirking from brutality if it was required. Not ancient like Nemsemet, but definitely old. As far as Parry could tell, the vision he'd thrown through the connection of the plagued city was either ignored or accepted as fact. One way or another, the bearer of his sword didn't care a whit about that sight. It was an everyday occurrence to him- a drop in the metaphysical bucket. Shit like that happened every day in the real world, so why would he care? The thought, the memory, came clear as day at the end. Transmitted like a line of text over the internet. And then Parry had a name to put on the dark soul that kept laying hands on him. Charles Gordon. And just like that, the dark presence in his core retreated and vanished, leaving Parry curled up on the toilet with Rikive's hands on his shoulders, his face wet with his own tears while he couldn't get enough air in his own lungs. "They're playing with it," Parry said, gritting his teeth as he hugged himself harder. "Studying it. I don't- I don't know what he's going to do with it, but they know what they have. Charles Gordon knows what he has."</s> <\|message\|>Rikive Heimdalsdóttir Rikive scowled and let go of Parael's shoulders to run her hands through her drying hair. Charles Gordon, the name didn't ring any bells for her but maybe Beth knew who he was? She seemed to have a knack for collecting information from what Parael has mentioned about her. "Parael, I want you to take deep breaths." She advised him, placing one hand back on his shoulder and looking toward the door of the bathroom. "We have a name. That's good, that's really good. If we have a name then we can find out more about this man and get the sword back." Before anything was done to Parael? She didn't know. But it was something. "Just, try to remain calm." She grimaced. That was like asking the rain to fall upwards. "I'm going to go get Beth and ask her what she knows about this Gordon." She crouched again so she was at eye level with him. "Deep breaths, brother. Deep breaths." She wrapped her arms around him in a strong embrace before letting go and standing back up. Hesitantly she left the bathroom and went in search of Beth. It wasn't hard to find her as it seemed everyone else was crowded in the room with their 'guest'. Good, if she tried to break out there was more than enough muscle in that room to either keep her contained or kill her. Rikive entered into the room, looking around for a moment at the mismatched and thrown together group. It still had not quite sunk in that she was the leader of these people. "Beth." She called out and made a motion with her hand for the ghost to come with her. "I need to borrow you for a moment." She said, stepping out of the doorway and back into the hall to wait for her.</s>	<\|message\|>Antonio Victor Barnes "Whitey, we don't have the space, people or time to torture some vampire and then either guard her or murder her. Think it through man," Tony murmured, "Besides, if she shows up on the street again after it's known she got grabbed, Nemsemet isn't gonna trust her anyway. So try not beating the fuck outta her like it's a station house with extra broomhandles in the closet, man." It was just a thought, but Tony was being sarcastically helpful. On the other hand, he was right. The climate was very suspicious right now, and when Tony wasn't in the Beastman, he understood the whole concept of suspicion and fear of snitching -- it was all over the neighborhoods he worked in. Sure, he was a college educated man that worked with local pastors and others to figure out ways to solve poverty issues, but he also lived in Dorset, where the code of silence was a real and thriving thing, and people got killed for suspicion of ratting out on the criminals to the police. Same principle applied. And that's why he was giving Kaori a toothy little grin. It was all 'fuck you' for the cat smell reference, laying out the options real starkly. "So you could tell us all about Billy Rikker because he will never believe we caught you and let you go, and if we do let you go, we'll make sure to do it in a way that makes it look like it was a friendly parting or a botched up dropoff. He's still alive, you know and bloodsuckers are always looking for an excuse to off rivals to get ahead and I bet it ain't any easier with Nemsemet ruling as the man now. I wonder who would like to sell your ass down the river to Billy Rikker and the Mummy?"</s>
<\|description\|>Zephyr Tremblett Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Talent: Cold/Ice Backstory: Zephyr's mind has two modes, utterly obsessed and totally uninterested. It explained a lot about how he did so well in his martial arts classes, yet so poorly in his school classes. When his mind was turned on there was almost nothing he couldn't do. One of the things he had always been interested in was magic, and luckily for him there was apparently a master of magic hidden in the forest just waiting for apprentices. Once zephyr set his mind to it he packed his things and off he went. Magic Color and Meaning: Orange. Passionate Primary Source of Magic: It begins in his heart and flows most easily to his hands. It works best when being used to do something Zephyr really cares about. Other: He brought with him about a days worth of food, a sleeping bag, some money, and his katana which he got from his martial arts classes.</s> <\|message\|>Mckenna (Mecca) Rae Richards Mecca clenched her teeth as her body went rigid with pain. Her golden eyes glared straight ahead of her. When the needles started to press harshly against her skin she just kpet clenching her teeth. Well she couldn't tell if her teeth were still clenched, there was just so much pain.</s> <\|message\|>Zephyr Tremblett As the pain shot through him Zephyr just thought of what was keeping him going. Magic is understanding of the universe. Understanding is knowledge. Knowledge is power. After what felt like an eternity he fell to the ground on his knees. Looking at the Magic Man, he seemed amused watching them all suffer, probably because he was counting on no one expecting that pain. Zephyr gave the man a weak thumbs up before collapsing in the snow, unable to move for the time being.</s> <\|message\|>Charles Edward McCloud The Master would clap in surprise at how they was, "interesting... you have managed to surprise me" he states then he raises his eyebrow at Bristle when he senses something "well you don't get time to 'celebrate'" he states and snaps his fingers to put everyone to sleep sense the ritual was over. he'd walk over to bristle scratching his chin thinking how to deal with some trouble he spotted, then grins seeing one of bristle's positions and gets and idea....... The apprentices would begin to wake in a big room that is filled with rows of bed, almost like an infirmary. All the apprentices would find all their possessions gone, and their clothes changed. They would be wearing old wool made clothes, set up more old time wise. The females would be wearing a dress of shorts of a light brownish color. While the guys would be wearing a tunic and trousers, the tunic being same color as the dresses but the trousers would be even darker. there would be two doors in this room, one marked a 'rest room' while the other has a note on it stating 'Once you all are finally awake follows these instructions' it then gives a path to go. 'and meet me at your first training field.' @booksmusicanime @Rex @Eklispe @RomanAria</s> <\|message\|>Bristle Bristle woke up with a groan, that had been the absolute worst thing he'd ever been through. He felt his new clothes curiously, well this was somewhat different. Oh well, free clothes were free. He stretched and found that his muscles were in fact still intact, albeit somewhat sore. Looking around he found that apparently not everyone had died. Good news just kept coming. Shrugging he reached for the closest door and saw a note on it. Follow the path hm? Bristle looked back at the other sleeping members curiously, it seemed he was the first up. Since he didn't really like the thought of meeting the master alone he knocked on the door in an attempt to wake somebody else up to walk with him.</s> <\|message\|>Alex Danger Alex opened his eyes and sat up. He didn't remember falling asleep or falling asleep in a bed for that matter. He rubbed the right side of his head to try and dull the throbbing headache. He sighed, "Last time I felt like this was when I broke my arm and woke in the hospital with all those pain killers in my body." He shook his head and noticed his clothes had changed. "Well that's just perfect. Those clothes where three hundred dollars online," Alex said before he moved to the side of his bed and looked around. He couldn't find the med kit he bought or any of the other possessions he had with him. He stood up and stumbled before getting his footing and said, "Great, both the med kit and my IPod is gone. Guess I won't need them for the next test." Alex stretched before his stomach growled. "Could use a slice of pizza though," Alex said.</s> <\|message\|>Mckenna (Mecca) Rae Richards Mecca darted up-right, pain shooting through her sore limbs. She went to feel for her lighter, wanting to take comfort in these strange surrondings only to find herself in a dress. "I hate dresses." She grumbled as she stood on her shaky legs and made her way towards the door where Bristle was at, grumbling things to herself.</s> <\|message\|>Zephyr Tremblett Zephyr woke up feeling better than he did right after the ritual, but that wasn't saying much. The first thing he noticed was he was in different clothes. These new ones were pretty comfy, but he didn't even want to think of what the Master did to get them all changed. It seemed everyone was waking up, Bristle being the first. He was standing by the door knocking on it, Zephyr guessed to make noise to wake the others. As he stood up Zephyr also realized he didn't have any of his personal items with him. "This guy better not have thrown my sword away," he said to himself as he walked over to Bristle. "So we have instructions already?" He nodded at the note, wondering what exactly their first assignment would be.</s> <\|message\|>Bristle "Yep, no time off for us." Bristle said cheerfully in response to the swordless swordsman's question. Now that everyone was awake they could get going, "Seems the magic man wants us to meet him at the first training field, I'm Bristle by the way." He said as way of introducing himself since he didn't know anyone's names so it stood to reason they didn't know his. Then he snatched the note with the map off the door and walked out following it until he arrived at the training field. Theoretically the others would follow him.</s> <\|message\|>Charles Edward McCloud As the apprentices would arrive in the new location, it would be a huge field that's surrounded by canyon walls. unsure how such a place exists in where their suppose to be. the temperature would be comfortable warm, and the master would be seen sitting on a rock reading a book in middle of the field. he would look towards the apprentices as they arrived "about dam time" he says "been sleeping for months.. then again that's expected for your bodies to adapt to it's new form" he states "you may look like you use to, and feel like you use to. but there has been massive changes done to your bodies.." he says looking towards Bristle "especially you." he states. "this is a magical field, think of it like a pocket dimension" he tells them "this place has been set... on easy for your first training" he chuckles "it will have comfortable temperature for today, and wont have any hindering affects. the first thing you will be doing is learning how to create a sphere of energy from your very own magic.. though Bristle you will have to halt on that for i must speak with you before you try to do it" he tells them all. He cups his hands infront of him and suddenly energy surges before his holding a sphere "this is what you'll be doing.. you wont get this the first try, you must have a clear mind and clear it of all distractions" he says "one emotional slip and it explodes.... harming yourself and anyone near you, people have died before doing this... now the primary aspect of this is you do not control magic, you let it flow" he states "you guide the flow of energy through yourself from where your magic resides, into your palms and then shape it into a sphere, now it doesn't matter the size of the sphere, only that you can make one. no rushing or else you could kill each other.. after words you'll be doing physical training" he sates. @duskshine749 @booksmusicanime @Rex</s> <\|message\|>Bristle Bristle mentally winced, being singled out already? And what was this about sleeping for months? They could've have been out for more than a couple days right? Bristle reluctantly walked next to the master and stood there awaiting orders. So far the master made magic sound less fun and more like some sort of intense training thing. He was kind of intimidated by the thought that attempting to rush the process could kill them, what if he messed up? He swallowed nervously.</s> <\|message\|>Charles Edward McCloud The master chuckles "raise your left palm and focus on it" he states "something should appear after a few moments... unlike the others I've put a multi-layer seal on your magical energy.. and the keys to it are in your left palm" he tells Bristle "you have a rare trait that most don't seem to have, plus a ton of energy to back it up. so to insure you can learn to control this I've put this seal on you, each seal will release more of your energy, as you are now.. you could only handle the first level, never try to go past it or else you will lose control and probably kill yourself" he states "as you train you'll learn to control more energy so you'll be able to control it better, but until then this is a safety measure"</s> <\|message\|>Alex Danger Alex walked into the canyon; he was amazed at how something so large could be here. He smiled as he said, "My god, it's like a small pocket of reality. It's like we're in another dimension from our own. This is amazing. Can magic actually create pocket dimensions? For that matter: can magic really bend reality to the users will?" he found the master sitting on a rock reading and when he stated how long they had been sleeping Alex wanted to ask how they were kept from dehydration or starvation, but stopped himself. Better off not asking scientific questions, he might be the type that hates science. Alex thought. Alex listened to what he was supposed to do and slowly slide away from the others to keep a safe distance from everyone else. Better make a good enough radius around myself to keep others out of the blast zone should it come to that. Alex thought before he saw the Master talking with someone else and sighed, "I hope he didn't throw away my clothes. They were expensive and one of a kind. for that matter: I hope my IPod is ok." Alex sighed again before he stretched and cracked some joints in his shoulders and hands before he clears his mind. It took him a lot longer to clear his mind then he thought before he held his hand out like he saw the master do, yet nothing happened. Besides his stomach growling. Damn it I'm hungry Alex thought.</s> <\|message\|>Bristle Bristle did as he was told and gazed at his palm intensely. After a few seconds of staring Bristle was about to speak up when he suddenly saw some pale object resting inside his hand. It appeared to be a deck of cards, chained. Except for one card that lay on top. "I see it now, but what do I do?" Bristle asked, fascinated by the strange ethereal object in his hand. He hadn't expected anything like this to happen.</s> <\|message\|>Mckenna (Mecca) Rae Richards Mecca had taken a place far away from the other apprentices and had commenced to staring at her hands. She honestly had no idea how to let the magic flow. She had to bite her tongue to keep from saying something stupid. Trying to clear her mind of her thoughts she just kept staring at her open hands.</s> <\|message\|>Charles Edward McCloud the master rubbed his chin looking at bristle "well you activate the first seal... then you can go out and work like the others" he states "there is multiple ways to activate it, the best method is with your own mind so you don't even need to move, one point you'll be able to do it without even a glance at your hand and you can adjust your magic easier... heck at one point you wont need the seal anymore" he states "you must find a method to activate it for now, now it'll stay activated once you do it, but it's not like your magic will just flow out off you, no instead you'll then have access to that amount of magic" he states "no matter what you should get the lowest level when you activate it this time, but in the future it will be unclear what seal levels you will get when you activate it for more power" he tells bristle. "I'll let you find an suitable method for now so you can start training" The Master would look over at Mecca and then at Alex and sighs "I said you must concentrate, just staring at your hands will do nothing!" he states "Look for your essence of magic, your source inside of yourself then draw from it to create the sphere, and like i said don't force it or it will kill you" he states again "Focus, Concentrate!" @Rex</s> <\|message\|>Bristle Bristle nodded like he understood everything that was being said, he did more or less. He took a few steps back making sure he had a clear area around him and concentrated, use only your mind hm? Bristle stared at his hand and mentally grabbed at the card laying there on the top. With agonizing slowness the card slowly lifted up and was held in front of him. He could feel the power coming from the card, this was amazing. He wasn't quite sure how to use it yet though and he certainly didn't want to try to do anything recklessly given they'd been warned multiple times that doing this could kill them. Should he try drawing power from the card? Turn the card into power, maybe try turning the card into the sphere? Bristle thought it over slowly as he examined the card closely and tried to figure out what to do next.</s>	<\|message\|>Zephyr Tremblett Zephyr loved the look of the canyon they were in. If this is where they would be training he would enjoy it quite a bit. Then what the master said hit him, "wait, months?" He was sure he wouldn't get an answer about it, but it was crazy to think that months had passed when it felt like he was only asleep for the night. Whatever though, he knew that doing this would mean being gone from home for a long time, possibly forever. The other started dispersing, and the master wanted to talk to Bristle away from the others. Zephyr found a nice spot and sat down cross-legged. Closing his eyes and putting his hands in a circular shape in front of him, he took a deep breath to clear his mind. Meditation was something he did on a daily basis. Well, used to, considering he had been asleep for several months according to the master. Still, it came naturally to him after all this time. He opened up to the sensations around him, the faint breeze through the field, the sounds of the others as they tried to access their magic. He remembered what the master said, do not control the magic, let it flow. After some time, Zephyr felt tingling in his hands. He looked down and saw tendrils of energy flowing from is palms. Taking another deep breath, he focused on it, causing the energy to swirl until it was finally a sphere. Remembering what the master said about not getting overly emotional, Zephyr made the sphere go away before pumping his fist in the air excitedly. He wasn't sure if he was the first or the last person to get it but he was just happy he did it at all.</s>
<\|description\|>Daryl A rugged, independent individual with a distrustful personality, shaped by his past experiences. His redneck demeanor and long-standing hatred for conformity are evident in his interactions with others. Despite this tough exterior, there's an unexpected soft side to him that few get to see. He's resourceful and adaptable, having survived the harsh post-apocalyptic world on his own for quite some time before joining Rick's group. His love for nature and solitude hint at a more introverted personality underneath the rough exterior.</s> <\|description\|>Mei A pragmatic, resilient woman who's endured countless hardships in the post-apocalyptic world. She's no stranger to survival tactics and has a practical approach to life, often focusing on immediate needs rather than long-term goals. Despite her harsh environment, she maintains a sense of humor and sarcasm that lighten up otherwise grim situations. Her brown hair tied in a bun suggests an unkempt appearance due to lack of resources or time for personal grooming. She's resourceful and strategic, always considering the potential risks before making decisions. While she can be somewhat guarded due to her experiences, she also exhibits signs of altruism by helping others even when it's not in her immediate self-interest.</s> <\|narrator\|>In a post-apocalyptic world, Mei finds herself at a local store looking for supplies. She enters cautiously and finds three bodies with gunshot wounds to the head. After disposing of them, she begins exploring the store for food and other necessities. As she's about to leave with her meager haul, she hears a man fighting off walkers outside. She lets him in through the back door of the store and they barricade themselves against an oncoming horde. They attempt to break down the door from inside but it won't budge. As time runs out, Daryl suggests they use a metal cart as leverage to try and push through the door.</s> <\|message\|>Daryl Mei Seungwas absolutely, inarguably and unendingly done with this shit. Done with exhaustion, throat scratching thirst, stomach cramping painful hunger. There was nothing left in the world for her, but she'd figured out pretty quickly she couldn't stop moving. She didn't know how. She'd tried to consider killing herself, but realized pretty quickly it just wasn't a possibility for her. She had no desire to end it, no matter how much of a struggle every day was. She just... what was it one of her coworkers had said? She just kept on keepin' on. It was all she had. Her dirty brown hair was pulled up into a tight bun because she just hadn't been able to bring herself to cut it all off. She'd liked her hair. But long and loose? That was a great way to end up with a cold, rotting hand tangled in it. The old fashion standards had died a long time ago with all the people who cared, and she hadn't thought about how she looked in a long time. There was a faint splattered bloodstain on her sleeve that Mei had tried hard to get out but eventually given up on. It wasn't like it was all that noticeable under the dust and dirt, and she was so used to it that she barely noticed it anymore anyway. It wasn't like she had a lot of options for clothing. The jacket and jeans were both thick enough that the human teeth of the biters couldn't rip through, and that had saved her life on more than one occasion. Or at least saved her limb. Mei had heard that chopping off your limb above the bite could keep the infection from spreading, but she hadn't thought about it much, at least not long enough to make a decision. She should have. These were the kinds of things a survivor should have already planned out. The store looked empty. The windows were dirty but not bloody, which was a decent sign. She rapped on one sharply with a knuckle and waited, watching for a moment. Nothing inside. At least, nothing that had heard the noise or could respond to it promptly. The door was unlocked - of course - and she pushed it open, stepping into the silence. The smell of death hit her immediately, and Mei wrinkled her nose in distaste. The reason for it was obvious; there were three bodies lying on the floor. They weren't moving and she moved towards them closely, kicking them over one at a time. She could see the holes in their head, and just kind of shoved them out of the way so that if she had to run, she wouldn't trip over them. From what she could tell from decomposition, they'd been there a while. Someone else who'd been bitten. The door was closed behind her, and the woman started into the store, footsteps soft as she looked for something that wasn't rotten.</s> <\|message\|>Mei Not long ago, Rick Grimes group of survivors arrived at the Alexandria Safe-Zone. Apprehensive at first, the majority of the group were assimilating hastily into the new lifestyle. From the minority that almost abhorred the conformity and normality of the community, Daryl Dixon was the most prominent. As Ricks right-hand-man, the redneck discussed everything with the former sheriff. Daryls distaste was dually expressed before, during, and after the decision was made to explore Alexandria. Surprisingly to Daryl, Rick began relaxing into this new safe haven. Daryls prior experience with a self-proclaimed sanctuary or safe-haven was nearly fatal. The experiences at Terminus deterred the group from believing Alexandria was truly safe though the memory was almost forgotten by most. How did these people trust so easily? Trust was an area Daryl struggled with for his entire life. It took years before he trusted this group but they were his family now. Rough around the edges, Daryl never showed a hidden soft side. Carol found that side most of the time and everyone knew it existed. Still, in the eyes of everyone, Daryl Dixon was the neighborhood redneck badass. Without even trying, the male won popularity over the people of Alexandria despite being mute for the first handful of days. Though he would not openly admit this to anybody, the male began looking at this community with a new perspective. Despite this newfound, confusing emotion and viewpoint, Daryl enjoyed his privacy and freedom. Being locked inside a safe-zone during the apocalypse was fantastic for some yet Daryl felt it was imprisonment. As a boy, he spent most of his time outside with his older brother, Merle. Essentially, Daryl was never a home body and enjoyed being in nature. Walkers hampered his ability and opportunity to hunt for pleasure and enjoy his alone time but it was better than nothing. Daryl refused to be locked inside forever. Recently informed of his job at Alexandria with Aaron, Daryl felt ambiguous about the situation. His head needed to be cleared and supplies were needed. With his crossbow and hunting knife by his side, Daryl hopped onto his precious motorcycle and left Alexandria. The supply runners often coordinated and plotted the next supply run so Daryl veered off-course and began searching through a town just west of the settlement. It was dangerous because the area had not been scouted yet the older male figured keeping on the same path as the runners would lead him to depleted resources. Because of pride, Daryl Dixon never returned home empty-handed. Nothing about this town alarmed him until he decided to check an old grocery store. It was one of many stores in the same strip mall area. All hell broke loose when the metal door was pulled open thanks to Daryls strength and a swarm of walkers piled out into the parking lot. Fuck! The brown-haired male cursed, falling back onto his ass. It was impossible to fight off the creatures so he jumped to his feet quickly and took off in a sprint around this store towards the next unknowingly heading towards a dead end with the presence of another human being not far away.</s> <\|message\|>Daryl The store didn't have much that she wanted. Mei took the time to open and eat a single energy bar she'd found underneath one of the shelves, but that was about it. Pasta sauce she'd just... drink, she supposed. It wasn't an appealing thought, but neither was starving to death. That one was distinctly worse, so drinking pasta sauce it was. Not here, but later. She saw the man coming, and the walkers behind him. Her immediate thought was that she should just go back in the store, close the door and go out the back, let him deal with it. Whatever he'd done, he'd been the one to fuck up and she didn't have to have any part of this. But he looked clean and decently fed, she realized, and that meant he had somewhere. Which meant he had people. She remembered when she'd had people. Fine. Fine, she was doing this. Somebody deserved to have a good day today. "In here. Back door."She spoke quickly, gesturing through the door she was currently standing next to. Walkers weren't smart, they wouldn't know to go around. She stepped back inside, closing the door behind her but leaving it unlocked and moving towards the back of the building. He could follow if he wanted, but she was getting out of there. Sure, it could be a trap, but he'd have to decide if it was worth it or not. Pretty much everything could be a trap these days. Mei just wanted to do one good thing today. Probably her one good thing for the next month, because she was not leaving any of the still good supplies in the store. Then again that was because there were barely any and if she didn't get 'em, she'd probably die. She heard the door open and close, and silently found a spot behind a shelf. "Door's in the back. We can go one at a time and hope the other doesn't shoot us in the back, or just get going." That was probably the better option, really. The undead were already slamming into the windows, making the glass rattle. It wouldn't hold up forever. Not very long, even. Too many of them, too much force. And they didn't care about glass cuts, they wouldn't be slowing down. Mei hadn't gotten out her gun until this point, but it was in her hand now. She wasn't even thinking it was for the walkers, the biggest chance of use would be because of the dude she'd just let in. Humans were just as dangerous, if not more so than the dead these days. Then again, people had always been pretty dangerous. She just met a whole lot less good people these days.</s>	<\|message\|>Mei Chances of survival were dimming for Daryl Dixon. Being a realist, he needed to get the hell out of this place. The last thing he expected was to be assisted by another human being. However, a feminine voice called out to him and with a whip of his head, the male's brown eyes landed on a woman peeking out of a nearby store. It could be a trap leading him to his death but the walkers were getting closer. Perhaps he would be able to maneuver his way out of this one so he took the risk. He was unable to debate long about his choice because of the impending horde. Inside, he was careful enough to ensure this woman did not kill him immediately. Though she kept her gun withdrawn, Daryl kept his hand on the crossbow while gliding towards the back where this strange woman was directing him. Following her to the back of the store, Daryl kept dead silent and only nodded from time to time. Already, the walkers were banging loudly on the glass. It would shatter at any time. He would have to take the risk of not getting shot in the back. However, another problem would be encountered. The door was jammed shut from the outside it seemed. Daryl could not push it open even though he used all of his strength. Time was running low and Daryl frantically looked left and right to find something, anything they could use. Finally, his eyes landed on a metal cart. It was not a shopping cart, but it looked to transport items from one place to another in the store. It would almost remind him of a laptop cart except heavier and obviously not used for laptops. "Hey, come here and help give this a push. Maybe we can ram the door and knock whatever it is back there off. Or at least we can get the door slightly open and find something to pry it open further." Daryl shouted over the commotion, feeling their options were quickly running out of time as it was.</s>
<\|description\|>Meirie Leran Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.</s> <\|message\|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial "HEY! MISTRESS IS NOT DONE WITH YOU YET, MONKEY!" Lithrielle would exclaim as Liaena suddenly ran off, her purple cheeks gaining a distinct blood red hue! However, as she looked over at Serphia, Lithrielle would immediately frown as she noticed Serphia wasn't really paying the situation any real attention. Opening her mouth a bit, Lithrielle would tilt her head as she eyed her mistress to see if she was all well. "Uhhh... mistress Serphia?" "Mmmmhhm... let her go." Serphia simply said as she waved her hand towards Lithrielle, motioning for her to calm down. "We will let the midget go and try to deal with the giantess problem in the yard herself." She continued, turning to give Lithrielle a smile. "If she just so happens to get trampled, eaten or otherwise obliterated by her massively overpowering foe, we will simply deal with the problem ourselves! And if they destroy each other, that's just a win-win for us!" "B-but... " Lithrielle stammered, looking worried. "What if the giant Draenei wins?" "Go find Naliyah and go see if she doesn't have something in her stash that we cannot use against the Draenei." "Naliyah?! You can't be serious, mistress!" "Ohhh, I know we can rely on her." Serphia smirked as she formed a slight grin with her purple lips looking down at Lithrielle. "Tell her that I know where her Rithrynn is." Lithrielle remained silent for a moment, yet her worried expression soon faded into that of a smile as she looked back up at her mistress! "Ohhh, that's brilliant! I'll go find her right away, mistress!" * Malizia had already bent over and was in the process of moving over towards the tiny sentinel and Silje, both of whom had nowhere to run now as Mei had already ran past them and shut the door behind them, leaving them outside and alone before the gigantic ebony draenei that was rapidly closing in on them! That was, until her head suddenly snapped around at the sound of another beautiful creature... ! "Could it be? ... " "I don't suppose…you could step away from the screaming human? It would be very nice of you" Stopping right in her tracks, Malizia would turn around and spot Kathlin! She did look a little bit different, in her heavy protection gear, but even through the heavy guide, her person was unmistakable! Malizia's eyes would widen into star-filled orbs as she smiled with glee! "Little mushie-wushie!" She exclaimed, and in one sudden show of (giant) acrobatics, the giantess had swung around, launched herself across the yard, knocking and tearing up a good number of the trees and bushes in the process, before slamming down on her butt in front of Kathlin and swooping her up in one hand, holding the tiny human up in front of her! "I sooo missed you!" Malizia exclaimed as she looked down at the little human in her hand, her face bright with joy! "I was so worried some of those mean elves might have hurt you!" As Malizia said that, the giant draenei would throw a dirty look down towards the sentinel holding Silje, all the while the Sentinel was slowly trying to inch towards the door to frantically knock on it in hopes that Mei would open! Turning back to Kathlin with a huge grin, the Draenei would notice the tiny device in the human's hands, before raising a finger and motioning towards it. "D'aaaaawwwwhhh! Did you bring that gift for me?" Malizia would exclaim with a sound of exasperation. "You are soooo wonderful, I could just eat you up, cutiepie!"</s> <\|message\|>Sharon Daerin'Lei "Wait, what are you doing? You have to stay clear of the target zone!" Sharon exclaimed as he rushed towards the window that Kathlin had just exited, only to watch the bizarre scene unfold outside in the garden. Silje, faced with the sight of her monolithic adorer, had; like most rational and normal people would have done under similar circumstances; feinted, and was no longer offering any sort of resistence to the Night Elf holding her. The poor girl's mind had by now retreated to her happy place, free of any crazy Night Elves or giant Draenei. Kathlin, on the other hand, had been snatched up by the massive Draenei, who looked equally busy ogling her as trying to woo her. And that is without to give any kind of mention to her rather problematic choice of words in her expressions! "No-no, this is all getting out of hand... !" Sharon mumbled, slightly hesitant to state the obvious as he beheld the spectacle going on. A sharp hiss and crackling noise caused him to turn to look back inside of his sanctum, as he watched the magnificent apparatus he had erected was practically boggling with the massive fel energies currently streaming through it. He had not anticipated the firing delay, whereas the fel crystals had continued to feed the apperatus raw, uncontained demonic energies, causing it now to overflow; threatening to rupture at any moment now if it was not allowed to discharge in an orderly fashion! "Just my luck!" Sharon said from below his oversized goggles before pulling them back down onto his eyes, and turning to call out through the window. "FORGET ABOUT FINDING THE EXACT PERFECT MOMENT, GIRL! JUST PUSH THE BUTTON, OR WE ARE GOING TO SUFFER A DEMONIC ANOMALY!" Sharon called out from the window frame down to the girl currently firmly in the Draenei's grasp. "GET TO A SAFE DISTANCE AND P,-" CRACKLE CZZZZ-KZZZTTT! BROOSH!! "... YOU KNOW WHAT, FORGET ABOUT THE SAFE DISTANCE; JUST PUSH THE DAMN BUTTON!"</s>	<\|message\|>Meirie Leran "Are you bloody kidding me!" Mei called, feeling the surge of energies. Not really being a magic user of any kind, but still feeling magic quite strongly due whatever the warlocks had done to her, she knew full well to keep as far away from Malizia right now. She wanted to have nothing to do with whatever was going to happen outside! Already being inside the house, she could feel the energies rising still. She quickly opened the door for the ones outside to get inside. "For the Naaru's sake…" She cursed, dashing across the room now that the door to the outside was opened, entering the corridor and slamming the door behind herself, getting deeper into the mansion. As further in as possible, the better for her! That said she did hear Sharon's yell. That did not bode well for whomever had to deal with that device on the yard. "I will so probably going to regret this…" Meirie said to herself as she grabbed a nearby empty glass bottle, one of many that were scattered about the mansion. With her projectile weapon in hand, she dashed towards the nearest window. Once by the window, feeling the magic surge that was going to be released any moment, Mei, took a deep breath, took a stance, aimed carefully and threw the bottle in her hand with full force at Malizia's eye, granted at this distance even Mei's great aim at throwing would have a hard time, hitting a moving target such as the eye of a moving giant Draenei, but as long as she hits anywhere near the eyes( which she was going to happen) The bottle would shatter from the impact, causing the huge annoyance to drop anything she was trying to hold… people included. Once that was done, she jumped back, slamming her back against the wall, praying for whatever was going to happen via the magic that Sharon was doing, won't affect her too. She had enough portals for a lifetime… or a few lifetimes in her case.</s>
<\|description\|>Kaito Species: Kitsune Age: 256 years old Gender: Male Appearance: Kaito is of rather average adult height and build. Not particularly tall and has a rather slander build. He has messy brown orange hair and a rather boyish face with a disarming smile. Nothing that is particularly remarkable about him except well those fox ears on his head and that fluffy tail. He wears a dark red tunic, a gray pair of trousers, some sturdy boots and a black hooded cloak to finish things off. The quality of the fabric and dye of his clothing indicate that Kaito has significant financial standing. Bio: There are a lot of folklore tales about the origins of Kitsune. Some say they are foxes that have gained magical properties after turning hundred years old, others tell that they are native to a strange magical realm known as the fey wild and have used their magical abilities to travel to the current plane of existence. None of those stories are true and in good kitsune tradition Kaito tells them all. Kaito was born 256 years ago in the mystical forest of Kaojiro. A place far away from the three kingdoms. When he reached adulthood at the age of hundred and fifty, the young kitsune decided to travel the world. After visiting various places Kaito found himself in the kingdom of Escudo. Intrigued by its wealth, Kitsune decided that such a lavendish lifestyle would suit him well. However, Kaito is not the kind of man that would work fair and hard to gain a fortune. No, the kitsune decided that it would be much more efficient and fun to utilize his very particular skill set to extract as much wealth from all the merchants and nobles as he could in very underhand means. For many years he conned and cheated merchants and nobles alike out of their hard earned gold coins. This became such a problem that the government decided to intervene. When the king's men finally caught Kaito 5 years ago a spectacle of a process was orchestrated. Merchants screamed "off with his head", nobles demanded blood. However Kaito valued his head and thus executed a different plan. The night before his decapitation he used his illusion magic to impersonate a fellow prisoner who had served out his sentence and was promptly released by the clueless guards. For the next five years the kitsune managed to evade every bounty hunter, mercenary and soldier that tried to track him down. But that all changed when an elf working for the king started to ask questions in the more shadier parts of Rascade. Skills: Shapeshifting: Kaito can shapeshift between his fox and humanoid form. Sleight of hand: Kaito's hands are extremely fast, accurate and he's a master of deception. He's an expert pickpocket and trickster. Very sneaky: Kaito's ability to move around silently is unparalleled. He has a habit of suddenly appearing into people's personal space. Lockpicking Acting/deception Multi linguistic: Speaks and reads the various languages of the lands of Escudo, Anggolinsto and Meche. Spells: Impersonation: Kaito can use his illusion magic to take on the physical appearance of people he has seen. His magic also changes the sound of his voice to match that of the person he's impersonating. However he still needs to act out the way they move and behave. Illusion magic: Kaito can create Illusionary objects, creatures and terrain. These illusions include visuals, sound, sense of touch, smell and sense of temperature but cannot cause any harm. Charm: Kaito can use his magic to charm people. Any person that gets charmed by him regards Kaito as a friend and is very likely to help the kitsune in any way that is reasonable. Equipment: Wakizashi short sword Tanto dagger Set of lockpicks Shell game set Set of Dice Set of playing cards Spare clothes Camping equipment</s> <\|message\|>Yvonne Rosenving, "The Mad Blade" [GM Post] "Hmm?" The only reaction that registered the blow was a slightly surprised grunt, Ragnar's leg sliding an inch forward but that's it. The following slice produced more result, slicing into flesh yet nowhere as deep as it should. An angry red line was left, none of the blood escaping the wound. The northener himself didn't seems to be bothered at all as he recognize Cedar's ursine form, even as he's tackled with the full momentum of a bear. That one showed more effect, Ragnar's displaced bulk slamming to the table with dull thud. The table violently slid a bit from the impact, waking the two sleepyhead with startled "huh?". Then the arrow struck, its glimmering tips punctured through the brute's neck. Another arrow from Veronica followed, right into the eye, but with a shake of the head it missed the soft target and scored a light scratch on the forehead instead. Yet despite the supposedly fatal blow, Ragnar laughed uproariously as he let his axe go, reached, heaved, and tossed Cedar on to the armored newcomer running on top of the long table. "Gahahaha! Not enough! Not in number, not in strength! More! Ragnar shall take you all!" The northener reached down to grab his axe when Yvonne's figure bolted from the false wall, swinging the mace low through the legs with the full force of her inner strength. A meaty thud and dull snap echoed, followed by a much louder crack of the weapon's handle breaking in half. Still tapping into her strength, the mercenary kicked Ragnar back to the stairway he came from where he collapsed - and promptly get back up, no apparent discomfort despite one shin quite obviously broken inward. "Huh, what? Oh! Mad Blade! Here for a rematch, ain't you?!" "Piss off, you motherfucker." Yvonne rolled her eyes, grabbing the axe to slide it off all the way to the other side of the room. Unhurried footsteps from the stairs. An old man with slick, white hair and even slicker, whiter beards came into view, his entire attire practically screaming "pompous wizard". Formal, double-breasted frock coat the color of burgundy with silken lapel, trouser of the same shade, cashmere waistcoat, immaculately shined leather boots, and a fancy purple cloak to top it off. He carried an ebony walking stick, the handle studded with various gems with more adorning the fingers in the form of various rings. Clear grey eyes surveyed the room, an illusory monocle hovering over the right side as he focused his attention on Ragnar. "Downed already, Ragnar? I thought you northeners tougher than that." Behind him more footsteps echoed, coming closer and closer to the room. Sounds like mundane reinforcement, but even the strongest can still be overwhelmed with sheer number.</s> <\|message\|>"Cedar" Cedar blinked in confusion as he landed on .. ... something? ... wearing kinderance parade armor. It's head was a glowing orb of mysterious animated fire, and it smelled like something long dead. The implication that this was one of Solomon's abominations danced across his mind riding the scent like a dance partner in a rapid 2-step routine. "Ya wan' summa dat? He harder'n he looks." He asked cheekily of the newcomer, who responded only with the impression of a 'smile' within the burning radiance that was the 'head', and a deep menacing chuckle. Cedar 'smiled' back, a rather frightful display of jagged and sharp ivory teeth that could easily have been mistaken for a snarl if not for the sparkling of his eyes and the alert and forward posture of his ears. "Heave-Ho fella!" He chortled, grasping the abomination by the bottom of the breast plate and a pauldron, then 'lance throwing' the creature right into Ragnar the Red's arrogant visage. He quickly looked around the room to see where he was now. The mysterious brute of a man had flung him near the door leading in, which was conveniently behind the false wall, and a short distance to the window. The table was a mess, but several of the beverage ewers were still standing. A man dressed like he shopped at the same store as Flo's brother, and nearly as old as his dad came tottering into view. He had learned from experience with his dad that appearances were deceiving when it came to the 'pulpiness' of such features. Sure, Vanquis was pretty spongy, but his old man was anything but. (Though the latter would only wear a getup like that around the house as lounge-wear.) The obviousness of his being a magician registered a split-second later. "Got a crooked ol' conjuror inna room!" he growled, hurriedly casting the well practiced spell to retune his senses to detect magic, while darting for the red linen curtains draped over the tiny window.</s> <\|message\|>Jazdia Crystalspark Well, and here she thought both were on equal footing. After some dramatic lifting, the bear was thrown away like a potato sack and collided with a summonsed undead that Solomon had conjured from God knows when. The specter's reaction to his summoning was equally boastful, befitting his masculine voice and a full set of armor. Knight in... err ghostly armor? Good thing he didn't seem as difficult as his mannerism suggest. --until Cedar grab the guy and avenged the throw-away he received earlier to an unrelated bystander. Well, at least it closes the gap between them. Jazdia did not have enough attention to see the aftermath of their little game of undead ping-pong, her eyes caught a silhouette of an elderly man entering the room. "Got a crooked ol' conjuror inna room!" "Yeah, I can see that." Like the previous unexpected guests, this particular wizard pranced into the battlefield with an equally prideful boast as his big lackey was. Only less swaggering and more pompous. A quick ultravision on that wizard revealed a copious amount of magical nodes, probably coming from artifacts with unknown properties. As for Ragnar, the magical aura was more uniform and intense. So that explained his immense durability. Even when having one of his legs bent like a crooked branch, the man didn't seem bothered. The arrow was still lodging there, and she had imagined its glowing head would burn inside the man's neck-- cauterizing the wound. Wait.. did she miss his jugular? Or was the enchantment so sophisticated it was able to ignore physics? The fatigue in her eyes did not allow Jazdia to activate her ultravision right now, unless if she was willing to pay the price. Didn't matter! The enemy was here, and she had enough power to demolish the entire tower if she needs to. Drawing another fully enchanted arrow, Jazdia aimed at the wizard. "Hold it right there, not one incantation or you will see hell! You don't want me to be your enemy!" And there she was, joining the trend involving conspicuous remarks and prideful one-liners.</s>	<\|message\|>Kaito Kaito smiled as he saw how Yvonne sended the big dude flying. The fox was still hidden well within the illusionary fake walls and the giant advisory did not seem to be able to see through the illusions at all. However his insane durability was certainly a drag. Even having its leg torn and an arrow in his neck did not seem to bother the guy at all. He either was some weird creature or greatly enhanced by magic. However, judging from the fact that he did not even seem to notice the illusions and utter lack of other magical properties displayed, the kitsune deduced that the enhancements would likely come from some external source, like that wizard that just entered the room. Jazdia seemed to be in a talkative mood, considering that she did not immediately put an arrow through the white bearded man's head. However Kaito did not share his boss's judgment regarding not immediately ending the old man's life. In the fox's book, wizards are a drag as they often have ways to mitigate his illusions. Unlike the big beefy dude, the Kitsune considered the old man a serious threat. Suddenly four Kaito's came rushing out of the fake illusionary walls, attacking the old man from four different directions. Three of them were illusionary. The first illusion came in from the left and went for the wizard's head. The second illusion came in from behind and stabbed towards the heart. The last illusion came in from the front with an attack towards the throat. All these illusions had one purpose, to draw the man's defenses away from the real target that Kaito was going for. As the fox rushed forwards, drew his sword and in one smooth motion slashed towards the hand holding the staff in an attempt to cut it clean off.</s>
<\|description\|>Adalina Corvi Age: 14 Appearance: Up there Nationality: Italy (Sicily) Personality: Adalina is very sharp and has strong, albeit quite peculiar sense of justice. She is very serious about fighting Errors in order to set things right and won't tolerate any slip-ups from her fellow underlings. Her strictness with other magical girls stems mostly from idea that there only have to be so many magical girls, as long as they are perfectly trained and don't die, so that recruiting new ones as cannon fodder won't be necessary anymore. The less people there are in harms way, the better. Biography: Adalina was born as the daughter of a successful lawyer and his wife on the beautiful island of Sicily. Thanks to her father's work her family never had any money problems, they traveled whenever she had holidays, they had a big house with a swimming pool and even their own little yacht. In her childish naivete, she always thought that these happy times would continue for ever and ever. But of course, that wasn't the case. In a dark summer night, it already had been several months after her tenth birthday, her father woke her up and told her to quickly get dressed because they had to go on vacation right now. Adalina never had questioned things much before, so she did as she was told, got into the passenger seat of their Alfa Romeo and fell asleep again moments after. When she awoke again they were already passing through Naples and she realized that something was missing, or more precisely, someone. However, no matter how often she asked her father where her mother was, the answer was always the same: "I'll explain everything once we're there, so just be a good girl until then." 'There' in this case was a villa on the outskirts of Rome which, even though it wasn't as big or luxurious as their home, was quite nice to look at and most important of all, had a small pool too. After they had unloaded their luggage, which seemed awfully little for a vacation, and brought it inside, her father sat down with Adalina in her, as she would find out moments later, new bedroom in order to answer her questions. That day she learned a lot about her family, which she never even would've dreamed of. Apparently, her father had been working for the mafia for years and not only part time, while her mother was supposedly an undercover cop, who quite literally got under his covers with unexpected results. End of the story was that she quit her job and became a full time mother, however a major figure of the Sicily underworld had gotten wind of it recently and had sent someone to get rid of her and the rest of the family. Her father had managed to fend of the killer however not before he had managed to critically injure her mother, so the only possible way to save her was to call an ambulance for her, which of course would also invite the police, once the medics discovered the gun wounds and corpse. Long story short, they were in Rome now because they had to hide from the police and the mafia, while her mother was fighting for her life and probably would never see them again, even if she survived, because she would have to join a witness protection program to be completely safe. Adalina took it better than expected, as she started to cry like mad, ran out of the house and as far as she could away from the creature that called himself her father. She only stopped when it started to rain and she had to huddle under a tree in a park, so that she wouldn't get completely soaked. It was also there that she had her first contact with a being known as Error, when it tried to eat her. The big mouth and rows of teeth looked like an endless void that came closer and closer and would have surely swallowed her whole, if not for some girl in a frilly dress, who saved her at the last second and gave her the gift of being a magical girl. From that moment on she swore to herself that she would bring justice to those who thought they could get away with lying, killing, cheating and stealing. Not a double-faced justice like that of her father, who worked for good and bad alike, no true justice, her justice. Experience Level: Veteran Skills: Law knowledge: Since her father is a lawyer, she knows more than your average young girl about the things you're not allowed to do and what kind of punishment you'll have to face, if you do it anyway. Leadership: Adalina is convinced that she was born to be a leader and that she always gives the right orders at the right moment, in order to achieve perfect results. Punishment: Punishing others in the perfect way, so that they grow through the experience without taking (too much) damage. Personal Trainer: Going hand in hand with the above, she is also a competent, though demanding, training instructor, when it comes to magical girl or school related stuff. Yo-yo: Adalina mastered the ancient art of the Yo-yo and can even perform tricks with it. Magical Power: Adalina's Magical Power revolves around the concept of ultimate justice, with herself as the judge. Naturally, this also means that it is slightly biased, since it will never work against her, as of course she is the pinnacle of true justice. Records of Guilt (First Act): A book which let's her look into the past of any being on earth, allowing her to find out about the misdeeds they have done. Be it the stealing of cookies, putting a tack on the teachers chair or the killing of Magical Girls, nothing will be hidden from her, as long as they feel guilty about it and she knows their name. Wheel of Justice (First Act): Adalina's weapon of choice, a big wheel attached to a chain, which she normally carries around on her back. The damage it does increases exponentially to the amount of guilt someone or something has burdened themselves with in Adalina's eyes. Chains of Hell (Second Act): Much like her wheel, these chains get stronger, the more guilt someone possesses in her eyes. They appear from various magic circles around her target and are infinitely long. While they wrap around the enemy, they continuously twist and tighten, in order to rid them of any kind of mobility or way to free themselves. If they have done truly horrible stuff, then the chain can even manage to tear of appendages.</s> <\|message\|>Caligetta Cavallerizzo "F-for the one thing, that was a demonstration. And she was closest to me. I d-don't in the slightest see what your implying. Secondly, I feel you don't understand how parties go if you're not even opening the tiniest bit of wine," Caligetta said jokingly, attempting to deflect conversation away from the previous events. She sipped her coffee, reassuring herself that there was nothing weak about drinking super sweet coffee with milk. "Who's picking up the bill for this anyways? I might get a bite of cake and want to pay back my debts."</s> <\|message\|>Seren Athena Belvedere Seren nodded then squeaked in surprise as she saw the bolt flying. Instantly, she conjured a shield right in front of the bolts. They were small and weak, so they shattered on impact, but they did stop the bolts. Seren frowned. "If it's this much I'm sure I can stop it. The problem is something else . . ."</s> <\|message\|>Jessica Sullivan Jessica-Weird Sisters Apartment-Municipio V Jessica was about to respond to Jasmine when she heard Sam's comments on the subject of school. She sat down the bag she had been carrying and walked over to where Sam was sitting and took a seat across from the girl. Looking at Sam, Jessica replied, "There's more to life than fighting monsters and magic. Girls should go to school, even if they have magic and obligations to protect others. Its your obligation to yourself to have an education." Jessica stood up, but before turning to walk over and retrieve the bag, said, "After all, knowledge is power." She smiled at Sam, turned away, and moved back across the room to retrieve the bag.</s> <\|message\|>James/Jasmine Bondler James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters Apartment-Municipio V Jasmine was shocked at Sam's response "are...are you saying that you don't still go to school? How are you getting away with it? If I stopped going to school, my mom would find out and give me hell. Sure I can understand not liking school; It's kind of like taxes, a necessary evil. Because if you don't go to school, then how are you supposed to support yourself? I'll admit I didn't check, but I don't think you can make money fighting Errors." It was a little concerning that Sam was (seemingly) a school dropout, but Jasmine also found it baffling how she seemed to be able to get away with it</s> <\|message\|>Sam Linder Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters Apartment - Municipio V Sam glanced up, if only for a second, when Jessica sat down opposite to her. She admired how calm Jessia was as she spoke. If Sam had spoken like she had to either of her parents, they would have gotten upset, but Jessica took it all in her stride. Never raising her voice, never showing shock, just calmly voicing her opinions. The same could not be said of Sam's other teammate. "Are...are you saying that you don't still go to school? How are you getting away with it?" Jasmine's cries of shock were almost amusing to Sam. She turned her attention back to her book and turned another page. "My parents don't even know I'm here, let alone that I'm not going to school anymore," Sam said. "The minute I heard that Rome was brimming with magical girl and Error activity, as well as making contact with you guys veer ErrorNet and the necessary arrangements with Jessica as to where I would be living, I came straight here." She glanced up at Jasmine with a raised eyebrow. "I'm surprised you never noticed."</s> <\|message\|>Annie Marie Jones Annie - Error Wrecking Crew Roof of Apartments in Municipal XIII "Yeah, it broke after one attack. I'm sure once you get good at it, though, you'll be able to withstand a lot more. Let's try multiple attacks this time. Can you make more than one shield?" Annie drew back the bow again. This time she shot three arrows, one after the other, moving two and then three steps to the side for different angles. Again the shields broke, but stopped her attacks. The dead plant was still unharmed. "Nice, but we gotta work on maintaining them. What is the source of your magic?"</s> <\|message\|>Seren Athena Belvedere Seren shook her head. "A-actually, I can make them strong enough to stop your attacks," said Seren, trying to stop any misunderstandings, "but then the number I can summon goes down." She shuffled he feet as she thought of what to say next. "And another problem is I can't make them float or anything. I can just summon them somewhere in front of the target right before they get hit. If I don't get the timing right, the shields fall down and whatever's behind it gets hit." That was the main reason she had come. As it was, her shields were near useless in protecting anyone but her.</s> <\|message\|>Annie Marie Jones Annie - Error Wrecking Crew Roof of Apartments in Municipal XIII Annie puzzled for ideas before remembering something. "So, my magic is drawn, literally, from this book. I still don't know where you get yours. Some of the other girls have a weapon or pendant. Do you have anything like that?" Annie produced the old pages and bindings that contained the secrets to her magic and flipped to a page labelled "The Guardian". On it where several runes, some text and descriptions, and then the card itself, depicting an armored bear standing over a small child. It roared in defiance against a litter of arrows and wounds. "The Guardian is a protection spell, but also an Embodiment Card, like The Hunter," Annie explained. "It is defined by courage, honor, and inner strength." She looked up from the text and continued to smile. "Sounds exactly like what we are looking for. Maybe there is something in this that will help you too."</s> <\|message\|>Hua Tsing Hua Tsing-Virtù Cardinali Incarnano Cafe Zepelli "Ahhhh?" Confused and more than a little bit flustered, Hua decided to just take her seat and pretend that this happened. There was no need to acknowledge the kiss, as that'd just make this more awkward. -If she did acknowledge it, her friend may or may not have been going to the hospital for a very long time. Now partially recovered, she tried to break the awkward air by getting involved in the current conversation. "U-h, I can pick it up. Just, don't be to extravagant, alright? Alright." Hua took another sip from her tea, deciding to leave that in the air. Maybe cake would make them forget. Yes, everyone who was anyone enjoyed cake, so that would work. Putting her mind to more serious matters, Hua begin thinking about Rome. It was certainly a place different than her homeland of China, but it seemed to have nice people and nicer scenery. However, the Error activity was far more active in Rome than it had been in Taiwan.</s> <\|message\|>Caligetta Cavallerizzo Caligetta Cavallerizzo (Virtù Cardinali Incarnano) Cafe Zepelli Caligetta waved the waitress over and asked for a slice of chocolate cake. Nothing as elaborate as Adalina was eating though. She had to draw the line somewhere before her meal became far too frou-frou and stopped embodying everything she personally held dear, at least she claimed. Of course, it didn't help that things were already awkward and that she was not in the mood to push her luck at this point. "Are we planning to get any work done at all overnight? We could definitely do some 'assignments,' but if you're looking for fun and relaxation I'd understand. It might be just as well. I can barely sit down with all the riding I've been doing lately," Caligetta asked conversationally.</s>	<\|message\|>Adalina Corvi Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano Cafe Zepelli "I'm sure we can afford one night of relaxation without Rome getting completely destroyed, after all we're far from being the only girls fighting for her safety, though we're probably the best. Hey, you always have to see the positive side of things, right Cali? If you're sore now, that at least means you won't try to ride Hua later on and get the bedsheets all messy." Finishing the last pieces of her cake, Adalina turned her attention to the cup of coffee in front of her and took a big gulp of the warming liquid. It was true that there were more than enough Magical Girls out there, but if their mighty overlords called, they would have to follow. In order to administer justice, one had to make small sacrifices now and then, but she wondered if the faceless creatures behind the Error.net had to do the same, or if they could live their lives normally. "Let's proceed with the planning for this evening. What kind of movie should we watch: Horror, love, drama or action?"</s>

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<\|description\|>THERESA OT AN BOL'HJAR MARKED BY THE VIGILS Cast out of her like-haired tribe of warriors, Theresa has adopted a lifestyle of combat and wanderlust. As such, she has come to the Continent out of sheer adventurous nature, wanting to dig up its mysteries and meet its many inhabitants, however dangerous the expedition may become. --- GERALD PITHERS MARKED BY THE VIGILS The product of a mix-up in a sinister necromantic ritual, the drunkard Gerald was cast to sea shortly after his resurrection. After he washed up on the shore of the Continent, he decided he had nothing better to do and began exploring. --- COASTAL VIGILS Servants of an ancient and accursed proclomation, the lumbering Coastal Vigils announce all arrivals within the Continent, and mark them in such a way that they are never permitted to leave. --- JOLLY GUTTERS A leader amongst the black-blooded, inhuman Cleaver-Men originating from the ruined city of Aardvale, Jolly Gutters is the perfect example of a coloquially named "mark hunter", going out of his way to put down any such threats to the natives of the Continent. --- JULIAN, KEEPER OF THE JUNCTION A much, much older native of the Continent, Julian maintains the cross-connecting haven known as the Keeper's Junction. Full of information regarding the Continent and what lies within and around it, Julian is a friendly character who provides whatever he can to those he calls friends.</s> <\|message\|>Saaria Morgossa The Battle of Abominations: Part II Saaria began to fly up just as the block smashed into her. If she hadn't have moved, it would have knocked her clean out, but it instead connected with her leg, sending her to the ground. Her leg was screaming in pain, but she didn't need it to fight. She turned, seeing the Magna Pater, and furrowing her brow in surprise. She flew up into the air quickly. If it was a fight it wanted, it was a fight it would get. She worked a fireball in her hand and sent it flying at the creature. It would cause an explosion wherever it landed. Death from above. The Burgundy Taken fell quickly to Cia, crumbling to dust. But the battle was far from over. The hulking abomination was now upon her. A mass of black cloak standing 12 feet tall, it was at least ten times Cia's size. But it was slow. An arm smashed down, missing her and smashing into the earth nearby. It's other hand swooped in from the other side while Cia wasn't looking and scooped her up, it's fist squeezing uncomfortably against her torso. The creature would be a tasty snack for it before it destroyed the ruins, just as master had commanded. @Cuccoruler @Doc Doctor</s> <\|message\|>The Magna Pater The Magna Pater plunged to the left like an arrow, the fireball upheaving the ground where it had been. Unfortunately it had miscalculated the area of the attack and wound up with its tail on fire. Grinding its thick teeth, it dug its claws into the ground and let loose with a fierce snort of effort. A large ripple passed through the muscular tail as it whipped out in a blur. With a brutal crack, it snapped around the neck of a nearby Taken which had finally worked up the nerve to try and enter the fight. Its cervical vertebrae were virtually disintegrated, throat caving in beneath the outrageous force. The flames on the Magna Pater's tail were extinguished by the air pressure. It had been burned, but the hunger it felt was worse. It hadn't eaten anything fresh in a long time. With a terrible heave the monster jerked the dead Taken off its feet and sent it spinning through the air at Saaria. If she had sharp eyes, she would notice that the body flying at her was minus a head. The beast down below cocked back its left arm. It moved like a street magician. It had slight of hand. It had done something, but what?</s> <\|message\|>Saaria Morgossa Saaria accepted the thrown Taken into a hug, catapulting into the ground with a skeleton on her back and on her front. She hit the ground with a thud, landing right on Gerald's newly found bones. The Magna Pater suddenly felt something smash into its side. A closed abomination collided with it, taking it to the ground. It had seen it attack the Taken, and had it marked for death. Saaria picked up Gerald's bones and slowly backed away as the Abomination wrestled with the Magna Pater. Doctor</s> <\|message\|>Places Cia, Sweetmeat County Weapon As Cia was picked up she gave a horrifying grin. "You think you can eat a weapon?" She said with her toothy grin, her voice echoey and low pitched, it sounded like nails on a chalk board. After she finished speaking Cia's body had black dust gathering around it. Soon enough black spikes of hard sugar surrounded her piercing the hand of the creature. It dropped Cia who took a step back creating another shield around herself as she gathered the black dust above her. After about 10 seconds of charging the black dust it disappeared entirely. Then a huge spike of black sugar came from the ground impaling the creature. Cia continued her grin as she turned towards the temple walking towards it, she wasn't just after the Taken anymore, she was after everyone else as well. She was a weapon, and her purpose as a weapon was to kill. Her other purpose however was to make others fear Sweetmeat County. For a time of war was coming.</s> <\|message\|>Saaria Morgossa The Abomination pulled the spike out of its stomach, looked at it, and dropped it slowly to the ground. It resumed its slow march towards the ruins, its robe half ripped and blowing in the wind, revealing its skeletal legs, made from hundreds of random bone pieces. It let out a slow, deep airy sound, and the Taken began to retreat, as if they feared it. It moved to slam its hand down on Cia, squashing her down like a bug beneath a fly swatter. @Cuccoruler</s> <\|message\|>Places Cia, Sweetmeat County Weapon As Cia approached the ruins she was swatted down by the larger taken. She let out a scream, if it weren't for a light coating of the black sugar on her skin which changed the skin color, she would have been broken to pieces. Though some of her skin did come off to reveal her more white skin instead. Cia got up after the attack and looked at the creature. "I guess that wasn't enough for you." Cia said gathering multiple balls of black sugar around her. Soon enough they turned into larger shards of sugar that floated around her. They all shot smaller shards at the creature aiming for the eyes. Cia wasn't about to lose this fight, at least not in this form, though she was weakened.</s> <\|message\|>Jordan Jordan sent Blake to deal with anyone who would interrupt while Jasmine joined him to face off against the big guy. The fight started off with a maul swing at Jordan's head that he easily ducked. The battle went on for a little bit with Jasmine making small attacks against his legs and Jordan following up on them. After exchanging a few blows Jordon got the upper hand and rammed his weapon into his stomach and used the momentum to push him down onto the floor. At this point in the fight Jordan was seething anger as he lunged towards the songstress. She tried to get away but was forced to the ground. Jordan grabbed the hair on the back of her head and started slamming her face into the floor until her face caved in and he knew she was dead. Getting up Jordan looked around the room for his next victim his lips pulled back and breathing heavily.</s> <\|message\|>Benedict Kaspin Theresa ot an Bol'hjar, Benedict Kaspin --- "Oh SHIT." All things considered, Theresa would've been laughing if she had been in a position any different than the one she was currently in. Ben was clearly not the being's target, at least not yet. But despite that he had STILL been the one to react the most drastically. And it wasn't even in the good way either. The giant buffoon stepped backwards and tripped over his own tail. His body hitting the floorboard actually shook the building they were in. Which was another thing, it more than likely saved her life. When Ben hit the ground, whatever it was stumbled in it's lunge, giving Theresa just enough time to pull her sword halfway out of it's sheathe. And fortunately for her, halfway was enough. The creature's body was horridly mangled from the elements and by those that had not survived an encounter with it. It's right hand had been quite nearly blown off halfway up the forearm. This resulted in sharp shrapnel, which caught her sword. It was long enough to kill her if it caught. But just short enough to not pierce her body with the sword in the way. She yelled her battle cry, and began to fight back, putting her other hand on the flat of her blade to overpower her attacker. She was winning, when a shaky but metallic fist connected with her face. She lost her composure and fell onto her back, her sword still the only thing between her and the metallic spikes that were this being's arm. It was cackling a great deal and begin to win using it's body weight, only for her body to suddenly feel weightless. Her attacker and her sword were suddenly ripped away from her and lifted high in the air. Ben had recovered from his scared and based upon the light coming from between his scales he was mad. "Ben! Dont!" The room smelt like oil and other various flammable substances. If Ben ignited an explosion, even if he survived it, she surely would not. Ben shut his jaws just as fire was about to explode from his maw. He shit his eyes hard as fire rocketed out from between his teeth like steam from a teacup. He threw the creature on the ground roughly and turned to stumble away, eyes clenched in pain and hands over his mouth. When her attacker hit the ground her sword was dislocated from it's mangled arm, and she was on it in no time. With one fluid motion and picked the weapon up and drove it straight down into the creature's torso. It spasmed, seeming to die almost instantly. She turned to check on Ben, only for her ankle to be very forcefully grabbed. Her eyes shot down to see that this creature still had some fight left in it. She ripped her sword from its body and aimed at it's head, and made sure to finish the job. After checking to make sure their attacked really was dead this time, she moved to Ben's aid. He seemed in pain, and he was pulling black, charcoal colored teeth out of his mouth. "I'm sorry." Theresa said, placing a hand on his arm in an effort to comfort the gentle giant. "You okay?" Ben rumbled in response, and pulled out one last tooth. He dropped them unceremoniously onto the ground and shook his head. "It'll hurt more tomorrow. But I'll be fine." Theresa eyed the burnt teeth on the ground and looked back up to him, taking her hand off of his arm. "Happen a lot to your species?" Ben seemed to chuckle, only to wince once again. "Oh yeah. We're built for it. Doesnt make it any more comfortable though..." he said, offering her a smile that, while pained, was so genuine that she could help but give him a small smile in return.</s>	<\|message\|>THERESA OT AN BOL'HJAR Theresa ot an Bol'hjar, Benedict Kaspin --- "Good, good..." Theresa replied. She looked down at the body of the deformed Engineer and said, "Wonder how many more of these things are-" A sound. Light footstep on a creaky wooden floor. At the doorway the Engineer barged in through, a tiny being was peeking its head around the frame. Ben and Theresa both stared at it as it waddled into the main room. It was, as stated, small. Only around two feet in height. The best way to describe it would be a metal skeleton resembling a human infant's, interwoven with the same meaty tendrils seen on the flesh golems outside. Its head was a large lump of flesh, lightly freckled and with a dark spot appearing to be its mouth. Wrapped around its neck area was a battered red cloth, tied and clung very affectionately. "What." Theresa said, watching the little being step further. "Is that." "It's..." Ben said, mouth agape, looking down at the being stepping towards the body of the slain Engineer. He seemed speechless as it scanned the remains, and from the dark spot on its blob-head, three little black tentacles emerged and began feeling over the corpse. "Adorable." "Wh-... what?" Theresa replied, shaking her head slightly. Ben was just stuck watching the little thing feel under the Engineer's coat with its tentacles, looking for something it seemed. "I can't explain it, I just..." Ben said, kneeling down to get a closer look. "I love it. So much." "What the hell is it, even?" "I don't know. I don't care. It's great." The little being retracted its tentacles from under the Engineer's coat, revealing what it'd been searching for. A badge, in the shape of a II. It pinned the badge to a section of its chest, and then stepped away from the body. "Well it's a scavenger, to start." Theresa commented. The being turned its attention towards her, waddling in her direction. She stepped back, apprehensive, but it didn't seem like it was going to do anything warranting a good stabbing. In fact, it approached her leg... and hugged it. "He likes you!" Ben said, suddenly very happy, and grinning. Wasn't a pretty smile with his damaged teeth but, still. "Alright, I'll admit..." Theresa replied, "It's kind of cute." It detached itself from Theresa's leg and turned towards Ben, who promptly held his hand down for it to climb upon. He held it up and wagged his other finger near it, looking very amused. "I hope you're not planning on keeping that thing." Theresa said, looking up at the two. "You just try and stop me, woman." Ben replied, shooting Theresa a quick, halfway serious glare. Theresa just smirked, and made her way to the workshop's entrance. Ben placed the scavenger upon his shoulder, following behind her. "I shall call you... Potato."</s>
<\|description\|>Honoka Oda Codename: Diva Color Scheme: ffdae1 and 68375e Age: probably like 16 or 17 Gender: Female Personality: Honoka is bright, cheerful, and energetic. She tries to always stay positive and look on the bright side of life, no matter how bleak the situation might get. Her attitude can border on the carefree at times, much to the chagrin of her more serious peers. She tries to keep morale high among her allies, despite any friction between them it might cause. A bit of a klutz. She takes her self-appointed idol status seriously, referring to her ops as "lives" and otherwise behaving more like it's some sort of performance event than a life and death battle. She is not, however, a complete idiot. Being a talented mage lends itself to some amount of actual smarts, and she does a lot of work developing her abilities, both in and out of school. Her dedication to practice keeps her working hard at anything she believes is important to her future. If only someone could convince her that marksmanship and other combat training was more important than dance and voice lessons… Short Biography: Honoka lives with her family in a fairly ordinary apartment somewhere in one of the middle-class districts of Neo Babylon. She attends a Thremont school, where she focuses on improving her magical abilities, and other schooling. She's quite talented, but not a perfect, model student. At a fairly young and impressionable age, Honoka fell in love with the city's entertainment sector, particularly the young pop idols who populate a certain segment of it. She has decided that she will be an idol, one way or another. Her attempts to break into the industry proper so far have ended in failure, but she will doggedly keep trying, and continues to train on her own. She works on singing and dance lessons, writes songs and routines, and has essentially set herself up for all of the overworked lifestyle and none of the payoff. Her first attempt at just doing a guerilla concert was also her last. Honoka's first encounter with the Cleaners was one of coincidence. She happened to be at the site of an...incident when it happened, because she had planned to just do some sort of pop-up guerilla live show. She was brought in for debriefing after the action was over, as most would be. Her initial curiosity about the organization was rebuffed, but she was never the sort to let that stop her. Honoka persisted in harassing any known agents, or worse, trying to find more active operations against Nightmares, wherein she could interfere and assist. Eventually, she won out by sheer stubbornness, and is now a proud Cleaner herself. Magic Style: Diva's magical style is focused on song. She claims her spellcasting is fueled by her "idol spirit" and as such, she must sing to create her effects. Where the accompanying music comes from is anyone's guess, though it may be a simple ancillary effect to her magical methodology. Each of her songs generates a single effect, although some are flexible enough that she can change some details (a spell granting energy resistance could be selected for a different energy type on every cast, for instance). Spells: ELEMENT_FIELD - Enhances Honoka and her allies, providing greater resistance from a specific form of energy (fire, cold, electricity, etc.) as well as adding it to their attacks. PRIMALTHUNDER - Damages all enemies within the area of effect, with greater damage the closer to Honoka. She can fine-tune who, specifically, is targeted. PURGER - Binds spirits and similar immaterial Nightmare entities and forces them to manifest in a physical form. As long as the song's effects persist, materialized creatures are vulnerable to mundane attack and cannot dematerialize except by escaping the area of effect. MAGE_DISRUPTION - Disrupts the ability of others to use magic in the area, by essentially filling it with magical "chaff" or noise. Honoka's own will reinforces the area around her, and reduces the overall effectiveness of enemy (or just all other) casters' spells. A sort of countersong, if you will. LIMIT_BREAKER - Enhances the physical ability herself and allies in the affected area. They're stronger, faster, and have sharper senses and reflexes. Generally, this translates in an overall increase in combat effectiveness, even for the primary focus on ranged combat in the modern era. Creative uses for these improved abilities are, of course, up to the individual. PRISM_RIOT - Creates a dazzling light show,not dissimilar to a laser show or stage pyrotechnics. The end result is it's difficult to perceive and track anything in the area of effect, with all the conflicting shadows and extra illumination. EMOTION_MATRIX - Magically influences the emotions of targets in the area of effect. Usually just for uplifting spirits and inspiring good energy and a near-irresistible want to dance, cheer, ignore other things in one's surroundings. Honoka could sing a sad song and instead make people sad, or angry, and so-on, but why would she want to do that. Can be used to cancel or clear negative emotion effects, such as fear, etc. Membership: Fairly new. Probably no more than a year. Equipment: Specially-made idol uniform: Of Honoka's own design, this stage outfit is made out of bulletproof fabric, and is specially treated with a super-hydrophobic outer coating to resist staining and liquids. As armor, it's extremely light, but it does look nice, and offers some level of protection. Pinpoint Barrier System: Built into parts of Honoka's outfit, specifically jewlery and other such things, this advanced piece of Thremont-manufactured magitech can produce a barrier-like shield to deflect or stop incoming attacks. It does, however, have an operational limit before saturating and becoming useless. Courlandt Pulsar: A taser which fires darts containing wireless capacitors. Not as strong as wired taser options, in terms of overall kick, but non-lethal. She keeps it in case "fans get too unruly". Honoka owns no "real" weapons, and even the taser is probably something she has to keep well hidden. Relationships: End: Diva wants to be friends with her, but her attempts are probably less than successful. She considers the older woman to be something of a mentor and trainer. Voice: Nice codename. While not the sort to actively show it, especially to a person who remains cheerful in the face of adversity, Diva pities and worries about Voice. She doesn't know enough to make any real comments on cyber-rejection or whatever else, though. Warthog: The guy's old enough to be her dad. She doesn't know the details of his past, but he's got a solid moral compass and his heroism is something she can easily appreciate. She respects him for his age and experience, and considers him something of an authority. That gun of his is too goddamn loud, which doesn't interfere with her magic. It's still a concern all the same. Runner: His smoking bothers her, and she avoids him when he's at it for her own health (got to protect that throat and all). Beyond that vice of his, she finds that they generally line up in attitude more than she'd care to admit. Not that they're serious or stubborn about the same things... Arsenal: She owns, like, the coolest stuff. Kind of a jerk, though. And the sort who could probably just sit at home and participate in a whole op from there, with a little support. Echo: She'll happily egg him on to greater heights of showmanship at any opportunity, and push herself in kind, if he plays along. That power of his can make it a little cold for her usual outfit, though. Sanction: She treats the Prohibitium liaison like a producer, even going so far as to refer to her as such. Character Impressions: Advent: The Doc's a nice enough person, but all that stuff she makes is anywhere from creepy to downright disturbing. Diva would probably trust herself to Advent's care, though not for experimentation purposes. A decent bedside manner and respect for limits does go a long way. Zer0: Diva is quite friendly toward Zero, being that they're both about the same age. She's probably tried to drag her into joining the idol charade. Hex: Friendly rivalry. If not as an idol, at least as a mage. She's heard Painstakers are supposed to be, like, super-bad news, though. And that monster thing following her around is freaky. At least she customizes her armor; too many Cleaners seem to value function over form. Blitz: He's too cold, but he can fly. How cool is that? Theme Song: Other than the ones for her spells, probably this.</s> <\|message\|>Chris Safenos "Fuck," Echo hissed as he snapped his head back around the corner. God fucking damn it that was going to cost a pretty penny to fix up. Of course the killbots took aim and started firing, the warning had already been given after all. What the fuck had he expected them to do? Dance the fucking macarena for them? Noticeably annoyed if the partially revealed scowl was anything to go by, Echo hurried over and hopped onto his bike. He kicked it into reverse and spun the bike around before pausing for a moment to concentrate. The bots were probably fairly well shielded, but it didn't hurt to try and disable them, however momentarily. Gritting his teeth, he twisted reality above the killbots' position and slammed a powerful pulse of EM radiation into them from above. A bead of sweat fell through his broken helmet as another pulse manifested and crashed against the killbots, hopefully slipping through the minutest of cracks and frying something important. With a few strained breaths, he gunned the engine and raced down the street. He didn't know if his efforts had actually paid off, but if they hadn't then he wasn't sticking around to find out. Now then… how the hell did he get to the Rash's from here?</s> <\|message\|>PC The disengage went almost flawlessly, if a single death were the difference between almost and perfect. Piloting End's car towards the opposite end of the street, Runner weaved between two of the attacking force's parked and burning vehicles. The single way forward was, evidently, just the path that one of the robots had predicted; as if waiting the vehicle to be sandwiched between, it fired a round straight into the back of the truck and penetrated its armor. At the very least it wasn't one of the tank-busting rounds from a larger robot, but it did do more than bore a hole into the vehicle. The fragmented projectile bounced off of a wall inside the cabin and embedded itself straight into Zer0's chest. The girl was immediately rendered unconscious as blood swept across onto Diva's lap, body slumping over. A second shot rang out just as the car turned around a corner, and Runner could see in the side-view mirror as an explosion jetted off of the side of a building that would have otherwise been End's car. Besides Zer0, the team was unharmed as the party bus, Echo, End, and Blitz split off from the scene, leaving the Wirefort's to their fate. Echo's EMP temporarily put the smaller robots out of commission, some longer than others, but did not last. Alternative systems found their way into working condition to get them up and running again, eventually bringing them to the biological barrier Doc had raised. Even then, they were delayed little more than a second as powerful legs launched them a dozen feet over the cars and in front of the manor entrance. In the distance, gunshots could be heard, along with the occasional explosion. A few minutes into their drive, the team received a phone call from Cash, unaware of their recent failure to contact the Wireforts proper. "How's it faring guys?" he asked, but did not wait for a reply, "News, news. The Rash's apparently just got hit too. Same method, reported by the Prohibitum. I've got someone at the scene right now, and he says it was on one of their warehouses. Not as many people dead, but still a considerable amount. Did you get any information?"</s> <\|message\|>Josephine "Fuck you, Runner," End snapped back, "My van is be-" A crack and a pop suddenly sounded through the communications line, and the woman's red-ringed eyes narrowed. That was a bullet, wasn't it? Runner decided not to use his chronomancy to protect her van from getting shot up, right? He REALLY wanted to pay for all the damage, huh? End bit back her reply and focused on her retreat, bringing out her Heinbox from her pocket once more. A holographic display revealed a map of the area, and soon after, End landed in an alleyway, before walking out and merging into a pedestrian street. Beggars and hookers were abound, and being on foot would delay her more than she would have liked, but even though her Valkyrie Suit mainly ran off electricity using a rechargeable battery, she still had to pay for fuel. No point in wasting it, especially when it turned out that the Rashes were attacked by random assailants as well. Irritation formed on End's expression as she holstered the Punisher EMT. "No luck here. Didn't even get to chat with the Wireforts before goons and Policus cracked down. Blitz, give me good news."</s>	<\|message\|>Honoka Oda As far as Diva was concerned, the retreat was going just fine, until the impact of a bullet sent more horrible reverberations in the cabin of the van. And the next few instants were sheer terror, as Zer0's chest bloomed into a spray of red, and the girl fell into her lap. She was already screaming in panic, to the point that warm wetness beginning to soak her lap almost didn't register. It was her first encounter with the truly ugly side of this sort of clandestine work, and not something she was in the least mentally prepared for, so the panic was perhaps quite understandable. Any magical tricks she could otherwise maintain were quite forgotten. "Ohgod, ohgod..." It took quite a bit of effort to stop herself from freezing or choking up, but after a few deep breaths, Honoka had managed to at least get herself under some semblance of control. "We've got someone hurt back here." She tentatively tried to at least roll Zer0 over, before looking near-helplessly at Advent. "You're a doctor, right?" She'd probably be game to try and help, but it was all she could do not to start shaking or worse. Certainly, she was in no condition to report in beyond to announce someone was hurt. And probably start panicking again soon after, spouting too much information about getting covered in someone else's blood.</s>
<\|description\|>Saeril Hermiaen BASIC Goes By: Maleficent (alter-ego); Delva (by godsons) Age: 5,739 Gender: Female Race: Half-Sindarin, Half-Silvan Elf APPEARANCE Portrayed By: Angelina Jolie Hair Color: Dark, Ashy-Brown Eye Color: Luminous Yellow-Green Skin Tone: Creamy-Pale Height: 5' 7" Weight: 119 lbs Body Build: Slim (Two Of These) Wing-Cloak Battle Outfit PERSONALITY Overall Personality Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Happiness, Animals, Flying, Her Godsons Dislikes: Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Her Inner Darkness, Orcs, Sorrow Strengths: Fighting, Beauty, Inspiration, Knowledge Weaknesses: Mentions of Her Past, Loneliness, Anger Fears: Losing Her Family, Her Past, Sauron Elegant \| Unpredictablly-Capable \| Headstrong \| Mysterious \| Influential Everyone believed that Saeril was born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. Rather than a woman who is evil, Saeril was instead a benevolent young woman of purity; she valued the peaceful nature on Middle-Earth, and she had a fierce passion to support various realms and their inhabitants. A greatly-unpredictable individual, Saeril is a desired perfectionist, and a woman of her word; for even the most vulnerable of races, she focuses on finding the best intentions for them, even if it means to risk her life. From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, interpreted by the guilt of her cruel and malicious actions. Since then, she feared her other persona "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of Sauron's control over her, who wished to wreck havoc from time to time. The ultimate goal was to redeem, and dissipate this inner darkness from within. However, she never anticipated this goal to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons, Fili and Kili, whom she'd grown to care for as her own children. Despite herself being closest to the youngest, Kili, Saeril was absolutely devastated after witnessing Azog kill his older brother. Determined to keep the youngest from falling into the same fate, she became frank and strictly protective of Kili, going so far to keep him alive, and stay by his side throughout his many ventures, though she may not always agree with them. Her connection with her youngest godson became so strong, others knew better not to cross her if there's damage inflicted upon him. Saeril will not hesitate on giving others her blunt opinion, and she would often guide them when they are upset, or in need of advice. Proud and proper she is, she will never bow to anyone she disagreed with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by revealing the truth of the quest, and by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions. BACKGROUND Date of Birth: YT 1578 Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest, located north of Rohan Social Ranking: Royalty (formerly) Family: - Kili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf) - Fili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf) - Dis Durin (Comadre; alive) (Dwarf) - Vili Durin (Compadre; deceased) (Dwarf) - Hermia (Mother; deceased) (Sindarin Elf) - Lysander (Father; deceased) (Silvan Elf) - Ulla (Aunt; deceased) (Sindarin Elf) - Kinloch (Uncle; deceased) (Sindarin Elf) Other Relations: - Gandalf the Grey (Mentor; alive) (Maiar) - Thorin II Oakenshield (Friend; alive) (Dwarf) - Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; alive) (Man) - Azog the Defiler (Enemy; alive) (Orc) - Bolg (Enemy; alive) (Orc)</s> <\|message\|>Ghent Thorin scoffed lowly, disgusted by the request. "I will not treat with any man while an armed host lies before my door," he spat, having no intentions whatsoever to fulfill the pledge he'd made. "Your threats do not sway me," he grew more riled each moment, the sickness had nearly succeeded in claiming his mind once and for all. "When did the men of Laketown come to our aid, but for the promise of rich reward?!" Kili remained in his place, watching the exchange with sorrowful eyes. This wasn't right -- he felt that in his heart, but he was reluctant to voice his thoughts on the matter. If he spoke out of turn again, he feared being banished along with Saeril and Fili. Thorin hadn't threatened Fili, but Kili knew he would accompany them. Fili was remarkably loyal. Still. Fili belonged here, they all did. Kili hated feeling this way; he felt cowardly. Bard and his children had been good enough to take them in. He'd supplied them with weapons and shelter. This was no way to repay such a debt. Thorin and Bard continued to argue back and forth, voices raising at every syllable. "A bargain? What choice did we have but to barter our birthright for blankets and food? To ransom our future in exchange for our freedom? You call that a fair trade?" Thorin never broke eye contact. "Tell me, Bard the Dragonslayer...why should I honor such terms?"</s> <\|message\|>Saeril Hermiaen "That armed host will attack this mountain if we don't come to terms!", the bowman countered for his side of the arguement, a little baffled towards the dwarf king's refusal. "What of your conscience? Does it not tell you that our cause is just?", Bard asked him, reminding him that he could use good judgement to see the consequences of taking this path. "My people offered you help, and in return, you brought them ruin and death!", that is where he became a little angry, getting louder with emotion in his voice. Particularly because he could have lost his own children in the firestorm. "A bargain was struck. You gave us your word, Thorin; does that mean nothing?" Fili's heart raced and tightened during this back-and-forth exchange. He took a glance to the side at his little brother, and he could see vulnerability in both his posture and troubled expressions. The blonde figured that he was thinking about Saeril, and what their uncle's tyranny would potentially bring. By his refusals and declinations, he wasn't going to show mercy. If they ever crossed him, it would most definitely bring something darker. Saeril came to his own thoughts, but they had to stick to their secret a little longer.</s> <\|message\|>Ghent While Thorin and Bard were in discussion, Bilbo approached the group, weary after a day of searching for something he already had. The Arkenstone was becoming a great burden to him, one he wished to be shed of for the sake of all involved. When Bilbo saw Fili and Kili, he was surprised to see the bruise on Kili's young face. "Kili! What's happened?" Kili glanced to him, clearly uncomfortable. "I fell." This was the first lie of many he would tell, but he was prepared to do so. Bilbo sensed something was amiss, but he knew better than to press. Just like the other dwarves, Kili was incredibly stubborn and prideful to a fault. Seeing both brothers like this saddened the hobbit -- these dwarves were so very different from the two who had arrived at his home all those months ago. Thorin, however, had changed the most of all. Bilbo watched him from afar, brows knit with concern for his friend. What's happened to you, Thorin? The question was one he kept to himself. Risking Thorin's temper meant risking death. Thorin turned his back on Bard, growing silent for a time. He eyed Bilbo and his nephews briefly before making up his mind: "Be gone, ere arrow fly!" Bilbo was aghast. Thorin's refusal would bring chaos, he was certain of it. They would never survive if Bard reported back with the king's answer! "What are you doing?! You cannot go to war." Thorin started past him, eyes unblinking. "This does not concern you." Although he was frightened, Bilbo managed to find his voice. This was getting out of hand fast. "Excuse me?! But just in case you haven't noticed, there is an army of elves out there. And not to mention several hundred angry fishermen. We-we are in fact outnumbered!" Thorin smirked lightly, having no fear whatsoever. If Bard would seek revenge, so be it. He would welcome the challenge. "Not for much longer." Bilbo felt the need to check that his ring was still in his pocket, but he managed to survive this encounter without doing so. "What does that mean?" "It means Master Baggins, you should never underestimate dwarves." Thorin turned towards the company, raising both hands in the air. "We have reclaimed Erebor - Now we defend it!"</s> <\|message\|>Saeril Hermiaen Bars was angry now -- no, frustrated, at Thorin's refusal to consciously think about what his actions had caused: the potential for war. He couldn't argue any further with him now; he just declared to continue taking the warpath. The bowman grunted before turning his horse around, and heading back to the desolated sanctuary of Dale. The ElvenKing did say they will attack at dawn before he left, so he may have been right to come in the first place. There was no turning back from a fight that has already been started... Fili turned his glance to look down at the ground, once he heard Bilbo ask about Kili's thankfully-fading bruise. He wouldn't want to lie either, but he never felt so conflicted with his little brother being the reason not to trust Thorin. Kili did tell him that Saeril wouldn't be pleased if she found out, and that is where he was troubled the most. Thorin has declared war; whether they like it or not, they were vulnerable and at his corrupted mercy. Nearby, behind the company, the she-elf was listening, as she leaned against one of the stone structures. By what she just heard, Thorin was getting worse, both mentally and spiritually. She would talk some sense into the king, but that would put her godsons at risk, while in this condition. Silently, she head her way back to the bedroom, where Kili would have last seen her; getting her mental state ready for what was to come.</s> <\|message\|>Ghent War. The words hit Kili like a wall of bricks. This wasn't at all how he envisioned Erebor -- he'd often fantasized aiding his uncle and brother defend their kingdom from Smaug and enemy orcs. Not the people of Laketown. This could easily be avoided, if only Thorin would stay true to his word...but he wouldn't. He wouldn't listen to reason, nor would he give anyone a word in edgewise. Kin or not. Troubled, Kili said nothing, and then his gaze rested upon their godmother from across the room. She had just turned to leave, as had Thorin, Bilbo, and a few other dwarves. Bilbo was doing his best to speak sense into the king, but Kili knew better. Bilbo would not get very far. "I'm going to check on Delva, Fili." Kili looked to his brother, concerned for his well being. "Get some rest, alright? You've been on your feet all day...you must be exhausted." The youngest gave his shoulder a brief squeeze, and he promised not to confront Thorin again, if only to put Fili's mind at ease. This was by no means a lie -- Kili didn't have a desire to face Thorin. Not right now. He needed to seek Saeril's advice. Kili made his way back towards the room, and he spotted Saeril up ahead. Quickening his pace, he fell into step alongside of her, peering up at her through his dark bangs. "You heard, didn't you?" Kili knew that she had; he could tell by the way she carried herself.</s>	<\|message\|>Saeril Hermiaen With her elf ears, the she-elf heard it all. War. She knew that this would come, sooner or later. Thorin was under the spell of Dragon Sickness, and in most cases, the bearers of excessive amounts of gold may not see reality ever again; just like his grandfather. In this case, the dwarven King won't see reason, and she can already conclude that Kili's earlier task to attempt into reasoning with him, was unsuccessful. Thorin was getting worse by the minute; exactly what she feared... Fili looked at his little brother with tiredness in his eyes, being apparent in expressing exhaustion from the endless search for the Arkenstone, and from stacking the crumbled rocks of stone to barricade the gate they were currently standing on. This was how far Thorin's corrupted wrath can go: endless labor. If the king wasn't this blind to the wellbeing of his kin, he would know the amount of abuse he was giving them. His own nephews, especially. Bags were underneath the blonde's eyes; his attempt to do the work for his brother apparently drained him, but he put up a good fight to stay on his feet. Like he always did when they were children. Figuring that he did put up a good one, a good rest was in order. Fili nodded to his suggestion, nonetheless, internally relieved that Kili won't do anything stupid while he rests. Saeril was already walking down a stony corridor, until she heard the quickening footsteps of the youngest. Her cloak dragged behind her as she walked, and the dim lighting made her luminous eyes glow slightly. He was right to follow; this was an event that might end badly, and he was right to be in her good graces a day before it happened. The she-elf heard him ask of what she just overheard, and she responded with an exhale through her nose. "I did", she responded with a troubled voice, before making a turn around a corner; him continuing to follow, no doubt. Before them, was the armory. While standing before it, she took a glance at him, standing next to her. "If tommorrow is to be our last stand, I can guess that you'll always follow me? Even into battle?", she asked him, wanting to know if he's willing to follow her down a path that may result in death.</s>
<\|description\|>Maxine Nickname: 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!' Age: 20 Gender: female Power: walking through walls, dissolve and appear out of a sudden, deafening scream, creating illusions Species: Ghost Crush: - Relationship: - Appearance: Personality: Actually, Maxine is a very cheerful and friendly person. She has some issiues with her past and get's melancholic sometimes, but for the rest of the day, she enjoys 'life' at the fullest. Bio/history: TBR Likes: the beach, sunshine, dark humor, cemetries Dislikes: Horror movies, olives, arrogant people, talking about her life before death Other: Maxine has a solid form, so everybody can see her, touch her and talk to her. She is not really a registered citizen and has no home, but she spends most of her time at the cemetry or at the beach. Eventhough she is dead, Maxine has the same problems as humans like getting hungry, the need to sleep and feeling cold, which makes her life sometimes more troublesome.</s> <\|message\|>Drake To reduce impact damage I would grasp onto the cloaked figure with both arms, legs, and tail, preventing him from taking too much damage as my back would hit the earth and skid across the sand.once I started to get up I would force the stranger back against the sand with my claw at his throat. Held back rage burning within my eye as I panted from fatigue and exhaustion, blood still leaking from my wound dripping all over the man's clothes</s> <\|message\|>Ayaka @KaijuBaragon@Letmehaveone2@Overlord24 Ayaka had no idea where Drake had come from, but he seemed to be using her wind to his advantage. Apparently this crazy toy guy had a lot more enemies where she and Arin came from. He gave one last threat before letting go. "Whatever..." Ayaka said letting her tornado die down. "What a weirdo.."</s> <\|message\|>Damien Damien was grasped by Drake and they hit the ground together. In an instant he felt Drake's claws against his throat. "Are you going to kill me? Will that make you feel better. What are you, some kind of vigilante? If you kill me, you'll be just as bad as me. If not worse. You'll be the cruel demon who killed an insane man. Arrest me? I could escape any prison.". Damien choked out an insane laugh.</s> <\|message\|>Drake There was obvious pent up anger being, or at least, attempted to restrain with my conscience, the resulting cobfliction made me laugh with madness. "so much would be solved by just killing you. I dont consider myself a vigilante, do not test my mercy stranger." My grip tightened on him. I refused to kill him, to let my primeval nature take over, but what else could be done to stop his madness, like he said he can easily escape any attempt of imprisonment, atleast the methods I could think of</s> <\|message\|>Graeme Arbosa Graeme feels the sand get into his boots. He smiles wryly - no matter how tightly he ties his laces it always finds its way in there. He almost likes the feeling. A short distance away, a spectacle unfolds before Graeme. A small group of people are surrounded by what seems to be a dying sandstorm, and a large, crimson figure pins a man down mercilessly. Without much time to process the situation, a small spark of anger was ignited in Graeme - he'd seen a scene like this before. He would not run this time. Graeme exhaled and took a wide legged stance. Sand was kicked up with the suddenness of his movements. He felt a familiar tug in his chest - the draw of magic. He pulled back his cloak and hood, revealing lightweight, ornate armour that glinted silver in the sun. White mist swirled from his bracers. The ground rumbled as he was about to unleash his power.</s> <\|message\|>Damien "What would be solved by killing me, exactly? You have a desire that you have deep down, to be like what I am. A monster. A maniac. Maybe you already are. Maybe we all are. Maybe I'm no more insane than you, or any random person on the street. Why would you have mercy? The gunshot with the dead shopkeeper? That was me. I shot him. He felt no pain. But you will. By holding in the rage, the monster deep inside, you will have pain. Unimaginable pain." Damien stared with his red eyes into Drake's soul. Damien noticed a man in the distance, rumbling. "Perhaps this is the end for both of us, my friend." @Jhett314</s> <\|message\|>Arin Kurokawa Viktor had left the diner by now and was once again walking around. So, far the city seemed fine, but he was sure it wouldn't be long before there would be a life to save or a crime to stop. For now, he just kept walking. Kendra had been in her cave in the forest for quite awhile now and was getting restless and hungry. She walked out to where she buried her rabbit earlier and dug it up with her paws. She grabbed the rabbit before walking to a spot under a tree. She set the rabbit down and stood there as she began to eat it. It took a bit, but Arin finally calmed himself. "Maybe we should try hanging somewhere where it can just be you and me." He told his girlfriend, thinking that the only way they could ever get alone time would be a place where nobody else would go. However, it was only a suggestion.</s> <\|message\|>Graeme Arbosa The full force of Graeme's power exploded beneath the beach. Like clockwork, three giant metal hands crashed onto the beach, creating several small eruptions of sand. Focussing his will, the hands were directed to move towards the entangled two, extending from where they emerged. Light glinted on their palms as the crashed down into the ground swiftly, sending rocks flying and waves smashing back into the ocean.</s> <\|message\|>Drake the soul he looked at wasn't so much a soul as it were a solution of two souls trying to remain mixed. I'd glare at the hooded stranger before looking to what he was referring to, the man charging at us had a distinct magic about him, such power and unexpected company had my eyes widen in suprise @jhett314</s> <\|message\|>Drake @Jhett314 id leap off of the hooded man and covered my face with my arms from the blowing sand, an accomplice of the mad man perhaps? I glared at him with my torch like eyes. "I dont suppose your here to take care of the murderer." I asked, still trying to suppress my rage as my tail coiled behind me</s> <\|message\|>Graeme Arbosa Graeme let the Hands raise slowly. They were poised around the man on the ground and creature in the sea. Through very weak perception, he could feel the heat emanating from the creature through the Hands. It was powerful, and angry. Still standing back, the Hands started swaying slowly as they readied an attack. "Get up" Graeme called out to the figures. While he tried to sound intimidating, the mask made his voice difficult to distinguish above the waves. "Now."</s> <\|message\|>Damien @dragonmancer Damien laughed as Drake quickly leapt to the sea. He stopped laughing when he saw the metal hand, poised above his head. He stood. It was time to put on his sane act again. "Help me! This man attacked me for no reason. I think we wanted to mug me!"</s> <\|message\|>Drake I glared at the hooded stranger and his lies, tempted to consume him in fire. "He is a murderer and ill in mentality."</s> <\|message\|>Damien @Jhett314 "Look at him! He's a demon! He probably wants to burn this whole city to the ground." Damien said, countering what Drake had just said. He looked over at the masked man with a pleading look. "Please, kill him, we don't know what he might do if we don't!"</s> <\|message\|>Graeme Arbosa Graeme eyed the man. He looked scared. A few more Hands emerged from the ground underneath the victim to cover him in a protective grasp. Graeme himself advanced, heading toward the water and summoning more Hands to restrain the beast if needed. It's crimson scales were iridescent. The façade of beauty always seemed to surround these creatures. "You there. Creature in the sea." Graeme stopped at the water's edge, feeling the force of the waves lap against his toes. "Explain yourself."</s> <\|message\|>Drake I looked down at the hands before returning my stern, fire-like emerald eyes to the new stranger. "That guy has some power over toys and he's been using that to go around attacking innocents." I exclaimed as calmy as I could. The water would seem to boil and steam around my legs like a cauldron over fire.</s> <\|message\|>Graeme Arbosa Graeme glanced from the draconic being to the man. And back again. He did not trust the creature, but the glint of its eyes didn't seem to be deceitful. He let the hands recede. "Step forth from the ocean." He turned to the man, still surrounded in Hands. "What's your name, fellow?"</s> <\|message\|>Damien @Jhett314 Damien chuckled quietly under the protection of the metal hands. He had done it. He had tricked the masked man into doing his bidding. Once Drake was dead, Damien would sneak out and run. He would find some more people to terrorise. Maybe he would slit the throat of the tornado girl. He heard the masked man ask what his name was. "My name is Damien" he said, trying to sound scared.</s> <\|message\|>Maxine Maxine strayed through the streets like a cat. She didn't really have a plan what to do but climbing over fences, hopscotching across the roofs or just going with the flow of the masses on the streets made the hours pass by. Without any obligations days feeled like minutes and years like hours, doing the same things on and on. Taking a walk, watching people or teasing someone. But it didn't bother her. Instead, it felt like a very long vacation and wasting time was a thing she got used to. A long time ago, Maxine had realised that this city is full of extraordinary people. She had talked to many of them, wondered how some would hide their identitiy, because in her life, she had never realised that nearly every second person in this city is some kind of abnormal. And since she came to realization, observing people was her favourite occupation besides wasting time. As she thought about it, an odd looking person catched her eyes. He had a mask on his face, which she thought was very beautiful. Her first thought was, that he was a street artist - maybe a frustrated one, because he wasn't really doing anything that someone would call a performance and she could imagine that staying on the streets for hours to get some change was really frustrating. - She watched him going down the streets and her second thought was, that he called it a day already and was going home now. 'It is the time of the day....nothing special', she thought next and then decided to follow him. On the way she changed to her nonsolid form, creating an illusion of a cat, while her real body was floating like billows of smoke right behind his back. She followed him to the beach, and was surprised by the turmoil. He ran away and Maxine couldn't act that fast to stay behind him. After a few seconds, the illusion changed to a bird to find herself a place in the crown of a tree.</s> <\|message\|>Drake I'd walk out of the water, a trail of sizzling, boiling water and dead sea creatures behind me as I reached sure, the heat radiating off of me would settle as I would douse my rage. I would be silent as I watched the two strangers now speak</s> <\|message\|>Drake amidst the scene I witnessed a bird morphing to a cat. And now that I was no longer needed here, I decided to investigate. "Pardon me for a moment, strangers." I said before taking off, flying towards the tree the bird had sheltered at. I looked up at the branches above trying to locate the oddity. "Oi, show yourself." I spoke smoothly as possible with the rough voice I had. My wings now folding behind me.</s> <\|message\|>Maxine The branches were moving and bending as he landed but the bird didn't move as it was glue to branch it was sitting. The bird didn't look alive, more like a stuffed animal and as the man called her to show herself, the illusion dissapeared. "Not one of my best", she said as real form appeared. Black smoke swirled between the leafs and fell to the ground.</s> <\|message\|>Graeme Arbosa Graeme glanced back to the ocean and saw the half-dragon unfurl his wings. He was trying to escape! "Halt!" He yelled, but not before the creature had already become half its original size in the cloudless sky. Graeme felt another flicker of anger, mixed with exasperation. He decided to follow the creature and leave the man at the beach. "Stay if you wish. I'll be back soon." The Hands retreated back into the ground swiftly, leaving the young man exposed, and he set off in pursuit of the dragon.</s> <\|message\|>Maxine "I didn't want to interrupt you. I'm just watching, that's all.", she said then and watched into his ruby eyes. Hers were shining white like two little nigth lights as she studied his face.</s> <\|message\|>Drake I stared back at the strange apparition before me, seeing into her eyes I felt the presence of something otherworldly. "Watching, huh?" I blinked, unsure of what to make of this entity, my expression, aside from curiosity and awe, was neutral. I could make out her feminine design out of this smoke like substance the figure was made out of, I tilted my head puzzled.</s> <\|message\|>Damien @dragonmancer Damien watched with a smile on his face as the masked man ran off. This was the perfect time to make a speedy escape to his abandoned beach house. There, he had resources in case he was followed. He gave a small chuckle before sprinting off away from the people, and ran into a thicket of palm trees and out the other side.</s>	<\|message\|>Maxine "Yes, I'm curious because you're fighting.", she responded in a quite reserved way and imitated his expression. His eyes were remarkable, a contrast to the rest of his body. Maxine wondered, why she never met him before. She would notice him immediatley with his appearance, but this feeled like the first time, she met a dragon. Again, this city was to big to remember every person she had seen before. "Why did you stop? Your enemy will run away if you stay here and talk to me." As her sight wandered past the dragon, she noticed another person, the man with the mask. She saw him running into their direction and smiled. "You should be fighting with him", she said as she pointed at Greame.</s>
<\|description\|>Carthus Ascari Age: 89 Race: Narix The Narix are carnivorous mammals resembling bald felines, standing about 190 cm on average. They have three fingers plus an opposable thumb and three toes, both with short claws. Their skin color ranges from fallow to russet. Narix body is built for short-term fast movement. Their muscle tissue is dense, providing not only protection, but also superb strength, but their stamina is rather low. A much bigger problem than their inability to keep up intensive physical activity for a long time is their oversensitivity to pain, to the point of Narix usually passing out from pain in case of injury. Their sight and hearing are their primary senses, in contrast with their pathetic sense of smell. Average life expectancy is around 180 years. Appearance: Carthus is a red-eyed, fair-skinned man. He is quite short for a Narix, being merely 163 cm tall. His most distinct feature is his prosthetic limb, going as far as his collar bone. Faction: Marauder Role in Team: Soldier, Pilot Bio: Following basic school, Carthus spent eight years studying engineering, specializing in sublight propulsion, although over the years, he expanded his expertise to weapon systems, some sensor and communications systems of various races. Failing the entry exams to the last-level school, he started his five-year compulsory military service with the Narix Starfleet. The fleet allowed him to continue his education, so he decided to stay, serving in an interceptor squadron. After almost 60 years of service, while serving as squadron leader aboard the NCa Insaniam, he was present in the hangar when an accident caused fire and subsequent 75mm ammunition belt detonation. The explosion claimed his left arm and sent him into a rehabilitation center for two months before he received a prosthetic arm. Although the replacement allowed him normal operation, Narix military forbids anyone with replacement limbs service in combat roles and Carthus was given a position at the Maxtis Interception Academy as a lecturer. After five years at the academy, he left the military and sought to join the Marauders, as it would allow him to go back into a combat role. Personality: Before the accident, Carthus was a cheerful, optimistic individual and a loyal pilot who loved his job. After the accident, not only did he lose his arm and the job he loved, but also his optimism. Carthus became a pessimist, living in the here and now, not bothered by what may come, because he might not be there when it does. Although far from the joker he used to be, he is by no means humorless and still remains personally loyal to people he gets to know well enough. Although generally calm, he tends to get annoyed or lash out at disrespectful or religious people due to the antitheist ways of the Republic, much like other Narix. Weapons and equipment: The NR-13 is a civilian version of the NR-11. Although inferior to its military counterpart in every regard, it is still used by law enforcement due to its simplicity. Caliber: 10x30mm Magazine capacity: 15 Weight: 4 kg Muzzle velocity: 1200 m/s Military-grade armor Carthus requisitioned shortly before he quit the force and smuggled out in smaller pieces. Although he didn't get the exosuit that normally comes with it, it is still a fully sealed combat suit. He also had his modified with flight assistance software, turning it into a flight suit for his fighter. Fighter: The Marauder is a lightly armored fighter, capable of atmospheric flight, intended for interception and long-range patrols. The internal cockpit, which also doubles as a punchout capsule, can sustain the pilot for 48 hours. This can be refilled in-flight if a suitable atmosphere is present. Although the Narix don't allow individuals ownership of ships capable of spaceflight, crime and black market are ever present, and the only way for a Narix to gain such a ship, even military fighters. Primary hardpoints: 4 (pivot 50°/-10° vertical, 80° outward, 35° inward) Missile capacity: 20 (two internal missile banks, 10 each) Crew: 1 (pilot) Length: 19 m</s> <\|message\|>Luirae Driani Varieties of different lush planet life from all over the galaxy covered almost every inch of available space in this singular room, the room resembling more of a greenhouse than a place a person would sleep in and let alone live in. The floor had small walk ways, each one leading to the only clear spots that the plants had yet to invaded in the small bedroom space but that was the way the owner preferred it since it reminded her a bit of home. It wasn't to say that she collected them for her own pleasure though since almost every plant within the confines of the area had a medical purpose but she wouldn't deny the scent of the flowers were relaxing and the feel of the foliage gave the utmost comfort. Unfortunately, even the plants held no effect on Luirae Driani this day as her thoughts were a million miles away and she was still on edge from the earlier meeting. At this very moment, the multicolored woman was arched over her desk and listening to the recorder that sat on the neat little desk as her free hand quickly scribbled down notes while the other kept rewinding the data tape to listen once more to ensure nothing was missed.There was no doubt that they would be met with a slaughter but what had it been....Animal.....indigenous species or is it a factor that even the Committee is cautious about? Why else would they send someone to brief us instead of using the Holo-Cast as per usual? Those were only some of the thoughts swirling around in her mind and no matter how many times she replayed the tape or made notes of anything that seemed unusual, it wasn't helpful. A soft sigh left her lips as she plopped back into her chair, tilting her head up to the herbage ceiling and wishing she were closer to figuring out the answers to the questions plaguing her. It was a positive thing that she had thrown her long hair up in what the humans call a "ponytail" (such strange names humans had for things) earlier for Rae would surely be racking her fingers through it once more which is why she had pulled it up in the first place. Orange-ish irises slowly looked away from the roof, her focus going back to the desk as she reached for the porcelain tea cup, taking a long slow sip of the warm liquid as she let her mind slow down a bit and focus not on what happened but what she would need to do if their were survivors. Rae changed gears, placing her cup down before standing up to head to the infirmity when the ship did a violent jerk causing her to stumble forward. She braced herself, the crystals on her body hardening to take the impact as she flung across the floor and smashing into the wall. Pots lay shattered across the ground, plants overturned and in chaos after the disruption from FTLT. Luirae groaned, pushing herself up and looking over the damage of the room before looking at what had befallen of her own body. A few clay shards had imbedded into her skin, but lucky not deep and she was covered in dirt. The minor cuts littered on her body were already healing as she started to yank out the pieces, staining the once white tank top green and leaving holes in their wake. She pushed herself up, not wasting anytime fussing over cuts that would be gone soon and she grabbed her gun belt, slinging it around her waist with a snap. Bare feet padded against the metal floor as Rae rushed to the bridge the Captain's voice ringing through the speakers. "Crew of the Monroe to your positions! We got a pirate raid, four ships one injured. Make yourselves useful, and get to work! Anyone with a fighter get to it. We need to analyze their ships, find their weak spots, someone get on that! She finally reached the lift, slamming the button only to find it in use and quickly moving on to run up the stairs.</s> <\|message\|>Geu'rach Koh Ve'tame (Gee-you'rack Koh Vee'tah-may) The Captain's initial question was odd at first. Gue'rach could have reactively gone into specifics regarding his suit's capabilities but knew better in the end that this was not the time to detail such irrelevant facts and foresaw an intent behind the query. The follow-up question confirmed his suspicion as the Captain sought his opinion and likely his interest about putting a few holes into the attacking ships, provided the firing solutions would be offered from his crew mates. His suit had minutes previously detected aggressive changes within the Monroe's orientation despite him hardly feeling the effects. He concluded that the ship was taking evasive action in an attempt to escape the pirates efforts in boarding the vessel. Shame. Gue'rach would have liked to have greeted the pirates in person but it was evident that the Captain was not going to give the raiders any advantage over his vessel and would rather fight head-on if necessary. It was the not the fight he had anticipated on, however the notion thrilled the Auval'kotor warrior nevertheless and made him all the more eager to join the fray. "I would enjoy the challenge," Gue'rach brassly replied. Gue'rach immediately stowed his weapon to his suit's magnetic seal, seeing as how his Thomu Felma, however dangerous it was to any bipedal organism, would do very little against the hulls of raiding ships, even in their decaying states. With his crewmates probably nearing their analysis of the pirate vessels, he took no relaxation of the situation and hurried over to the hanger's armory, each heavy his footfalls resonating across deck. Pulling back the armory doors revealed a decent collection of ordinance pieces, ranging from hand-operated cannons to spare ship-weaponry and secondaries. He made his choice upon dialing-in the unlock code and authorization for one of the secured weapons, prompting several mechanical arms to unfold and extracted a deployable autocannon from the store's confines. Assisted by his suit's limb enhancers, Gue'rach grabbed and hoisted the heavy piece over his shoulders and began jogging toward the hanger doors. Upon arriving, he eased the heavy weapon off and rested between his right arm while interacting with the hanger door controls. The facility alarms soon blared with warning beacons beginning to rotating in their respective corners of the hanger, warning any unprepared personnel that the premise was about to be depraved of oxygen in preparation of the hanger doors and their bulkhead seals to unlock and retract for vacuum exposure. Luckily for him, he was the only one present. After the warning had passed, Gue'rach could see his HUD's environmental survey advising him of the declining oxygen levels within the hanger though the report ultimately didn't mean much to him since his suit had already secured a breathable atmosphere for him. Once the hanger finally became airless and all essential hardware such as the fighters were locked to the floor securely did the last airlocks slide in to the hull along with the doors. Gue'rach's suit, reacting to the encompassing changes of the environment quickly magnetized to the floor's surface just as he began to feel weightlessness of gravity trying to take over him. He grabbed the autocannon again and slowly made his way out the hanger door and on to an extended plank where he then positioned himself and armed the now featherweighted weapon over his arms. Eventually, the machine known as Nexus soon contacted him with the targeting solution data the Captain had promised earlier. Targeting information quickly filled his HUD, highlighting his quarry designated as Alpha with constantly shifting projectile paths as the Monroe continued down her slippery maneuvers. His suit already began assisting him as he took careful aim at his first target and allowed his crosshairs to sync up with the first solution. As Nexus pointed out, it was clear the pirate vessel in his sights was in bad shape with noticeable structural wear and missing external components. Still space worthy overall but certainly not ideal for combat, especially for what it was about to endure. "Very well," Gue'rach responed with a hint of insistent glee, "they'll rue they day they've chosen their prey so poorly!" Having been granted the order to engage, Geu'rach wasted no time and squeezed the firing mechanism of autocannon. Despite the effects of the vacuum of space suppressing all sound, Gue'rach could still register the muffled localized discharge of the weapon firing. A second passed by and the round went right on target, penetrating the hull of the pirate ship's low bow and instantaneously detonating. The ensuing explosion tore a noticeable hole in to the vessel as fragments of the weakened hull became spaceborne thanks the ensuring decompression. Gue'rach roared in triumph as he set loose another shot, this one driving in to the starboard section and blasting out a large gash into the ship. The savage result exposed two decks to the void and threw anything that wasn't properly sealed in out in to space. The exact amount of damage or casualties he was inflicting was unbeknownst to him from his distant position, whoever he remained focused on each solution and continued his assault upon the injured raider, progressively dismantling the Monroe's foe with each successful impact.</s>	<\|message\|>Carthus Ascari "Drop down, how do you 'drop' something in microgravity?" He thought as he tried to keep making unpredictable changes to direction and speed to avoid the pirate's uncertain fire. Narix commanders would issue these orders by stating the desired speed, heading and inclination relative to the ship's current attitude, but if this was the new commander's way, he'd have to adapt. Was this standard for Humans? And if it was, how did the Human military survive for so long? He hoped his new captain did not think in two dimensions. Perhaps Human soldiers let artificial intelligence think for them? Carthus had to hope he understood what was asked of him. He'll find out later. That, or they get killed if the maneuver fails or he does something the commander didn't want. Barring the last five years, this seemed like business as usual. Their assailants were careful, understandably, as they needed their ship intact by their own admission. The only destructively violent action would likely be taken against the crew itself. How he wished he had his rifle with him, but on the other hand it served as motivation to not let the space scum board at all. At the captain's word, events were set in motion. The Monroe's weapons sprung to life, focusing mostly on the damaged vessel, designated 'Alpha' by the machine that has taken up residence in the cargo hold. A stream of tracers tore into the Alpha, sending a shower of equipment and hull fragments loose like a wide-spread buckshot. Better to avoid those. A few more bursts such as that one would no doubt seal the ship's fate. In spite of the situation, an amused grin appeared on Carthus' face. Just as Raymond gave the word, Carthus turned the ship ninety degrees down and fired the main thrusters, slowly 'pulling up' again in a tightening arc that would land the Monroe on a path towards the Alpha. Then he would just have to make sure he didn't accidentally send the Monroe on a collision course with the pirate vessel, make corrections in case some of the hostile ships tried to block them again like the last two times and evade incoming fire, if at all possible. Hopefully the gunners would have a good enough shot at their intended targets. The more damage they could inflict upon the pirates now, the less effort it would take for someone sent to finish the job, but getting away was a priority. Maybe after getting that distress call sorted, the Monroe would be sent to intercept this band, this time on their terms. A little payback, the crew would certainly be motivated. Every few seconds, his gaze wandered to a row of indicator lights running along the top edge of his instrument panel, especially those that would alert him to engine damage, fires in crew compartments or drops in air pressure. He dreaded the moment they would light up.</s>
<\|description\|>Lizard Fighter Age: 19 Race: Lizardman Gender: Male Appearance: Lizard Fighter seems like your typical lizardfolk, huge, muscular, and intimidating. Except instead of browns and greens he's ruby red with a cream colored 'underbelly'. He stands at seven feet tall and has the build of a long time laborer, muscles rippling under that naturally tough hide. Some scars do litter his body, focused mostly in the arms and shins, except an obvious quadruple line running diagonally across his face. Barely missing his eyes. His garb is strange for a lizard man of the deep swamps. Fingerless gauntlets that retained the fur underneath and floofed out at the elbows. A thick hide vest with a fishnet shirt underneath with the same fluffy visibles like his hand protection. Strangely made pants of leather and canvas that left open pockets at his upper thighs, probably due to his tail. Digigrade leather wrappings that had connecting iron kneepads. To hold his ensemble up is a coarse leather belt with a pair of leather bags, one at the hip the other at the small of his back for his stuff. Height: 7'7" Eye Color: Emerald Green Hair Color: None Personality: Unlike what Lizard Fighter's gung-ho body looks like, his personality is very laid back. Preferring to lounge and watch others instead of actually doing extra activities with others. Maybe it was because of his reptilian nature, watching and being a lethargic behemoth. Although when he does interact, it's in almost a deadpan manner and incredibly blunt. The reptilian man never sugar-coated what he was saying or thinking. This lack of tact didn't earn him many friends back home. Despite his supposed laziness, he does get riled up. It's also very easy to do so, a lazy giant with a short fuse isn't very good. This probably ties into his animalistic tendencies, at the hint of aggression or provocation he returns it in force and forcing others to restrain him from going ballistic. Likes: Warm and Humid Climates, Exotic Foods, Wrestling and Tests of Strength. Dislikes: Cold Climates, Physical Weakness, Being Provoked. Hobbies: Trying New Foods, Basking in the Sun, Making Atlas Stones. History: Lizard Fighter had the typical upbringing of a lizardman. He was raised in the swamps to the South, learning to care for what the village had as soon as he could walk and speak. He quickly developed a deep seated need to take care of everything he earned considering certain things were harder to come by in a swamp than on dry land. Like quality metal, iron bacteria was plentiful but produced little of that hard metal. Although his people never wanted for food since they knew what to look for. Unfortunately Lizard Fighter wasn't adept at tracking, or hunting, or gathering non-poisonous substances for the younger tribe members. Eating so much poison gave him a big boost in his resistance to it, it tended to taste good dammit... He did excel at combat though, each member of the tribe when they reached eight started to learn basic weapon usage. It was here that he took up the lead, wrestling other youths into submission or disarming and knocking them to the ground. His people practiced with clubs, wooden spears, and claws. No metal until they were older so they didn't kill each other by accident. Of course accidents happen. L.F's rival raked his claws across his twelve year old face, leaving deep cuts that developed into the scars he adorned today. Training and real combat were different however, so he had been sent out years later to experience the world gain the experience needed. It was at this point L.F received an old knife and a buckler from his chief before being sent on his way. His people weren't blind to the world though and he had heard about Adventurer's. How often they fought and how far they explored. What better profession could there be for the 'savage of the swamp'. He followed rumors and directions to Palisade town, a place of beginnings for Adventurers or so they said. Adventuring Rank: Porcelain Equipment: * Studded Club: A hefty piece of wood with a simple leather binding at the tapered 'grip'. In the bulky head of the club are iron rivets to help concentrate the bludgeoning force into smaller areas for higher damage. Or so the shopkeeper said... * : A surprisingly huge blade, more like a small beefy sword than a knife, that protects the knuckles of the user with a sharpened guard. It has several cracks along the blade denoting its heavy usage along with a slightly rounded tip. * Buckler: The smallest of all of the shields, this is strapped to his forearm to leave his hands free. It's a thin piece of iron, dinged up and slightly rusted, with the typical bubble in the middle to ease impacts. * Leather Attire: Adorning the man were basic leather clothing. Albeit thick and much more crude than what humans normally made. Essentially it was hides turned inside out so the fur was inside, except the collar and hem of the vest. * Porcelain Adventurer's Tag Skills: * Athletic: Living in a swamp has its benefits. You learn how to move through tougher terrain, build strong muscles, and learn how to climb good. Lizard Fighter can perform long leaps, swim easily, climb where others can't, and traverse muddy terrain as if it were a dirt road. Of course the deeper the muck the slower he goes despite being used to it. * Toughness: Given his reptilian nature he has a tougher physique thanks to his scaled hide. Also thanks to taking many a blow back in his home while growing up. He can shrug off minor hits and mitigates some of the damage of stronger attacks. Either by changing the angle of how they hit or flexing to lessen the impact. * Poison Resistance: Due to living in a swamp the majority of his life he has become highly resistant to poisonous substances. Prolonged exposure will still affect him but it takes longer than the average human.</s> <\|message\|>Steppe Archer Seeing as how the Druid Girl was now mostly naked save for her underwear, the nomad girl would take it upon herself to hurriedly dig through her pack and toss her tribal dress at her. If they were going to go talk to that farmer, they should do it fully dressed. Of course, now it would have made more sense to give the dress to the naked girl...but...didn't want to overstep and undo Druid Girl's gesture. A smile was on her lips as Big Red carried the girl, and had the decency to offer a final rite for the deceased. It eased her mind a bit that they would at least have a funeral of some kind, even if it was an impromptu cremation far away from their homes. With torch in hand, the archer would carefully step through the cave's chambers as they ascended. Once the cool scent of the night's air broke the dank musk of the cavern, the archer would let out a sigh of relief. They'd still have to go get the two other adventurer corpses, but from here it looked like they were home free. "I can keep watch until we can move away from here. If you need to, by the way, you can cut some of my dress off for bandages. She needs it a lot more than I do," the archer said, not seeming to at all mind the idea of an important piece of her cultural identity getting scrapped for bandages. She just hoped that she could do good here...in reality, all she had managed to do was kill Goblins. She was of the mind right now that she was the weakest link amongst them; She didn't have the magical powers of the druid which, while only usable thrice had saved the Lizard Fighter's life, and the Lizard Fighter was possessed of a naturally resolute soul, capable of weathering pain and injury as if it was rain cascading off his scales. All she had was her bow. She was almost certain that if the two had gone alone, they would have been fine without her if not a bit worse for wear. If she and the Druid girl were alone, they would be dead for sure. If her and the Lizard Fighter were alone, she doubted that both of them would make it back alive. Within the girl was the growing desire for strength to protect others, wrapping tightly around her heart. ...She needed to be better.</s> <\|message\|>Druid Girl The thought of going back to that man and his farm didn't exactly excite Druid Girl. She had not found the farmer partcularly pleasant nor accomodating during their trip with him, but now wasn't the time to bring up and argue petty matters like personal dislikes. Sleeping in a barn was probably safer than sleeping outdoors, close to a former goblin nest... Though one was far more susceptible to burning than the other... Suddenly however, a piece of fabric came flying through the air and landed over Druid Girl's head. A short-lived moment of panic and confusion entailed, before the girl calmed down at hearing her nomad friend's words. Realizing her allies might not be too fond of one of their own struttijng around in her underwear, the Druid took the hint and slipped the horse-smelling dress on... Well, as best she could anyway, truth be told it was a bit snug and very tight over the chest... But she decided not to mention this, as she didn't want to seem ungrateful when a kind gesure was shown. The trek back through the cave and up to the outside was uneventful and solemn. The druid wanted to have helped pull one of the dead along with them, but honestly, pulling a fully limp body was a lot harder and more weighty then one might actually imagine. Loathe as she was to admit it, it'd probably just be faster if Big Red went back inside and nabbed the remaining deceased by himself, rather than she and Steppe Archer trying to pull or carry one each. The outside was, as one could imagine, dark and foreboding. A few stars dotted the sky, but the moons hadn't quite xlimbed too high as of yet. The dead goblins were all still there, near the entrance, lying in puddles of their own blood. It seemed nobody had come to disturb things while they were down in the tunnels, which was a relief. Making a clicking noise with her tongue, the little pixie came rushing over to the druid's side, circiling over her head a few times before landing in the girl's palm. Druid Girl said something quietly and the pixie saluted, taking off at high speed towards the treeline. Following not far behind, the druid began to gather and pick up dried branches and sticks, along with a few rocks and stones. She returned soon to the area just outside the cave's mouth, and set to work building a samll campfire, using one of the daggers she had grabbed before leaving the cave to make sparks. Once the fire was lit, she lay the remaining weapons - the hatchets and two knives, down on the ground and walked over to Big Red. "Put her down over there, on the patch of dry dirt near the fire. I'll look after her while you go get the others." She said, looking over the brutalized red-haired girl in the lizard's arms. She then turned to Steppe Archer. "Hey, could you do me a favor? Can you go with the pixie and look for some Pipini Herbs? The milk from their stems and their leaves can be used to heal wounds." The carammel-skinned girl requested, not before adding a description of the flower, of course. Apparently, Pipini herb was a sort of flower that grew near large rocks or boulders, with jagged-edged saw-like leaves and two small, red flowers at the very top. They could be found in almost any forest all throughout spring and summer. It was also one of the ingredients used in low-level healing potions... Of course, Druid Girl wasn't an alchemist, so her brewing some kind of recovery elixir was out of the question, but she could at least use the plant for some first aid. "Oh, and there's no need to rip up your dress." She added before long. "Her wounds aren't bleeding bad enough and, well, I'd need a pot to boil the strips of cloth in to make them safe for wound-covering anyway." The girl explained. After all, using non-disinfected rags as bandages were just as likely to cause further issues as they were to actually doa ny good. The little pixie zipped on over and spiralled around the nomad excitedly, landing on the lion-maned girl's shoulder and waving its arms energetically, apparently ready to go whenever.</s>	<\|message\|>Lizard Fighter The trip out of the cave was uneventful thankfully. There had been enough excitement and ambushes for the night, they didn't need any more. Not that he'd be able to do much except kick, his arms and hands were a little occupied. It was strange how the quality of air changed once they were out, it smelled...cleaner and less dark. The goblin corpses remained undisturbed, so nothing had come to loot or eat. Honestly what would eat one of these smelly unclean creatures? Still the girls spoke up, Archer saying she can keep watch until they decide what to do, and Druid Girl making a small fire and telling him to set the girl down on a dry patch. Shrugging he did as he was told before eying the dislocated foot of the injured woman. "Herbs and potions aren't going to fix that..." He said quietly before pulling his club from its loop. He wrapped a strip of cloth around its handle before placing it in the catatonic girls mouth. "I can reset it, but it's going to hurt more than the actual injury." He told the pair as he shifted himself. He was kneeling, on leg over on arm. The other foot holding down her other arm, and his tail was coiled around her uninjured leg. "As much as I don't want to waste anything...when I reset it you should probably give her the healing potion in my bag..." Big Red continued. He was no medic, no shaman, nor a doctor, but he could do something as basic as resetting a joint. And that's what he did. The girls leg and foot looked positively dainty in his hands. With a fast flexing pull and twist, and a rather nasty sounding pop and crack, he had the girls joint back in place. But he rotated the girls foot, making sure it was truly in while holding down her limbs with weight and muscle. Once she calmed down, assuming she was even aware enough to register the pain, he got up and went to the cave. It was time to get the remaining bodies and all the salvageable gear the goblins had. Daggers, knives, hatchets, whatever was metal was tucked into a loop or into his belt to be worked on later. The longsword he gave a once over. It was good quality. End...bringer? What a dumb name. A dumb name for a dumb sword... He thought as he shouldered the fighters corpse after getting the longsword in his belt. As he left he hoisted up the priests body like a sack of potatoes and was swift to leave the now worthless cave. Each deceased body was laid out, the bodies right next to each other. They'd need dry wood to light the bodies up...</s>
<\|description\|>Frisk Age: Young Species: Human Gender: Person Personality: Although sometimes coming across as eeiry in their momentary silences, Frisk is a quiet child with a kind spirit and has been observed as having an almost unrivalled levels of empathy and understanding for other beings, who is also strangely gifted in befriending near to anyone despite their mostly-silent nature. you are very determined... 9͏͟͜9̸9̷͝9̢҉99̵͢9̡9̷̢̛9̛͢9̵99͠9̕͡9́͘9̨9̷͞͡9̵͞͝9̕9̡́͟9̧̡҉9̡9͟͟9̶́9̕͢͠99҉̨9͞9̧9̀͟͠9̸̕9̴̛͠9̛͘9͟͞9̢́͟9̸̸9̵̕9͞9̷҉9̴̡9̨̧͞9̴99̕9͝҉̕9͘͘͝9̴̡9̸9̀͡9͞͏9͜͏9̧̢̕9͡99̵͞99̨́͜9͜9̡9́9̛9̸9̢̛9͝9̡99̶͠9̷9̢99͘҉͟9͏̧9̵̡9͡9̕͜9̵9̸̶9̸͜9̛͜9͘͝9̶̧99̶9̡99͏̕͠9̷9̵̡9҉̸̴9̛͟͜9̵͘9̀9̛9͢9̸͘9́99̵9͘9̸́9̀̕99̶͏͠9͝9̡99̸̴̶9͏̨9́9҉9̛͘9̨9̶̧̛9͘9̵ 9͏͟͜9̸9̷͝9̢҉99̵͢9̡9̷̢̛9̛͢9̵99͠9̕͡9́͘9̨9̷͞͡9̵͞͝9̕9̡́͟9̧̡҉9̡9͟͟9̶́9̕͢͠99҉̨9͞9̧9̀͟͠9̸̕9̴̛͠9̛͘9͟͞9̢́͟9̸̸9̵̕9͞9̷҉9̴̡9̨̧͞9̴99̕9͝҉̕9͘͘͝9̴̡9̸9̀͡9͞͏9͜͏9̧̢̕9͡99̵͞99̨́͜9͜9̡9́9̛9̸9̢̛9͝9̡99̶͠9̷9̢99͘҉͟9͏̧9̵̡9͡9̕͜9̵9̸̶9̸͜9̛͜9͘͝9̶̧99̶9̡99͏̕͠9̷9̵̡9҉̸̴9̛͟͜9̵͘9̀9̛9͢9̸͘9́99̵9͘9̸́9̀̕99̶͏͠9͝9̡99̸̴̶9͏̨9́9҉9̛͘9̨9̶̧̛9͘9̵ 9͏͟͜9̸9̷͝9̢҉99̵͢9̡9̷̢̛9̛͢9̵99͠9̕͡9́͘9̨9̷͞͡9̵͞͝9̕9̡́͟9̧̡҉9̡9͟͟9̶́9̕͢͠99҉̨9͞9̧9̀͟͠9̸̕9̴̛͠9̛͘9͟͞9̢́͟9̸̸9̵̕9͞9̷҉9̴̡9̨̧͞9̴99̕9͝҉̕9͘͘͝9̴̡9̸9̀͡9͞͏9͜͏9̧̢̕9͡99̵͞99̨́͜9͜9̡9́9̛9̸9̢̛9͝9̡99̶͠9̷9̢99͘҉͟9͏̧9̵̡9͡9̕͜9̵9̸̶9̸͜9̛͜9͘͝9̶̧99̶9̡99͏̕͠9̷9̵̡9҉̸̴9̛͟͜9̵͘9̀9̛9͢9̸͘9́99̵9͘9̸́9̀̕99̶͏͠9͝9̡99̸̴̶9͏̨9́9҉9̛͘9̨9̶̧̛9͘9̵ 9͏͟͜9̸9̷͝9̢҉99̵͢9̡9̷̢̛9̛͢9̵99͠9̕͡9́͘9̨9̷͞͡9̵͞͝9̕9̡́͟9̧̡҉9̡9͟͟9̶́9̕͢͠99҉̨9͞9̧9̀͟͠9̸̕9̴̛͠9̛͘9͟͞9̢́͟9̸̸9̵̕9͞9̷҉9̴̡9̨̧͞9̴99̕9͝҉̕9͘͘͝9̴̡9̸9̀͡9͞͏9͜͏9̧̢̕9͡99̵͞99̨́͜9͜9̡9́9̛9̸9̢̛9͝9̡99̶͠9̷9̢99͘҉͟9͏̧9̵̡9͡9̕͜9̵9̸̶9̸͜9̛͜9͘͝9̶̧99̶9̡99͏̕͠9̷9̵̡9҉̸̴9̛͟͜9̵͘9̀9̛9͢9̸͘9́99̵9͘9̸́9̀̕99̶͏͠9͝9̡99̸̴̶9͏̨9́9҉9̛͘9̨9̶̧̛9͘9̵ 9͏͟͜9̸9̷͝9̢҉99̵͢9̡9̷̢̛9̛͢9̵99͠9̕͡9́͘9̨9̷͞͡9̵͞͝9̕9̡́͟9̧̡҉9̡9͟͟9̶́9̕͢͠99҉̨9͞9̧9̀͟͠9̸̕9̴̛͠9̛͘9͟͞9̢́͟9̸̸9̵̕9͞9̷҉9̴̡9̨̧͞9̴99̕9͝҉̕9͘͘͝9̴̡9̸9̀͡9͞͏9͜͏9̧̢̕9͡99̵͞99̨́͜9͜9̡9́9̛9̸9̢̛9͝9̡99̶͠9̷9̢99͘҉͟9͏̧9̵̡9͡9̕͜9̵9̸̶9̸͜9̛͜9͘͝9̶̧99̶9̡99͏̕͠9̷9̵̡9҉̸̴9̛͟͜9̵͘9̀9̛9͢9̸͘9́99̵9͘9̸́9̀̕99̶͏͠9͝9̡99̸̴̶9͏̨9́9҉9̛͘9̨9̶̧̛9͘9̵ 9͏͟͜9̸9̷͝9̢҉99̵͢9̡9̷̢̛9̛͢9̵99͠9̕͡9́͘9̨9̷͞͡9̵͞͝9̕9̡́͟9̧̡҉9̡9͟͟9̶́9̕͢͠99҉̨9͞9̧9̀͟͠9̸̕9̴̛͠9̛͘9͟͞9̢́͟9̸̸9̵̕9͞9̷҉9̴̡9̨̧͞9̴99̕9͝҉̕9͘͘͝9̴̡9̸9̀͡9͞͏9͜͏9̧̢̕9͡99̵͞99̨́͜9͜9̡9́9̛9̸9̢̛9͝9̡99̶͠9̷9̢99͘҉͟9͏̧9̵̡9͡9̕͜9̵9̸̶9̸͜9̛͜9͘͝9̶̧99̶9̡99͏̕͠9̷9̵̡9҉̸̴9̛͟͜9̵͘9̀9̛9͢9̸͘9́99̵9͘9̸́9̀̕99̶͏͠9͝9̡99̸̴̶9͏̨9́9҉9̛͘9̨9̶̧̛9͘9̵ ... aren't you? DETERMINATION "The will to keep living... The resolve to change fate. Let's call this power... "Determination."" A power assumed to be innate to the humans of Frisk's universe, it supposedly stems from the strength of their individual souls. Even among humans, Frisk's own determination is exceptional, and their drive to continue has taken them through situations which would have eradicated many - if not any - other individual. Brief and simply, determination allows Frisk to creates SAVES and LOAD from them, however it has been shown to be capable of much, much more. Analysis Frisk is highly attentive of those around them and the environment, often identifying odd things which help them towards befriending others.</s> <\|message\|>Greater Beast Zelas Metallium In response to the man cracking his knuckles, Xellos put his hands up, hoping to make sure the behemoth understood that he was friendly. Xellos wasn't in the mood to fight this man, especially given how strong he was. Maybe this guy would be his new best friend while he was trapped in this place? Probably not, but if he didn't at least try to interact with him, Lady Zelas wouldn't be pleased. " I was across this planet, but I was getting fairly bored. I sensed your overwhelming power, and decided to come and say hello~! What are you up to in this mess of a . . . what looks to be a city~? "</s> <\|message\|>Kars @Gummi Bunnies Joylne Kujo "Yeah I think it's time to vamoose" The young woman now running behind Kirby to the palace,She could see Kars form the corner of her eye wondering why he was not going after her.With Kars disappearing into the portal she wondered why he didn't attack her unless he was taking his time with her. Kars Kars was waiting beside the portal waiting for the others to come join him. "Yes i am Kars….and I am the last of the Piller Men thanks to the Joestars.." Kars said to the two looking around the area,"So your organization….do you have room for one more?I plan on kill the Joestar bloodline and I think I will need help if she is making allies…" He then said towards Bowser. Indeed he would need some help killing Joylne whom he was mostly focused on.</s>	<\|message\|>Frisk Frisk, New York, Outside Grand Central Station Bunnies --- The child looked up at the knight behind squinted lids, appearing almost lazy in demeanour, remaining silent for a good few moments before just giving a non-committal shrug. Although non-verbal, it was as good an answer as any. Frisk honestly had no clue what was going on, they'd just been going with the flow. Admittedly, their grasp on the flow lead them to the extra dimensional toy train, so maybe they were onto something. "Don't know. Just been doing what feels right." They spoke in curt terms, just enough to develop upon the not-quite-so telling shrug. Frisk looked away from the knight - a rather brave thing to do considering their circumstances - and pointed in the direction of the palace. "Have you been there?" The toy train in Frisk's hand felt very evident, its presence never quite faded into the back of their mind, all the while remaining unaware of the other party in search of them within the station.</s>
<\|description\|>Metou Toribaba Clan: Shima Title: Eagle-Eyed Elder Gender: Female Age: 78 Race: Tengu Height: 4'5" Weight: 30 kg (~66 lb) Appearance: Current and younger appearance: (Metou's wings and hair are black, but her hair turned white with age. Her priestess attire (which should have more details than the sketch) is purple and blue. The robes she wears in the present are black and are made with a lot of crow's feathers, meant to mimic her old wings, and the dress she wears underneath is purple.) (And she should probably have an eyepatch as well.) Occupation: Mostly-Retired Sniping Trainer Notable Skills: Back in the day Metou was the sharpest eye around, despite having only one of them. Her accuracy is still pretty good, but her eyesight has deteriorated and she's not as quick on the trigger as she used to be. As a necessity of her powers, Metou knows how to preserve things in formaldehyde. Since retiring from combat, Metou has gotten decent at sewing clothing and gardening. When she was younger, Metou could fly short distances. However, she was always a bit heavyset for a Tengu, so she could never fly as far or for as long. Magical Abilities: Metou can shapeshift into others by removing their eye and inserting it into her empty eye socket. Though she'll possess their physical power and some of their muscle memory, any learned magical abilities or techniques will be inaccessible to her. Metou can transform for an hour at a time before the eyeball automatically pops out of her head, and rapidly transforming and untransforming tires her out, but she can do it a few times in a row with a couple seconds of break inbetween. As long as the eye is in her head, it functions as a living eye. If Metou shapeshifts into someone, anything she wears or was carrying disappears and she gains whatever the person she shapeshifts into was carrying. If she removes something from her person when transformed, that object will stay off and disappear when she takes on a different form, and then reappear in the same location when she takes on that form again. If she changes any of that form's inventory it will disappear when she leaves that form and reappear when she takes on that form again. In essence this means that Metou can change the outfits and equipment of her alternate forms and keep them consistently without permanently duplicating items. Any damage that happens to Metou in one form happens to all of her forms, as well as any recovery from injuries that occurs. Ki Techniques/powers: None Weapons: Rifle - Accurate and useful for long distances. In her prime she could load a shot in 3 seconds, in her old age it takes her 6. Pistol - Not Metou's speciality, she carries this only for defending herself in close quarters. Other Gear: Formaldehyde Jars - Metou possesses 6 jars of formaldehyde that hang from her person, used for storing eyeballs. Eyeball - The eye she lost when she was 18. Inserting this eye transforms Metou into her younger self. Walking Stick - Wooden, and has a U-shape for a handle. Metou can use this to prop up her rifle and keep it steady. Also, she needs it to walk at any reasonable pace. Metal Scoop - Looks sort of like an iron ice-cream scoop with a sharp, tapered end. It's used for "extracting" eyeballs. Personality: Most people think Metou grew crotchety and irritable with age, but that only had a minor effect of Metou's personality. Ever since her banishment Metou was always bitter and jaded, even after Shima treated her well. Unlike many others of her age, Metou had no qualms about increasing the military might of the clan, though as an outsider her opinion wouldn't be worth as much. Metou is passionate about defending Shima and disinterested in the politics of other clans or in people who pursue power. It may seem hypocritical but due to her upbringing Metou still distrusts spirits and magic in general, and is even uncomfortable about using her own powers. Brief history: Metou was born and raised in the Dokutsu Clan, or Dokutsu Town depending on who you ask, a small reclusive village hidden in the mountains populated by both humans and tengu (and an oni who liked the atmosphere). Like Shima this clan was neutral and well-protected, but they preferred not to communicate or interact with any other clan at all, and a unique culture developed as they were cut off from the rest of Baji. The people of Dokutsu forbade the practice of magic among their people, believing it to be the source of the corruption and war that plagued the other clans below them. This made Metou's discovery of her own latent powers a bit of bad news. Metou served as a religious figure in the town, somewhat akin to a shrine maiden, and helped guide the village in prayer to keep them safe from the world around them. In addition she lead many of the towns customs from the birth of a villager to the death of one, and helped protect the town from interested parties with a rifle. When she was 18 Metou lost her eye while constructing a new building for the town, and in an act of desperation tried to replace the severed eye. It functioned perfectly, but Metou knew it could only be magic that allowed it to do so. She kept the eye preserved, being familiar with the chemicals used in village customs to preserve the dead, and experimented with her power in secret. She discovered that she could transform into animals using their eyes, but she was eventually discovered by the village when she was 20 and banished. After a year of travelling Metou found residence with the nearby Shima clan, and she used her skill with a firearm to give herself a place in her new home. During her years living in the Shima clan she served as a sentinel, participated in a few military skirmishes, traveled occasionally and had a few lovers but never married. Though Shima would have been more accepting, out of habit Metou rarely ever used her powers, and most people don't know she has them. When she got too old to bother standing watch with a gun in hand, she helped train new guards in the art of accuracy. Metou tries to help out as best she can, but as others take over her old job she leaves her house less and less. Though she lives in a hut on the outskirts of her town, Metou is still well-known around the village.</s> <\|message\|>Tarou Sasaki The words of the Shima Clan's Daimyo rang through Tarou's ears, his ears perked up, and tail swishing left and right in an excited way. Many times in the past had the Sasaki Clan brought honor to their family, but none would be greater than this. For years, Tarou had never understood the reasoning to the Sasaki Clan's love for the Shima, but he understood it today. It was a tight friendship and if it was not for them, they would still be a brutish and bloodthirsty clan, as well as an enemy of the Shima Clan. He felt gratitude for being allowed on this quest by the Shima Daimyo and was ready to take on this journey, no matter how dangerous it was. After the ceremony, he approached the Daimyo and bowed to him. "As The Rising Sun of the Sasaki Clan, I hope that my service will increase friendship between our peoples. May your rule, family, and clan continue to live in prosperity, My Lord." He bowed once more, as much as he could, as a sign of great respect and trust. He was, after all, a most beloved friend of the Sasaki Clan. "I shall do everything in my power to aid you in your time of need." He then turned to meet his partners, the ones that he was eager to greet. At first, Tarou was unsure of how to approach them, since they all came from different backgrounds. Of course, one man would break the ice. He would bring encouragement to Tarou. Of course, Yuudai would bully him in a friendly manner. Tarou laughed, giving Yuudai a pat on the back, "Be any more rougher with him and you'll kill the poor man. He only chuckled more until he was approached by the very same man, grabbing onto Tarou's shoulders, and asking him for one thing: "I ask for the speed and cunning of the Sasaki Clan's heir and in return I give you and your clan The Dog's loyalty." Jiang Baji said to him, which made Tarou smile. "You are a strange individual, but I will give you these things my friend, that is a promise. Tarou thought for a second, wondering more about the lost artifacts as he began to think to himself. Who could have taken them and for what purpose? He felt a need to confront the Daimyo straight away, as his scholarly side took over him. "Lord Shima, I have a question, if you do not mind. I was wondering if you had any evidence on these people that took them. Surely they must have left some clues behind? He took out a small parchment of paper and a quill, ready to write down anything that Lord Shima had for him.</s> <\|message\|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin') This was exciting. Everything was exciting. The Shima Daimyo could only make things even more exciting as a speech was given about his deepest gratitude and as everything could only be hyped up even more, knowing they were going to be the clan's biggest hope to get the relics returned just made everything feel amazing. If there was a way to describe Gin right now it would be anxious, finding the excitement to be oddly overwhelming as time went on. If there wasn't food during the ceremony there probably would've been little to stop him from feeling nerve-stricken over what he had to do despite his deepest desire to find what was stolen from them. To hear the Shima Daimyo to give them such high praises and hearing not a peep about what he and some of his team were made everything so much better, finally given peace from terrible looks and words the first time in his life. To be the shortest half-Oni of the group was going to be tough on Gin. He had a lot of competition even if there was nothing to win other than the respect of his peers. He must hold a lot of trust if he was given this chance regarding his appearance, but he shouldn't have to care about that right now. Feeling proud with shaky knees he eased up after Lord Shima granted them time to get ready. Giving a quick bow before his attention turned to the rest of the group. This was going to be quite the tough journey even with his strength and durability, his trust that these people would allow him to protect them resting on the hope that they didn't underestimate him. Adjusting his cloak gently he brushed his shoulders down, letting out a sigh before turning towards the one named Jiang Baji. He was quick to familiarise himself with the group, giving them his praise and confidence he could protect them in return. Smiling hopefully up at him, he searched his words for their true meaning, his smile slowly fading before he let out a grunt as his hair was ruffled. What a great first impression that was: it sounded like the guy didn't know what he offered on the table at all. He'll show him height didn't matter, show him he was more than just determined to do what everyone else was hoping to do too. Snorting as he adjusted his messy hair into something a little less messy, Gin was back on his way to victory. He didn't have anything to ask the Daimyo, he knew what he had to do and was well prepared for it; however, the only thing he didn't know was whether this group really was compatible with each other. He would soon see for himself. He will show everyone what he is made of, in the end. Everyone will be singing his praises once he returns and everyone will see half-Oni were not dumb brutes inferior to both Oni and Human, especially when there was so many of his kind in the group.</s>	<\|message\|>Metou Toribaba Though it contributed to her reputation as an outsider separated from the clan's customs, someone not truly to be trusted as an elder in the village, Metou normally stayed on the outskirts of festivities. It may have been her upbringing and subsequent banishment from a village that frowned upon anything excitable, but Metou was always uncomfortable in an energetic crowd. Unfortunately, shying away wasn't an option at this particular festival. As a volunteer to recover Shima's stolen relic, Metou was now one of the guests of honor. Metou wore her nicest eyepatch just for the occasion, adorned with crow feathers. When it came time to address the lord, Metou made her way towards the others, each step of hers requiring the aid of her walking stick and loudly slapping together the bottles she hung on her body. She ignored how the others returned Lord Shima's words, as she had to focus on what to say herself. Metou only found herself snappy in a conversation when she needed to lie, giving respect wasn't one of her strong suits. 'Whatever you say, don't tell him you'll 'keep an eye' on everyone else,' Metou told herself sternly. Instead she answered, "I'm honored that you accept my aid, Lord Shima. It is always my pleasure to serve our clan in times of crisis." She vowed to at least make sure that the Lord's seal was not abused in their representative duties. One of her allies in this endeavor began addressing each of the members of the group individually. Now that was a ritual Metou definitely did not plan on involving herself in, but she appreciated his words of praise, especially when she say how Yuudai responded. When Jiang asked for her wisdom, Metou could only chuckle. She never thought about herself as wise, no matter how many people thought of her as an elder or a teacher. Only when Jiang moved to talk to the half-oni next to her did something Jiang said sink in. 'What does he mean I'll see the end of this journey?' Metou thought with a twisted and puzzled look on her face. 'Does this cur think I can't handle myself? Or that my life is too short for a long trip like this?' Metou glanced an eye up at Gin, who also seemed to receive a bit of a backhanded compliment. The half-oni stood about a head over the old woman. "Don't worry, you still tower over at least one person here," Metou said, hoping to lift his spirits. Of course, Metou was about half a foot taller when she was younger, and she was embarking on this journey to find an opportunity to exercise her magic. Metou hoped her words weren't just setting Gin up for a fall later on.</s>
<\|description\|>Caelum Liquin Nickname(s): Cae, or Little Cae by her family elders. Gender: Female Age: 11 House: Hufflepuff Appearance: A thin little thing with dusty ginger skin and a button nose. Her long nappy hair is carefully braided and twisted, sometimes it is left dangling about her shoulders, sometimes coiled up into a bun, crown, or other interesting arrangement. At 11 years old she is a stick, with no womanly curves to speak of. She will try to make up for what she 'lacks' with a daring shade of lipgloss, a black-winged eye, or a set of heels. She has a fashion sense and an eye for detail that is more mature than most her age (which the uniform robes will certainly dampen). Wand: Wood of yew with core of Kelpie Hair. Pet: None Strengths: - Visual Arts: A talented artist, she will not be seen without a pen or pencil in her hand. She has had a lot of practice and is quite advanced in muggle art techniques, but none of wizards. - Detail oriented: Her eye for artistic detail translates to other aspects of her life. Small things make a huge difference to her. She has a nearly photographic memory. Words, numbers, and names all stay neatly organized in her head. - Well mannered: The well socialized young woman knows her manners and etiquette, and knows what is appropriate in various social settings. She is not shy to meet or talk to anyone, and is even comfortable around adults and authority figures, unlike others her age, she might have a leg up in social situations. Weaknesses: Superficial and vain. - Vain: Growing up the daughter of a plastic surgeon and a model, Caelum was taught that making sure you look good is perhaps the most important part of your day. She will spend a lot of time and energy on her appearance, and judge others by theirs. - Superficial: Caelum was well socialized by her mother, but she met many people without knowing them very well. So her social interactions with others have rarely gone past surface conversation. She will have trouble establishing deeper relationships with others, as she is accustomed to superficial acquaintances. - Weak willed: Caelum speaks volume with her pencil but softly with her voice. She will not assert herself or confront another. She would rather do as they say, or avoid the trouble. This makes her somewhat easy to manipulate, as she would rather not fight back or be contrary to a stronger personality. Personality: Cae is eager to learn and very talented. She has a bit of an ego, and is very critical of herself and others, particularly when it comes to appearances. In that way she is superficial. She grew up seeing adults with many acquaintances but no close or permanent connections. The most important quality of others is what they could do or their status in society, not who they were inside. This perspective makes it difficult for her to relate to others on a deeper level, and also reflects in her art. She is very good technically but often her work lacks 'soul' or an emotional quality. History: Caelum was raised in London. Her father is a plastic surgeon and her mother a model, both muggle and ignorant of the wizarding world. They believed in magic abstractly. Her father made 'magic' happen with his medical instruments, and her mother made 'magic' happen with her body and a camera. 'Little Cae' made 'magic' with her crayons. That was all they knew until an owl delivered a letter to Cae in their high rise apartment… Her mother and father divorced when she was very young. Her father took full custody, though she saw her mother very often. Her parents get along well, while her mother remarried twice after and is currently single. Her father never remarried, he is an introvert who mostly keeps to himself and keeps busy. He entertains the occasional girlfriend, but nothing that lasts more than a few months. Her mother has a large network of friends and toted 'Little Cae' along on countless fashion shows, gallery openings, concerts, films, holiday parties, so on and so forth. Cae quickly developed self control obtained only by children who spend too much time with adults. Unlike her mother, Cae is introverted. She loved going places with her mother but preferred to stay quiet and watch. She always brought along a little designer purse full of crayons and paper, keeping herself quietly occupied with doodling. Her doodling became quite good as she got older, and her mother knew plenty of artists to mentor her young talent. Crayons turned to color pencils, which turned to watercolors and acrylic... Her parents had been considering sending Caelum to a private arts-focused school when they got the letter. At first Cae did not want to go to 'Hogwarts'. If it was so great why hadn't they heard of it? Besides, she wanted to be an artist not a magician. (Caelum thought it was some sort of stage-magician's school. She had met a few magicians, and saw through all their tricks! She certainly did NOT want to be like them!) Then then the neighbors from downstairs showed up. Impeccable timing. They were there to congratulate Little Cae on 'getting her letter'. 'But how did you know?' her parents asked. 'Why, we saw the owl! We knew it had to be for little Cae!' The neighbors downstairs were kind but they never spoke much. Firstly because in the city it is customary to ignore your neighbors, and secondly they always seemed a bit strange. They were unnerved to hear that Cae did not want to go, and invited her over for tea to talk it over. They claimed to be wizards themselves, and promised that they were not stage magicians. They showed Cae what Wizard artwork looked like. Moving paintings. Caelum was amazed. It did not seem like making a cartoon, it seemed like making something alive. Cae instantly changed her mind. She wanted to learn magic for herself and how to make her own paintings alive. NPCs: Gregory Liquin: Father, muggle, a successful cosmetic surgeon. Serious and even tempered. Wealthy, handsome and refined. Cae lives with her father, who supports her in all her endeavors. Cindy Lquin: Mother, muggle, a model and actress. Outgoing and gorgeous. Spunky and Sexy. Cae does not live with her mother but sees her very often and go out on weekend shopping trips, parties, and trendy cafes.</s> <\|message\|>Caelum Liquin Compartment 2 NPCs: Tim PCs:Dani, Pete, Pearle "Damn it Wade..." Tim scowled as he looked into the hallway. He nearly missed Dani's chalkboard communications. He quickly glanced back into the compartment and caught the chalkboard in the corner of his eye. He did a double take, then read it over, his furrowed brows rising at the unexpected method of the communication. He didn't comment on it at this time. He pushed his way into the hall. Touching the shoulders of his teammates as the spilled out into the hall. "What's going on?" he asked them, trying to peer over their heads. "What did they say?" Compartment 3 NPCs: Wade PCs: Rozie, Julius, Jake, Magnus, Moirah "I don't give a flying fuck about houses!" Wade spat. "Did you hear what they called us?" His face was red with rage, reason would find no purchase in his mind. "Fuck the Penguin, Fuck them, and Fuck you!" Wade had large hands. They were wide and broad palms with thick sausage like fingers, he had one finger that was double jointed. He used these rather than his wand on Julius. He would lash out to shove Julius in his chest. Wade didn't have a plan. He might have been satisfied to let the first two suffer under his hexes. Yet, everyone who now appeared before him seemed an enemy. He could not resist the urge to shove Julius out of his sight. There was a chorus of voices behind him, goading him on into action, the rest of the quidditch team hollering for their houses 'honor'. Wade didn't actually hear them, there was only a murmuring sea of noise to his red ears. In the Hallway between the compartments. NPCs: Zeva, Nathaniel PCs: Alaric, Charlotte Alaric would fall at Zeva's harsh treatment. Falling back to the floor and against the wall of the hallway. As the Slytherin poured out of the compartment, most paid attention to Wade, but others noticed Zeva and her brawl. "Zeva! That's enough..." Nathaniel was bounding up the hall on his long stork-like legs. Zeva whipped out her wand-arm, with out saying word, her jinx jumped form her wand and hit his feet. Then the long legs that once made so much progress were stiff as stone, stuck in place. Nathaniel threw out his arms trying to keep his balance as he was suddenly forced to stop. "Wooooahah!" he exclaimed with dismay. Zeva shot a look to Charlotte. There was no one between the two girls, one first year and one third. She asked the young Cheerful girl a serious question with her dark eyes. Would Charlotte interfere?</s> <\|message\|>Rozalia Éathliel Okay. Now, Rozalia was pissed. Hair flaming to the crackling red of fire, she stumbled backwards slightly as the hex made its work known to her, various bogeys flying around her face as she whipped her own wand out. 'Honestly, what a childish hex! I'd love to get my hands on the immature imbecile who invented it.' She thought to herself grimly as she raised her wand - not pointing at Wade, but at herself. Leo had warned her about bullies, and how 'trigger-happy' they could be with her wands. So, naturally, he'd taught her a few things before beginning school. Although this was her first time actually doing the spell - for obvious reasons - she had practiced plenty with wooden sticks at home, Leo showing her how to do all the waving and whatnot properly. "Finite Incantatem!" She managed to get the muffled command through all of the flying bogeys, and they vanished with a small poof. Although immensely proud of herself for managing a Grade 2 Spell - a few streak of blonde appeared amid the sea of red for a moment at this - her attention turned towards the distracted Wade before her. In the process of pushing Julius, he left himself open to plenty of attacks from Roze. Stepping forward and her right leg swinging up behind her, it moved in a swift pendulum movement, her hard, conversed foot aiming straight between Wade's legs.</s> <\|message\|>Julius Mars Hillshire Julius since he was five had been taught relentlessly how to box. It wasn't for serious fighting, just for exercise, but he enjoyed it and put his all into these workouts. Physically speaking, Wade was much, much stronger than he was, by virtue of age, however, Julius was not about to let him just shove him down like nothing. The smaller boy weaved under his hand, getting withing half an arms length. His mind was in slight disarray, so whatever was the best thing to do at that moment slipped Julius mind. He abandoned his body to instincts and muscle memory and as he ducked, he shoved his shoulder into Wade to try and throw him out of balance, then threw and right hand straight towards the older boys liver. Age gap or no, if this connected, there would be no doubt that Wade would be feeling this for hours.</s>	<\|message\|>Caelum Liquin Compartment 2 NPCs: Tim PCs:Dani, Pete, Pearle Tim had disappeared from view. The members of compartment three could hear things escalating outside. It looked like some of the Slytherin were now fighting one another. Someone gargled a spell. Black inky water washed into compartment two. Then two slytherin rolled in, grappling one another. A few more followed after them shouting 'helping' as they saw fit... Compartment 3 NPCs: Wade PCs: Rozie, Julius, Jake, Magnus, Moirah Wade buckled in half as Rozie kicked him where it mattered most… then fell flat over onto his side as Julius delivered a punch to his liver. A stream of curses streamed from his lips as he lay prone on the ground… His teammates witnessed the attack. They scowled and pushed on toward the first years to avenge their fallen team-mate (They stepped on Wade in over to reach the first years…). Wands and fists and teenaged angst exploded within compartment 3. In the Hallway between the compartments. NPCs: Zeva, Nathaniel PCs: Alaric, Charlotte, Caelum The door to compartment 6 made a loud crashing noise. It flew off the hinges and hit Nathaniel where he stood. The boy buckled at the knee and fell over unconscious. Zeva looked startled, blinking in wonder at the now-smoking door frame. She looked quizzically at Charlotte, as if the girl might know what had just happened. Did the first years have a secret weapon of some sort in there? The rowdy behind her Slytherin were attracted to the noise like moth to a flame…</s>
<\|description\|>Anthony Noll Birthday 11/06/1993 Age 23 Appearance Height- 6'3" Weight- 168 lb. Other prominent traits- You won't see it often, but if Anthony takes off his shirt, you'll see a small Gothic Quatrefoil tattoo on his right shoulder. Anthony is actually quite fit, due to his daily jogs around his area. Tall and lean, he is surprisingly attractive, for a Library Worker. He has black hair, medium length, and steel grey eyes. Position Roommate of Axel in apartment 2B. Secret .... Why do you want to know? School Anthony is a Sophomore in the Industrial Design program at the University, but he is considering switching to Graphic Arts. Occupation Paid Help in the University Library. He has actually been proven to be invaluable to Ms. O'Niel and Mrs. Grady, the librarians there, and works there, between classes. Personality Anthony is a quiet individual, not melancholic, just quiet. He doesn't speak much, but he can exhibit more than depressing emotions. He can be found to be quite funny, if one can get past the quietness of the guy. He is open about his arrhythmia, but doesn't let his heart condition slow him down. Short Bio Millington. Apparently, Everytown, USA. Well, that's what most people think of it. However, Anthony was born to a family in an even smaller town, even farther away from major cities than Millington. It fulfilled every single expectation of Everytown, including the nuclear family living in the suburbs. Anthony was the older brother of the family, and has a younger sister, Maddie, who he was extremely protective of. However, all of it changed in the Autumn of 2008, when, after he had collapsed on the sidewalk, after jogging a little harder than normal in the morning. They wouldn't have found him, too, if not for his ringing cell phone. Maddie, who was going through a breakup with her boyfriend, was texting him, seeking advice. Needless to say, her priorities changed. For the next three months, Anthony underwent a series of tests, which led to him being unable to run on the track team, which led to his team losing in most of the categories. This hit Anthony pretty hard, and he became more withdrawn, and even tried to commit suicide once, in the hospital, by trying to OD on some pills the Nurse had set on the sleeping table next to his bed. In a painful twist of fate, his suicide attempt was foiled, by the one thing he was trying to stop. His heart. He had an attack, and dropped the pills, right before he ingested them. The doctors stabilized him, and placed him under Suicide Watch, all the while coming closer to discovering the reason why he had multiple instances of cardiac arrest. He had had Arrhythmia for a while, the doctors had discovered, but he didn't know it. It was a gradual onset, from a loss of breath, beyond the normal at a track meet, to a particularly painful ache in his chest, to the full-blown cardiac arrest that landed him in the hospital in the first place. Luckily, his Arrhythmia, while serious, was easily treated with the standard programs and medicines, and he was out within the month. Unfortunately, he was unable to join the track team again, due to his condition, but was taken back to the school as a hero, a survivor of an encounter with death. He finished off his last two years of high school happily, being awarded for surviving, and being a former member of the track team, which of them, his senior classmates carried him out of the Auditorium on their shoulders, and took him out to party. He got a scholarship for his condition, his involvement in the track team, and his grades, at Millington University, which he took as soon as possible. It was only a few hours away from his hometown, and he could study whatever he wanted. He has been at the school for two years, and is fairly well known in the Arts Department, particularly as the one kid from Industrial Design who would contribute pieces for the set for the Performing Arts, or that one guy who would collab with a Graphic Arts student to create a statue or something for a campus competition. He is known to the Music department for minoring in Lyric Writing, and being a fairly decent singer. Other students would've seen him around the library.</s> <\|message\|>Olivia Nicole Reese "Liv" or "Ollie" Olivia pulled her knees to her chest as she waited for the family meeting to start. James came to sit by her, and she nodded in reply to him and then sweetly rested her head on his shoulder. Riley stood in front of everyone, and then James covered Olivia's ears as Riley started pelvic thrusting into the air. Unfortunately just a tad too late, as Olivia heard Kylie's comment about Claire being an easy slut. It seemed like a jab at Olivia's virginity status, not the Kylie knew anything about that. As far as anyone was concerned, Olivia was still a pure innocent little girl. Shame and self-hate filled her mind. She bit her bottom lip and stared down at the floor. Kylie was kind of right, it was basically her fault that He had done that to her, she had to be asking for it in some way like a slut right? She wondered if she should just tell everyone the truth right now. What would they all think, what would they do? She remained silent as she looked back up at Riley, and buried the thought of speaking up inside her heart. Olivia raised her eyebrows at Riley, just like their mother always did when she wanted Rye to stop with the pervert stuff. When Riley pulled out the old beanie baby, Olivia smiled remembering their parents happily bringing it out for family meetings and peace talks between bickering siblings. James uncovered her ears, since the mischief seemed to be over. She fidgeted with the end of her left braid as she always did anytime she was feeling anxious or nervous. Riley began the summery of today's terrible events. She was not really listening, but he caught her attention with two words... "Elliot's Back". She lifted her head from James's shoulder and listened for more information. Elliot Longstreet had lived on their block her whole life up until about five years ago when he vanished. He had been Sophia's best friend, and Olivia's first crush. In fact she remembered asking Elliot to marry her when she was five years old. She had been dressed in a juice stained Cinderella costume and a plastic tiara, when she handed Elliot a bundle of flowers she picked out of her mom's garden. "When I grow up will you marry me?" She had asked giving him puppy eyes and hugging his leg. Olivia's cheeks turned red for a split second remembering her embarrassing past. She had been completely infatuated with Elliot when she was little, and spent a good amount off her childhood following him and Sophia around the neighborhood on her pink hello kitty bike. The one Elliot had taught her to ride without training wheels when she was six. As long as she was not annoying Sophia, she was usually welcomed along on their tween adventures, typically riding piggy back on Elliot. Then Riley explained their mother's medical marijuana use to Olivia, and she just glanced over at Kylie rather peeved. She sighed looking back at Riley who still had the beanie baby, though no one seemed to be respecting the beanie baby talking rule. The idea of changing the diner in anyway hurt her inside. It was their parents dream. She understood they were under a lot of stress, and it was a burden but she didn't want anything else to change, too much had already. Olivia wished she could help her family more. She wished that she was older and could take over the diner and stop being a burden to her older siblings. Their lives were on hold all because she was too young to legally take care of herself. They should be starting their lives and doing what they pleased without worry. Their mom had been so proud when they got accepted to college, and Mom would gush about her early twenties. She would talk about how she backpacked through Europe with her friends, joined a sorority, how she met Dad at a Duran Duran concert in California, and then they joined the Peace Corps straight out of college. Dad had his stories too, about his time before marriage and babies. He always talked about how he got his pilot license; how he was a bar tender in Vegas, that one time he sat next to Cindy Crawford on a flight to Australia for a surfing competition, and he would talk about the summer when he and his friends followed their favorite band on tour all across the west coast. Olivia said nothing though; as she let her siblings make the decision about the diner.</s> <\|message\|>Tara Groth Collab with @Knight of Doom and @BlueAjah Giggles echoed throughout the air as two small girls sat beside each other within the playground's sandbox. Claire couldn't help but smile as she watched them create pathetic sandcastles with plastic shovels and buckets. Both of their dark hair was decorated in adorable braids and she was almost sure the two were sisters. A faint smile spread across her lips. Growing up as an only child, Claire had always thought about how life would be like with a sister. Someone she could have played with or talked to every night. It would have been fun, she supposed. Then again, that would have meant less attention from her parents and Claire wasn't sure she could handle that. A soft noise vibrated from Claire's pocket. Riley had sent her a text, stating he would be there in 15 minutes. Claire smiled again and stopped within the middle of the path. To Riley: Can't Wait! <3 A girl dressed in an extremely attractive workout getup passed Claire as she texted Riley. Something about the girl seemed oddly familiar yet she knew they had never met. Shrugging, Claire continued jogging. As Tara did interval training around the park, her path eventually was in sync with the petite blonde she saw earlier. Claire looked toward the girl running beside her with curiosity. She seemed fairly healthy and fit, enough to rock a sports bra and look good that is. The girl's eyes however, were a bright red color and Claire couldn't help but stare at them. Distracted, Claire didn't have time to stop herself before her foot tripped over a small rock on the ground. A cry of pain escaped her mouth as she fell, scraping her right knee. Way to go… She silently cursed as she pulled up her sweat pants, examining the bloody mark. She gasped at the pain, biting her tongue to stop herself from screaming. A few tear droplets fell down her face as she tried her best to breathe. Slowing to a stop, Tara looked behind her at the bleeding girl. Sighing she knelt down next to her. "You okay?" She asked, examining the wound. It wasn't too bad, if it had been her with wound, she would have just walked it off without even bothering to take care of it. However, not everyone was her. Looking up into the bright eyes of the girl she was almost sure was Tara, the best friend of her boyfriend, Claire nodded slightly. The wound needed to be treated before it got infected in any way. She shuddered at the thought of getting sick from such a clumsy mistake. "I'll be fine, I just need to get to my car. Thank you though, Tara." Claire hoped she wasn't wrong. Riley had talked often about his best friend and her glowing red eyes. Wobbling to her feet, Claire began limping back to her car. Tara was a bit stunned at the mention of her name. Had she introduced herself? Or perhaps she was just that popular. Preferring the latter option, the confused female watched the mystery girl hobble away to her car. If she decided she would handle it on her own, so be it. Shrugging, Tara pushed her ear buds back into her ears and went back to her run.</s>	<\|message\|>Anthony Noll It was about 2:15 when Ami returned, asking for the key, barely restraining her impatience. Anthony nodded, and smiled at the girl. "Sure, just remember to let me in when I come back! It'll probably be around midnight or so, sorry if I wake you up!" With that, he went back to work stacking the shelves. Eventually, Ms. O'Niel approached him, apologetic look on her face. "Um... Anthony, there's... something Mrs. Grady and I would like you to do in the back room." Anthony, smiling, set down the books on the cart, and turned to her. "Why of course, Ms. O'Niel! I'd be happy to help!" Leaving the book cart behind, he followed Ms. O'Niel, making light conversation. They chatted all the way there, but when they reached the room, Ms. O'Niel got quiet, and acted uncharacteristically nervous. "Hey, I don't want to presume, or anything, but... Inside, there's a really, really heavy box that neither Mrs. Grady or I could budge. Could you move it out of the way, please?" The look on Ms. O'Niel's face was so pitiful, so morose that she couldn't do it herself, that Anthony had to do help her out, even if he wasn't going to already. Laughing, Anthony patted her on the shoulder, and passed her, entering the back room. The room everyone called the 'back room' was actually the library's archives, with a fairly high ceiling, and with stacks of cardboard boxes, manila folders, newspaper clippings, VCR tapes, journals, and other firsthand accounts. In the back of the room, in a dusty corner, a heavy wooden steamer trunk, banded in metal, not locked, but secured against flopping open at any old time. Moving over to the box, he smiled at Mrs. Grady, and rolled up his sleeves, and picked it up, grunting after he found out it weighed much more than expected. Walking over to where the librarians had wanted him to move it to, a sorting room, with white collapsible tables that had various other documents awaiting categorization. Setting it on a table, he unlocked the latch, and flipped the lid open. Inside, were a whole bunch of dusty papers, photos, and thick, metal-bound books. Cracking his knuckles, he waved the librarians over, and they got to work. --- "Have a good day, Ms. O'Niel, Mrs. Grady!" Anthony waved at the two librarians as he left via the front door. Organizing the trunk's contents had taken quite a bit longer than expected, although there was more than enough time to get ready for his date tonight. Walking out to his Crown Vic, he unlocked the door, and got into the car, backing out of the parking space. Maybe he would take the scenic route today, he decided. After all, it was a nice day, and there wasn't any reason not to. Acting on his whim, he turned right instead of going straight, and headed through the good looking, scenic neighborhoods around the church. As he drove around with a general direction in mind, meandering for no particular purpose, he spotted something. Rather, someone, Elliot from the diner this morning. And... he had a... dog? Oh well, couldn't hurt to offer him a ride to wherever he was going. Pulling up alongside him, Anthony rolled down the window. "Need a lift? Your dog can go in the backseat, if you like." Anthony didn't mind if the dog sat there, mangy as it is. His car was spotless, inside and out, so any mess the dog made could be cleaned up easily.</s>
<\|description\|>Lily Bell Nicknames/alias:None Age:44 Place of birth & ethnicity:Mobile, Alabama Caucasian Gender:Female Occupation:Gunslinger/Solider She ain't no woman to be trifled with. Appearance: Lily is a average sized woman standing at five feet and ten inches, weighing a hundred and forty five pounds total. Her hair is shoulder length and dark brown with visible waves in it, matching her dark brown eyes and well tanned skin from being outdoors. She has three blue stripes tattooed onto her left cheek, put on her by the Apache indians when she was captured the stripes showing she was traded for two blankets and a horse; a permanent reminder of her capture. Clothing: Lily typically wears normal long riding pants made of rough cotton, along with a white button up and a leather black sleeveless vest. With a rough trench coat completing the ensemble and of course a black wide brimmed circular hat. Personal style: See above Personality: Lily is a quiet and withdrawn person, not sharing personal details about herself very freely. Her tolerance for Yankee soldiers is quite low and she is quick to jump into a gun fight, though her time in the Confederate Army made her far wiser and more skilled of the gun than the average person. That being said when not being judged or tested Lily is a happy person, content to drink and gamble like anyone else; not afraid of base labor or getting bloody. She is quite fond of children. Habits: Drinker, smoker Regular life skills: Coach driver, Observation mapper, hunter, explorer Combat skills Sharpshooter - From six shooters to long rifles Lily is a proficient combatant Close combat - Given a sword or knife Lily is fairly skilled in defeating opponents in close combat Leader - Having seen war first hand makes Lily hardened to combat enabling her to lead in the heat of battle Items on your person: Griswold revolver (x2) - Lily wears a Griswold revolver on each hip, the pistols common amongst Southerners Hunting knife - A foot and a half single edged steel knife sheathed in the boot Flask - Not for water Canteen - For water Additional stuff: -Brown pants (x2) -White button ups (x3) -Extra socks (x4 pairs) -Winchester 84 lever action rifle -Union officer's sword What brings you to Haylliesburg: Seeking a new life, escaping Union controlled reconstruction in the south Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: Lily was actually a wife and mother before the Civil War, although her career was the same as ever a tracker and hunter mostly at the time; her husband was an accountant and usually cared for their son at home. However a year before the start of the Civil War Lily's son Abel was taken by the flu, so when the conflict erupted husband and wife both set out to join the fray; leading to Lily cutting most of her hair off and disguising herself as a young teen boy. Not that many men cared who fought beside them as long as they were reliable when the heat was on, so naturally she formed a strong bond with those whom she fought with in the Forth Confederate Infantry. Lily lost her husband in a battle in Virginia over a bridge, the outnumbered southerners holding the structure until it could be destroyed, however Lily's husband had volunteered to set the charges and sacrificed himself after being shot to detonate the black powder being used to destroy the wooden structure. So when the war was said and done Lily had no one left, and she ventured to the west; running protection for wagon trains be they merchant or families striking across the vast nation. It was on one of these escorts that the Apache attacked the train overwhelming the defenders and seizing Lily as a prize, she spent only seven months amongst the Apache escaping one night by killing the sentinel left to guard her and the other captives. Sample: Lily sat high upon the back of her spotted heavy stallion, the sun's rays plummeting down onto the woman and her charges. A line of four wagons two with supplies and two with families rolling across the open grassy plains; several other guards rode beside the wagons as well each man carrying a firearm if not several along with those riding shotgun on the wagons they numbered twelve fighters. Suddenly an arrow came whirling across the open air, fired from an especially thick batch of grass; followed by loud yelping and screeching sounds Apache bursting from all around the train. Men fell quickly but began to return fire. Lily whipped her horse around and charged down the line, firing her revolver as she passed the warriors wounding some but missing those out of range. Her horse took an arrow to the neck leading Lily to fight on foot, rushing back to the wagons for some form of cover, the remaining survivors numbering only 6. The Apache quickly overtook the travelers, Lily striking down two more with the long officers blade she carried on her left hip; though she found herself knocked unconscious by a blow from behind. All and all killing over twenty four Apache warriors with only twelve fighters, Lily was stripped of her weapons and tattooed to mark her value in the tribe sold from her original captor to the next rather quickly. Lily spent the next seven months as a slave for the tribe, from menial labors to the heat of the Apache warriors before a battle or hunt, planning her escape the entire time; seeing her chance when the majority of the skilled warriors left the tribe. Headed to attempt an attack on the railroad, this left only a young boy guarding the captives teepee; Lily found a long strip of frayed rope upon the floor and crept behind the teen. Strangling him quickly and quietly before escaping, reclaiming her old weapons on the way out in a risky stealth mission into the chieftains tent which left two of his wives dead by the end. Sample from previous rp roleplayerguild.com/posts/3906489/raw Favorite Western youtube.com/watch?v=WGBw3zwzqwI</s> <\|message\|>Albert Baldwin White "I expect everyone to be alive and breathing..." Glass mixed with liquor and splinters exploded all over them. He was down on the floor before he could blink, surprised by the sudden power of adrenaline as much as by the shots fired. "We've only just met you and you already demand too damn much, Erik!" said Albert desperately trying to cover his head with his hands. Cocksuckers! shouted the barman before asking the other one where the shotgun was. They got my bloody arm! From outside came violent war cries and threatening whistles so loud they could be heard coming through all the gunfire. Albert poked at the door underneath his elbow, but only to see bad omens: the farmer who'd come to warn them about the bandits lay over the threshold, shaking and bleeding, barely alive, stretching his hand out towards the people inside the saloon and gurgling something with a horrible expression. Stupidly, Albert thought about crawling to him and perhaps dragging him in. He'd almost made a move for it when a bottle flew in through the window. "Shit!" The bottle broke and the burning fuse set the liquid on fire. In a split second the edges of the joint were ablaze. "Bastards want to burn as alive!" Albert crawled to the side and grabbed the legs of a game table. With a strong jerk he flipped it over, making an improvised shield he knew was useless. "You won't be enforcing any law from this hellhole, sheriff." A bullet whizzed through the table board, just next to Albert's ear. He finally took out his pistol: 6 bullets in the chamber.</s> <\|message\|>Lily Bell Lily turned her head lazily towards the door as the farmer came bursting through it shouting over all the commotion, some fights carrying on despite the loud man; although they all came to a stop as the gunshots rang out the shattering of the front glass windows piercing the air. Each bullet making a whizzing popping sound as they flew mere inches from patrons heads, Lily herself hitting the floor as soon as the window directly behind her exploded from the force of a rifle round; her left hand ripping the Griswold on her right side out of its holster. Her back firmly pressed against the wooden front wall of the saloon, disregarding her previous engagement as had the other patrons; some drawing their own firearms while others fled in a panic quickly meeting their end however as they climbed out the windows away from the flames and bullets. "Mother fucker! Git sum got damned water!! Turn them tables over by the duurs!!" Lily shouted to various patrons not fleeing as the makeshift incendiary bomb exploded only a few meters from her position, cocking the hammer of her Griswold turning quickly leaning against the wall as the lead bullets crackled and split the wood of the saloon wall; her arm extending out from behind the cover out the busted window along with a portion of her face enough to see. Her index finger slowly squeezed the trigger the hammer striking down with great speed and force upon the bullets rear, a loud pop accompanied by a puff of smoke from the end of the dull iron; sending a bullet of her own zipping through the air finding its mark in one of the bandits lower left ribcage. As quickly as she had emerged Lily fell back behind her cover, a volley of specifically aimed rounds ricocheting off the windowsill in retaliation, quickly changing position by ducking and quickly grasping a thick game table flipping it on its side in front of the battered doors.</s> <\|message\|>Cpt. Jonah Hawthorne The Sheriff from Hell, An Old Dog of War He felt strong hands grab his arms and yank him up, possibly to try and hold him back. "Get yer paws off me!" He roared before stepping in towards the voice and slamming the back of his head into the front of the voice's. Jonah followed up by spinning around, ripping the hand off of his left arm and continued forward with that momentum, hoping to connect to the jaw of the one who grabbed him. This was stopped by the sound of a gunshot that rang out with the crash of the window shattering from the bullet that ripped through it. So, instead of cold cocking the poor sap he instead grabbed him and brought him to the ground, attempting to shield him from a possible second. hearing another round for that brief moment he slowly rose to his feet, stopping halfway to peer up to see where the intruding round came from and when he did he narrowed his eyes. "Sonava bitch" From underneath his coat he withdrew his Winchester. Its polished metal and elongated scope spoke of a sharpshooter in the midst of the bar. "Aint got no time for this. I still gotta get my money for hi-" He looked over to his catch to see him dead on the floor. A bullet had ripped through his head and this sight pissed Jonah off so much that he just stood up and walked over to the Swedish sheriff, despite the bullets flying. [color=tan]"Get yer ass up, boy I'm gonna need yer help."[color] He said quickly before briskly walking over towards the back, looked around before disappearing behind a wall, only the sound of a door closing gave a clue as to where he went. Outside Jonah looked around the back of the building, looking for a drain pipe or ladder but instead there was an shed with a few barrels near it. It gave a better view of the bandits who were out in front of bar without giving away where he was. Jonah had made his way over, keeping low and out of sight. It was best not to take any chances. When he was in position he moved into a kneeling position, placing his hat next to him on the ground before raising his rifle up and peering through the scope. He set his sights on the one in the back of the group and steadied the Winchester. A long breath in, a long breath out. A long breath in and- CHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo [A/N: This is not the pastry] The trigger pulled, the hammer hit the primer and the next thing that happened was one of the bandits, the one he aimed for had dropped and hooting and hollering ensued. Jonah hit the deck as the rounds started to fly. "Where in the tarnasion is that damned sheriff!"</s> <\|message\|>Josiah Solomon Murphy Struggling to hold the strong man's arms behind his back, Josiah was caught off-guard by the blow delivered when the man swung his head back, hitting Josiah square in the face. He grunted in pain, shouting out "Sunofabi-! before being interrupted. The sounds of gunfire caught Josiah even further by surprise, and he suddenly found himself being pulled to the ground by the man he had just been trying to grapple. Seeing something come flying in through the window just as the man got up and left out the back, Josiah let out a shocked scream of "Íosa Críost!" as the room exploded in flames. Getting up from the floor to a crouch, Josiah quickly made the Sign of the Cross over his chest as an apology for his verbal blasphemy, before drawing his Dragoon revolver and rushing out the back of the saloon. Once outside, Josiah rushed to find a piece of cover he could duck behind and fire at the bandits from. Ducking behind something wooden, and not giving much thought as to what it was, Josiah carefully propped his head and pistol up over the edge, firing two shots at the attackers, before quickly ducking back from return fire. Fumbling around in his duster, Josiah quickly pulled out and uncapped a hip flask, taking a deep swig before closing it back up and returning to shooting at the attacking lowlives.</s>	<\|message\|>Lily Bell Lily groaned as she sat on the wooden floor of the saloon, her back pressed into the thick table she had overturned by the hole riddled doors to the establishment; rounds whizzing by her every few seconds making her wonder how much ammo the bandits truly brought. Either they were stupid or sitting on a stockpile either way Lily wouldn't simply wait around, as the fire spread unhalted by the few who tried to pour water on the blaze smoke quickly filling the establishment as the fire touched the also wooden ceiling spreading across its surface. Lily inhaled deeply before pulling her second Griswold free from its leather sheath, quickly rising to her feet with a fearless and vicious shout she leaped through the bullet riddled double doors over the table; letting lose an unholy scream of anger as she darted down the wooden porch of the establishment. As she ran Lily fired her revolvers both, the hammers slamming down to send rounds whizzing at the outlaws finding no targets in her rush, though the return of fire would make the opposing force duck in fear; as she darted down the walkway Lily rushed across the street. The bullets whizzing behind her as she ran across the tightly packed dirt street, as soon as she crossed the street Lily pushed her back up against the wall of the building the bandits had set up in; learning in the war that outflanking a superior force was a sure way to victory. Lily quickly stuck one of her drawn revolvers around the corner of the building, firing blindly down the walkway the bandits set up on; doing away with another one by luck hitting him directly in the throat before pulling her hand back her thousand yard stare from the war evident in her eyes. The sounds of combat bringing her husbands death to mind, along with all those whom died fighting along side her in the war.</s>
<\|description\|>Rebecca A young female trainer, with short pink hair styled in the shape of a heart. She's a former Team Skull grunt who has since taken on the role of an aspiring trainer. Her appearance reflects her bold and defiant spirit, as well as her determination to prove herself in the world of Pokemon battling. Despite her initial stubbornness and recklessness, Rebecca shows signs of growth and maturity throughout the story, indicating a resilient character with a strong will.</s> <\|description\|>Bae A mature and experienced Pokémon trainer, with an air of confidence and authority that comes from his years of battling experience. His appearance is well-groomed and he exudes an aura of power and strength. Despite his seemingly harsh demeanor, Bae demonstrates a fairness in battle and an unwavering commitment to his goals. He has a strong sense of justice and discipline, which he uses to guide younger or less experienced trainers like Rebecca.</s> <\|narrator\|>A skilled trainer named Bae engages in a battle with a former Team Skull grunt named Rebecca, who is determined to prove herself against him. After multiple defeats and stripping each other's Pokémon, they agree on a final wager: if she loses again, she must strip naked and apologize to him. Despite her efforts, she loses again and finds herself in an embarrassing situation. The trainer then decides to take advantage of the situation by forcing her into sexual acts as part of their bet. The story explores themes of power dynamics between trainers, as well as Rebecca's journey from being a stubborn grunt to an aspiring trainer who learns from her mistakes.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca "I wasn't like the trainers who just hung around on the routes after becoming older," I said, "I had a title to protect, and even though becoming an adult, it didn't change my love for exploring the islands, finding more Pokemon, and just relaxing on the grounds of the tropical beaches." Even though Guzma disbanded Team Skull and became a pretty famous golfer, there were still some people who just couldn't quit the grunt lifestyle. I would encounter them from time to time, mostly whenever they'd see me they'd know who I am and turn tail after beating them in battle after battle for so many years. Though it seems like with the new season coming around, they were getting themselves some new recruits. On one of the days, enjoying laying in some of the tall grass where the Pokemon usually reside, it seemed like one of these new Team Skull members was looking for newer trainers to pick on for their Pokemon and Pokdollars, after getting attention of the Grunt, it seemed like no one taught her not to mess with people around here, nor who I was. It was easy to tell by the look of what seemed like confidence in her eyes, while she decided to speak her part.</s> <\|message\|>Bae Rebecca had been seen as a lowly Skull Grunt for way too long. The problem here was two-fold. She had ambitions of being respected by the other grunts, to rise up and be an admin. But she was too stubborn to listen to others, particularly when told that Team Skull was no more. She had been proving herself lately though, hustling and laying the smack down on some 'loser' trainers, when she came across another lowly trainer. "Team Skull, represent! We can't pay the rent!" she yelled at him threateningly. "Look loser, I'm going to take you down. Pokemon battle. Three on three, all cash in. Our eyes have met, now you have a bet, yo!" She thumbed her Pokeballs that she kept on her leg garter, knowing that she had a team that far surpassed any normal grunt with their Yungoose and Salandit.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Seeing the grunt's team was a bit more advanced than just a Golbat or a slowpoke, I knew it wouldn't take much to beat them. Switching through a few of my Pokémon, I brought out my Mimikyu, Decidueye, and a Ditto, just to go a bit easy on them. "Fine then, if you're really looking to lay all your money on the line, don't hate me once I clean out your savings." Releasing my Pokémon from their balls onto the field, I waited for her, knowing full well that all my Pokémon were over level 50. This was going to be another easy battle with just a naive grunt.</s> <\|message\|>Bae Rebecca turned and shook her ass at the trainer. "Kiss my butt!" she said as she flung her own three Pokemon onto the field. In a glow of white light, out popped an Ekans, a Mareanie, and a Pawniard, all of them raring for a juicy battle. She doubted his Pokemon could be stronger than hers, all three sitting in the mid-30's range, which she thought was quite good. "For this juicy pot," she said in an intimidating tone, "I'll give you all I got!" Her Ekans' ability kicked in against his Pokemon, lowering their attack. She was determined to get another notch on her belt from a trainer thoroughly trashed. "He's not so hot!" she thought to herself, making sure that each of her Pokemon lined itself up against his own.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca It didn't take long once my turn was up and Decidueye using Spirit Shackle on the Mareanie, taking it out of the battle instantly in one swift hit. Using the Ghost Z-Crystal, it powered up Mimikyu's Shadow Claw against the Ekans, taking it out as well. All that was left was Pawniard against my ditto. "Are you sure you wanna boast when you haven't really thought through about who you were up against?" I boasted, as my Ditto transformed into her Pawniard, mimicking all its moves, stats, and ability. "Your move, and sorry, there won't be any backing out now that you've bet this much!" Smirking, I let my championship badge out from under my scarf.</s> <\|message\|>Bae We stand up to even the strong, yo! We stand up, but not for long, yo!" She called out. She was starting to sweat a little though, having never been so handily pushed back by any trainer, let alone some random kid she challenged. She knew that her wallet was practically empty anyway, so losing here was more a matter of pride than anything. He was pushy and overconfident, but had the means to back it up, unlike herself. She called for her Pawniard to use Feint Attack on the Decidueye, but it didn't quite take out the Pokemon as she had hoped, although it did seemingly do a decent enough job. "This is whack yo! You set me up yo!" she called over, her pride still there enough to talk smack to him.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Set you up? Hey, you're the one who challenged me to a fight and I agreed. Probably should have specified some rules for the battle instead of reading through page one of the Grunt Guidebook lady! I call out to her, smirking as I was ready to finish her off now. Decidueye, Spirit Shackle! With that, Decidueye landed a hard and final blow onto the weaker Pawniard, instantly fainting it. Look, I'm hoping that next time, you learn to just avoid me or I'll crush you in another battle like you and the rest of the grunts. I mean, your leader decided to take an easier life instead of doing this all the time.</s> <\|message\|>Bae "Our leader is great, yo! But he don't decide my fate, yo!" She said in the standard tone of her comrades. She was disgusted that she had been so easily toppled by some random trainer. She tossed her last five Poke on the ground in front of him, showing how little she had when she'd offered the challenge. She looked over at the fainted bodies of her teammates, recalling them one after another. "Well, I'm taking my leave," she said, slowly turning her back upon her opponent, kicking up dust momentarily in a huff. She didn't leave immediately, her defeat washing over her as she found disgust in herself.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Alright then, good luck! I call out towards her before leaning down to pick up the pokedollars and turning round to go back to running in circles to hatch some eggs I was holding. As it seemed that a lot of trainers were doing it for optimal egg hatching. I knew she'd be back not too long after, as grunts are just stubborn that way, they never truly gave up their ways. After not too much longer in the field, I made my way back to my house to rest for the night. Making my way back to the field again after picking up my daily eggs, and dropping off extra Pokmon to some labs for other trainers starters to continue training my Pokmon as well as hatching more eggs.</s> <\|message\|>Bae The bitter grunt ran off, vowing to herself that the events of the battle wouldn't deter her. She wasn't a reckless trainer generally, but she wasn't one to cower in the face of strength so easily. She remained close to the Pokemon center, picking off trainers that were desperate to get their Pokemon healed. She was crafty in that way. Instead of fighting them for cash, she battled for any candy or valuable items they were carrying. In no time at all, she had pocketed enough to pump up her team: her Mareanie and Ekans evolved as her team reached level 40 across the board. Her thirst for revenge led her to run back to him, thoroughly unprepared and ready to take him down a peg. "Yo!" she called out, watching him run around in circles. "I'll be taking your cash now!"</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca "I wasn't keeping idle the entire time she was gone," he said, "which didn't seem like long, as I managed to hatch some more Pokemon, and raise my Pokemon team up to level 59, which didn't seem like much of an improvement, but their hidden stats are where their power lies." When she finally came back, he sighed, ready to get this over with, hoping that she would stop. "Alright, well do you even have any cash this time?" she asked, "I've heard of a grunt robbing trainers near the PokeCenter for their rare candies and items. So if you don't have any money, what will you bet? And unlike you, I don't bet rare candies or items, so don't even think about it."</s> <\|message\|>Bae Rebecca was confident in playing his little game, expecting that she wouldn't lose. "Well sugar? What do you want then, I definitely ain't carrying no cash yo!" She cocked her hips and spun a Pokeball upon her finger, the undeserved confidence almost oozing out from her body. She looked him up and down, her return hadn't taken long, and nothing seemed to have changed with him. This only furthered her undeserved confidence as she laughed, her Skull necklace bouncing against her modest chest.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca "Hmmm...well then, I'll take your clothes!" He said, head to toe, all of them, that cool?" After shouting this at her, he knew there was no way she was going to accept such high stakes just to beat him, was she? Would she really be willing to lose the clothes off her own back just for one battle, and then again, with curves like hers, it wouldn't be bad for her to lose.</s> <\|message\|>Bae Rebecca laughed at his proposition, more a sign of her overconfidence than her worry at the terms of his deal. "Damn yo! If you don't want to have a beat down, I can just take your cash now yo!" she said, tossing her ball in the air and winking playfully before catching it once again. She stood firmly, looking sternly at her opponent. "Fine. Double battle dude. I'll win your cash. In the unlikely event of my loss, you get every bit of fabric that touches my skin." She said, making a finger gun motion before tossing out her Toxapex and Pawniard.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca I didn't expect her to take on the bet, but now I guess I'll have to show her up now. After she threw out her pokemon, I tossed out mine as well, a pair of good fighters who were a perfect match against hers. The first was to go against her Toxapex; next, was to go up against her Pawniard. "Fine then, since you want to go with a double battle, we'll have to raise the stakes, won't we? Well then, how about after you've been stripped, you get down on your knees and apologize to me!" I wanted her to stop, even if I knew that she wouldn't no matter how much I would put her through. "Since you started the battle, i'll at least let you get a hit in before I finish this battle."</s> <\|message\|>Bae She knew she deserved that cash, or at least to get her own money back. She nodded slightly, as if to agree to his terms, lying to herself that she actually had any chance of winning. She licked her teeth a little, assessing the situation. She never thought that she was a bad battler, but this trainer struck total fear into her about her abilities. Looking at him there, standing so confidently was the first tingling of any doubt she had about her actual ability to win. Rebecca called out for Toxapex to use Baneful Bunker while she called pot for Pawniard to use Dark Pulse. A wave of dark purple energy flew towards everyone on the field.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca I could tell what her intentions were with this battle, as well as see her fear in the way she spoke. As she used Dark Pulse both pokemon had been damaged, but it was an effective move against Raichu in this battle suffering a nice quarter of his health in damage, Passimian wasn't as phased by it though. As it was my turn now, I had Passimian use Giga Impact on Pawniard taking down most of its health, bringing it into the red. Meanwhile, I knew the move she was talking about but played into her little game, letting Raichu attack Toxapex with Quick Attack and get poisoned from the attack.</s> <\|message\|>Bae Rebecca smirked; to her, it seemed as though she was going to win. She had set up her moves perfectly, as far as she was concerned. She looked over at the frail Pawniard, knowing full well that he was likely to not make it to the end of the match, but she pushed forward regardless. The way Toxapex was battling was a stark contrast to how easily she had been taken out earlier that same day by this same trainer. She smiled once again with undeserved confidence. She called for the Pawniard to use Dark Pulse once more, the move working wonders in her mind at taking both opposing Pokemon down a notch or two. With this she also examined the Raichu, it definitely looked as though Baneful Bunker had done its job, setting her up for her Toxapex's next move. She called out for it to attack the Raichu as well, following her last move up with a double-strength Venoshock.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca While the attack against Raichu didn't take him out, it did leave him on low health, and Passimian was far from half health. Having Passimian use the same move - Giga Impact - took Pawniard down, Raichu didn't have to worry about Baneful Bunker anymore, so I had him use Thunder Wave on Toxapex, taking it down into the red, being effective against it.</s> <\|message\|>Bae Rebecca was thoroughly shocked by the turn of events. She was slowly beginning to realize that perhaps this trainer was better than she expected. However, she was never one to admit defeat easily, especially considering the wager she had placed down upon the battle. Both here and in the battle, she was on her back foot. Suddenly realizing that if she handed over her clothing, she had no way of buying any replacements - her satchel just full of items and a few pieces of jewellery at this point. She knew that she had to make an effort to follow up her attack and make the most of the arena. Calling out for Toxapex to use Surf, Rebecca knew that she had to make some more notches on Passimian if she had any hopes of winning her battle and keeping her dignity.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Surf barely affected Passimian or Raichu; it only took Passimian to half-health but left Raichu at a quarter health. Finally, it was my turn again, and I had Passimian use Giga Impact to finish off Toxapex once and for all. And it took down the entire team in one fell swoop. Laughing lightly, I brought my Pokémon back into their balls after that, before finally walking over to her with a huge smirk on my face. So then, about our bet?</s> <\|message\|>Bae Seeing Toxapex fall limp against the battlefield, she could feel her heart drop. She may have been a thief and a criminal, but she was one that wouldn't neg on a bet. She took a step back, tossing her bandanna and hat out in front of her, almost as if she was setting a boundary for him to follow. Having him see her face was rough enough, but she was quickly going to end up in a very compromising situation. She crossed her arms in front of her as she grabbed the hem of her t-shirt. She lifted the thin material quickly, making no show of it as she tossed it to the floor also, her large skull medallion falling back against her chest. Her bra was an innocent looking pink lace with the clasp in the front, a stark contrast to the outfit she wore to match her teammates. Once the ill fitting t-shirt was removed from her body, it was obvious that her breasts were more sizable than they had appeared beforehand. She felt embarrassed, but really didn't want to drag out the situation, and soon her shorts and boots were a part of the ever growing pile of her clothing. Her socks were a pale white trainer sock, clashing heavily with her black silk panties, the woman standing there in her underwear.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Scooping up the clothing, I smirked, looking the girl over as I made a grabbing motion with my hands. "And here I thought Skull Grunt girls didn't wear bras," I said, "guess I was wrong. And...I didn't say just your outer clothing, I meant all of it....and don't forget you're going to need to get down on your knees." I stuffed the now strewn clothing into an extra bag I had. "After that...well, your pokemon are knocked out, so it's not like you could win them back, could you?" Grinning, I took just a step closer over the emotional boundary she had set. "Plus, you look much cuter without the bandana."</s> <\|message\|>Bae "I'm getting to it!" she snapped, her nerves getting the better of her. The way he was teasing her, staring at her, it made her nervous, but she could also feel herself getting aroused. It was something she had never done before. She wanted to argue that she still had Pokemon left, but the whole thing seemed like a moot point at this juncture. She started with the socks, peeling them off of her feet slowly, trying to buy time before she had to remove anything else. She tossed the small pieces of white cotton, the pair falling heavily to the dusty scrub. Now she was stood in just her underwear, timidly deciding which item to shed first. She fumbled with the waistband of her silk panties, before moving to play with the straps on her bra. She felt like he might be annoyed by how long she was taking, but she was fighting against her modesty at this point. She decided to bite the bullet, grabbing the panties and pushing them down to her ankles before kicking them over to him. She shivered a little, the cool air rushing over her nethers, her pink hair shaved into a little heart over it. She felt ever so exposed, taking off her medallion before reaching up and unclasping the toggle between her breasts, arching her back and flinging the pink lace. Her breasts bounced free of their casing, her nipples standing firm upon her chest as they were exposed. Her body bared for all that cared to look.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Thankfully, the two of us weren't really close to any town, so being in almost the open near fields of tall grass gave her a slight bit of cover from any passing trainer. After she kicked off her panties, I smirked and chuckled, "Huh, I always wondered if the carpet matched the drapes, guess I was right," I said with a wink. "And such a cute pattern too." Though after she finished with every last piece of cover, I picked it all up, putting them into the bag. Perfect, now then. I hope you didn't forget about the second part of our deal, right?" I asked, walking closer to her, eyeing her up and down, taking in each and every single bit of bare skin.</s> <\|message\|>Bae She took one knee, exposing her little slit, then two, hiding it once again. With each drop of her height, her breasts swayed substantially, her obviously malleable breasts needing support to halt their movement as she moved. She paused as her breasts settled, feeling more embarrassed by the little things her body was doing now than the actual nakedness in front of another human being. The wind blew through the trees, her nipples puckering as the cold air rushed around her. "I'm sorry for trying to take your items," she said sincerely.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca As she settled herself down, and after I've made sure to crush her spirit a little, it was good to see the rewards. The naked girl down on her knees apologizing was quite a sight, to see such a reformed grunt. But it was time to break her spirit once again, Hah, that's alright of an apology if you can call it that. This may make me feel a little better...but it doesn't make up for all you've done. No, I want an apology for that, and it'll also get you your clothing back. I said, before looking down at her, dropping the bag of clothing behind me. I slowly begin to unbutton and unzip my jeans, dropping them to the ground, along with my boxers. After which, I said, I'll make sure to make you learn from your mistakes and apologize for real to me.</s> <\|message\|>Bae She thought it was over, so it was all the more of a shock when the man stood in front of her and began to unbuckle. She couldn't believe that this was where it was headed, but it wasn't like she could protest. She was here, on her knees, naked as the day she was born. Nobody would have any sympathy for the situation she had gotten herself into. Her eyes were naturally drawn to the dick that was mere feet from her face, dead in her eyeline. The sight was unlike anything she had seen before, which only made her all the more nervous. What was he expecting? More importantly, what was he expecting her to do with that!? Her breathing quickened as she felt all the more naked than she had before, her petite naked body essentially free game for him right now. She wondered if this had been his plan from the start, almost as if she had waltzed into his trap. But ultimately it didn't matter, she was in his domain now.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca It was truly my plan from the start of the battle, to make sure she learned her place. I could see the fear and nervousness in her eyes when I presented it in front of her, and it only brought a grin to my face. Walking ever so closer up to her with the base of my cock in hand, my shaft only mere inches away from her face; I let go of it, letting it drop directly against her face. The hard 7 1/2 inches slid across the length of her quite scared face, over her eye, cheek, and mouth. And after what felt like minutes, were merely seconds that went by, before I opened my mouth once again. "Now, i'm sure you grunts haven't had much experience in the sex ed. department, but i'm sure with some 'hands-on' experience, you'll learn pretty fast." While this was going on, most likely unknown to the naked girl on her knees, there were other trainers catching and battling pokemon now, inhabiting the field more and more, though thanks to the tall grass the two were in, they were pretty concealed.</s> <\|message\|>Bae With his dick rubbing over her face, she wasn't sure how to react. She really was stuck between a cock and a hard place. He might actually hurt her, but as strong as she was, she would basically be helpless to do anything about it. She may have gotten herself into something she couldn't get out of... She turned to crawl away, then stopped suddenly. She felt very awkward, and didn't have another word to say either. She was about to leave out of pure embarrassment, but she really did have to honour her bet. She was a grunt of her word. Her slit glistened in the low light, her body cold from the exposure. On all fours she was like a Miltank, her breasts swinging beneath her like udders.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Setting down the bag, I pulled out the bandana and slowly got closer to her. After getting behind the helpless girl, I positioned myself to line up the head of my big friend with her slightly wet slit. I reached forward and wrapped the bandana around her face, knowing she'd want to hide it at least. Not even a second after though, I pushed, forcing my cock into her awaiting slit. Feeling the tight wetness, it felt warm yet a bit cold with her body temperature, so I decided a good dicking down would fix that.</s> <\|message\|>Bae She could feel the bandanna tied back around her face before the near immediate stretching of her pristine slit to accommodate something insanely thick and warm. She could feel him deep inside of her, stretching her, the unfamiliar sensation causing her to squeal. "W...wait..." she said, his hips pressed firmly against her ass, the entirety of his throbbing girth filling her. She couldn't believe that losing to this man had put her in this position both metaphorically and physically. "I ... I'm not ready. ... I'm not on protection ... I ... ahhhn." She said, finding any excuse she could think of that might end up sticking. Hoping he would leave her be in some manner.</s>	<\|message\|>Rebecca He didn't care for her excuses, nor was he putting up with them. "Well then, if you're not on protection then you're going to either overpower me or beg me to pull out when I get close," he said, looking down at her. He had already taken her down a peg with the battles and the stripping, but he wanted to utterly break her and make her reform. His hands were working, sliding down her body and latching onto those hanging breasts of hers, groping and teasing her nipples. While down below, with each thrust he was pushing her against the ground, forcing her ass to stick up more for him. The sounds of the wet slapping of each thrust into her got louder and louder, the friction definitely causing her skin to warm up a bit more.</s>
<\|description\|>Dexter Flint Species: Growlithe Gender: Male Moves: -Bite -Roar -Ember -Howl Bio: Dexter was born and raised in Frigid Peak, a small town far to the north of Allure. There was snow on the ground year-round, which made it nearly impossible to grow crops. It was a fairly successful mining town, which was a good thing, since trade was very important to keep it going. Without the ability to grow their own food, they had to constantly import food from the south. Trade caravans heading along the long, winding road that lead to the town weren't an uncommon sight. Dexter was the oldest of 8 pups, and as a result, was also the biggest and strongest. He would constantly pick on his younger siblings, as well as other Pokemon that happened to be smaller than him. He had several friends that would help him bully other Pokemon. Sometimes they would do harmless things, such as exploring the town's outskirts. Most of the time, though, they were up to no good. Dexter and his gang of troublemakers soon gained a bad reputation among the townsfolk. Eventually, the townsfolk, and even Dexter's own family got tired of him and his group causing trouble. They were all cast out of Frigid Peak, and it was made very clear that they wouldn't be allowed to come back. Dexter and his group wanted to get back at the people who had banished them from their hometown, but at the moment there was nothing they could do. Just when they were ready to give up, they stumbled upon something amazing. There was an abandoned outpost not too far from Frigid Peak that had a worn-out trading caravan parked nearby. Okay, it may not have been that amazing, but it gave Dex an idea. If the residents of Frigid Peak were going to treat them like bandits, then they were going to be bandits. There were plenty of supplies left at the outpost that allowed them to fix it up. They then set off in search of one of the caravans on the road to Frigid Peak. Their first raid was easy. There was normally nothing in the area that posed a threat, so they caught the driver completely off guard. They managed to get away with all of the supplies that the townspeople were trading. It was filled with all kinds of gemstones and ores, which they managed to sell on the black market. After they'd raided several more caravans, some filled with ores from the mines, and some filled with supplies that the townspeople needed, the traders were beginning to get smart. They brought bodyguards with them to fend off the Dexter's bandits, and sometimes took a different path up the mountain. There were also guild members coming after them. This made things a lot more difficult, but they managed to avoid getting caught, and most of their raids were still successful. Everything changed, however, when a team of guild members found the outpost that Dex's group was using as their headquarters. They waited until night to attack, and ended up catching the group of bandits completely off guard. They put up a fight, but most of them ended up getting arrested that night, including Dexter. The group of bandits disbanded after that. Dexter never saw any of them again. He spent several years in prison after that. He constantly got into fights, one of which resulted in a scar on his chest. The guards were douchebags. He was confined to a cell most of the time. Needless to say, he hated it there. He was forced to sit behind the bars of his cell, waiting for freedom. After what felt like decades, he was finally released. Appearance: Dexter's fur is a lot thicker than normal due to the climate he was raised in. He also has a large scar across his chest, but it's mostly covered by his fur. Differences: He has Howl, which he inherited from his Mightyena father.</s> <\|message\|>Rebecca Crescent "Oh," I say to Levita, withdrawing the Chesto Berry and holding it in my hand. "I guess I'll just eat it myself… actually, wait, no, that's a bad idea… You still didn't sleep all day, did you? Or do you not need to sleep at all? I'll just save it for later." I listen to what the Goomy has to say, wondering why I haven't heard of something so ridiculously important as I think about what to do. I notice the Nidoran emanating a really intense feeling of despair towards me, and I use Confusion to move the Pichu slightly to the right, diverting his attack from the Nidoran, and Teleport between the two of them. I noticed that Levita's Tailwind move blew my hair around in a way that I thought was pretty cool, and I think I should tell her to do that more often later. "Okay, okay," I say to the two of them, trying desperately to keep a straight face and not break out laughing as I hold up both of my arms as a way of telling them to stop. "Let me try and shed some light on the possibilities here; what we all really need to do is… lighten up..." I snicker and grin at my puns before calming down myself. that should soften them up a bit, one way or another… "All puns aside, though," I reason, "There's a lot of problems with this whole situation. First off, like Levita said, I highly doubt that this necklace is the real deal. If this Light Orb is really that important, then why would this lady here just waltz into a guild full of tough adventurers like us and just wear it around her neck like that? She's either toting a fake, or she's not very bright, and I highly doubt the latter. Also, Static, if you want to recharge these orbs or whatever, you should probably just slow down for a moment and try to reason with her instead of just trying to trap her here and take it from her. That's kind of a jerkish thing to do." I have to admit that this is still kind of confusing, though. But maybe if I manage to make everyone stop hitting each other, I can glean something more out of this...</s> <\|message\|>Chip -Chip- I sensed them chase each other more, and I got angry. "WHAT DID CHIP JUST SAY TO YOU? NO. CHASING," I yell at the pichu and nidoran before the pichu attacks the nidoran. Levita immediately jumps in and tries to talk some sense into them, but peace is NOT the answer! Not for these type, anyway. I jump in and use sand attack on the pichu, who was probably going to win the fight if Rebecca and I hadn't jumped in. I listen to Rebecca and her lecture, and I look at the goomy. "Is he friend of yours? He not good friend. You should not be friends with bad pichu like him," I say to it before turning back and using Harden, just in case it was going to retaliate like it did with the nidoran. -William- I noticed Bonnie begin to get nervous as we got closer to the mansion. She mentioned something about a stash of warp seeds and I look around. "Well, maybe whoever owns that mansion found your warp seeds. Besides, if you hid it and you remembered it was somewhere around here, then you should be able to remember exactly where it was. Where was the last place you put them?" I ask, beginning to look with her. I felt like either the heat was getting to her, or she had something to do with the owner of the mansion, because she looked like she was sweating bullets. I was able to find a red gummi while I was searching, though, so that was a bonus.</s>	<\|message\|>Dexter Flint Josh, Matt, Celes, and Spruce all went down to the mess hall together. Once they got there, Spruce stopped for a moment, asking what happened to Anthony. For some reason, he'd assumed that he was kicked off the team. "Anthony never got kicked off the team. He just woke up before Matt and I did." Josh said. "He's probably looking for a mission for us to do or something." They appeared to be serving Chesto Berries today. Josh and Matt each took one, and sat down at one of the tables. "So, anyway, there's been a few changes to our team since the last time we ran into each other." Josh said. "Hex left the team a while back. I'm not sure where she went, though. We've also recruited a new teammate. A Sableye named Xeno."</s>
<\|description\|>Atlas (Corporal to his WWI buddies) Age: Looks 21(148 years, but who's counting?) Mood Music I Guess Gender: Male Species:Vampire Appearance: About 6'0", with messy blonde hair and muddy red eyes. Pale skin, Caucasian, and longer nails. Average facial features, excluding a small scar below his right eye that causes pain. Doesn't care to hide his fangs, as his hygiene is one of his few redeeming traits. Easily blends into crowds. Wears some tattered Victorian clothes to keep the memory of his past life behind(maroon sports jacket, white shirt, green dress pants, loafers). Whenever he goes out, he wears cracked sunglasses to disguise his red eyes. Background: Was transformed into a vampire in the year 1889. A college student, working at Oxford University, London, he had a promising life ahead of him. His name at birth was Adam, and he lived a happy life. Coming from a fairly wealthy family at the very end of the Industrial Revolution, Adam imagined his life as going smoothly, figuring he would create a medicine company with his expertise, and grow even more wealthy. He had no idea of the horrors he would witness One late afternoon, Adam was walking in the 'shady' part of town when he came across a caravan advertising rare ingredients at low prices. Figuring this could help him with studies, he stumbled into the smoky room. An old man sat at the end, looking through some papers. He approached the old man, and inquired about the ingredients. The old man went on and on about his stock, but Adam immediately dismissed almost each and every one as a fraudulent version of some existing chemical. After inquiring about anything worthwhile, the old man pulled out a small wooden chest with a lock on it. After fumbling around to open it, a stench filled the room. 3 hunks of rock sat in the chest, which Adam would later identify as brimstone, meteorite, and solid hellfire. He immediately purchased all 3, and ran back into the lab to begin work on his new pet project. After a few days of fiddling with the stones, Adam unwittingly created a new gas that not even he knew about: one that attracted paranormal beings. He had been working late, and a small lab fire, mixing with the brimstone, obsidian, and chlorine Adam had been working with, created a smell extremely attractive to beings such as vampires and demons. It was no surprise Adam was cornered by a vampire the very next evening. Working late yet again, Adam had spilled blood while cleaning some equipment. This sealed his fate, and as he stumbled home he was attacked by a member of the undead. Adam was well read, and so knew of these creatures. He ran into the countryside, feeding on the occasional sheep. He lived in fear of society, as the urges to feast on human flesh grew. 33 years after he was turned, World War One started. He had been lurking around a small village when the news hit, and figured he could use it as an opportunity to get some food. He hid under tarps, hiding under cars until he arrived at the training camp, taking the place of a recruit looking quite similar to him: one Atlas Johnson. Somehow hiding his terrible secret, he made it to the trenches. The horrors of the gas warfare, along with the monstrous Panzer units, scared Atlas for life. He fought until the war ended, hiding in rural Siberia until the second World War broke out, taking the distracted U.S.S.R as an opportunity to escape. The moniker Atlas stuck, and so he jumped from country to country, war to war until eventually settling in Brooklyn. He began researching the occult once again, and ran into the mysterious Seph Kane. Due to Atlas' experience, and knowledge in alchemy, he was recruited. Atlas chose Belfast due to isolation, and the abundance of wild game to feed off of. Current Life: Due to sunlight aversion, set up in a rickety mine filled with bones and gold, both of which are useful for alchemy. Has a lab set up there for testing. He only goes out at night to drink at whatever local bar is open, usually keeping to himself in a corner. Visits local penitentiary on nights when he needs to feed. Has been in Belfast for two weeks and already loves the weather. Personality: After all these years has become very apathetic. Due to the horrors witnessed during war has a distaste for blood, which causes some turmoil when it comes time to feed. No longer believes in any higher power, and just wishes for the sweet release of death that will never come naturally. Has become an introvert due to aversion to sunlight. Spiteful of the living, but also just hates people. Raging alcoholic. Schools of Study: Alchemy, Botany Specialization: When it comes to alchemy, he is very knowledgeable in poison brewing and the science behind 'holy water', but has failed at that aspect. Wishes to find a cure to vampirism Spells: Ice Burst: The only spell Atlas bothered to learn, it allows him to freeze objects, create hunks of ice, and lower body temperature, the last of which was never a problem for a vampire. He is very used to it by now, though using it too often will tire him out, leaving him incapacitated. This makes him wish to avoid using said spell, out of paranoia. Abilities: Carbon Vision -Knows the chemical makeup of most plants and animals. Shaken, Not Stirred -Can make 'quick fix' potions such as healing and poison. Undead and Hating It -Superhuman strength,Able to mesmerize people for short periods of time, Can turn into a bat Been There Done That -Extremely knowledgable when it comes to history Flower Power -Has some botany skills to help him grow ingredients, and can identify many plants. Close Minded -Takes pride in his brewing skills, but lacks knowledge in many other subjects. Been Around the Block -Due to living for 148 years, can fluently speak English, Italian, French, and Soviet-era Russian Weaknesses: Sunlight, Jesus and Co., Holy things in general, a minor distaste for garlic, has to be invited indoors Equipment: -Poison Bottle: Filled with a nightshade-venom mix that he has been working towards perfecting for centuries -Erlenmeyer Flask(4): Used to make potions -Bag of Ingredients: Small ingredients used in Alchemy -Raven:Pet -Gas Mask: A gag item -Heavy Gloves: Used when handling acidic/destructive materials. Prevents the need for restoration, which takes up energy. I'm going to list all seven knives here. 6 are from W&R, and one is the heirloom Tubuel: This blade emits a bright light that can be seen by all within a certain radius Raguel: This blade ignites when the proper incantations are spoken Simiel: This blade emits a loud noise when the proper incantations are spoken Inias: This blade attracts insects from within a small area. Saboac: This blade is constantly covered in poison Tubuas: This blade acts as an opposite to Uriel, and sucks in light, leaving a void of darkness around it Uriel: This blade ran in the family, and thus only responds to those of their descent. It is seemingly linked via magic, or Atlas would be unable to use it due to the vampire cells. Operates as a boomerang. When Used In Unision: Tubuel+Tubuas: Creates a radar of nearby living things Raguel+Saboac: Flame grows twice as strong Inias+Simiel: Attracts insects from a larger area than Tubuel alone Other: Pretty good at the mandolin and bartending. Here he is</s> <\|message\|>Drake Sigurd Across a small apartment building, a mouth to a rocky forest, the sound of a tree falling over shook the nearby earth with a loud thud. Drake was dressed in his casual attire with his brown cowl to help conceal him from the chilly Maine breeze. With his monster of an axe in his grip he had already severed a few trees, and had begun to make them into dividable pieces. It was around this time that Drake would collect fire wood for the coming frigid days of winter. This also gave him some additional 'training' as he thought, or at least would make the excuse of, mindlessly swinging his axe and making cheesy poses and moves from some poor imitation of an action movie that any on looker would think anything but cool or viable moves. After dismembering a few logs it dawned upon him that he was supposed to be at work today. Cursing to himself he would run out of the woods, deciding that he'd continue after wards, and would sprint back by his apartment and across more of the road. Though he didn't have a mode of transportation he didn't live too far from the old building. Arriving after about 30 minutes of sprinting he would collapse on the sidewalk out of breathe.</s> <\|message\|>Jaklo Wright Jaklo sized up the new meat. He was even younger than him. If he was a hunter, which seemed unlikely considering the magic pulsing around him, and he distinctly smelled of strange ingredients with a hint of brimstone. A demonologist? An Alchemist? Either way the kid seemed massively underwhelming. Jaklo had heard there was someone supposed to stop by about joining, but now Jaklo was doubting Markiel's judgement. It seemed more like they were taking in a stray than a new recruit. The kid was dressed scraggy regular clothes, not even good field gear, and honestly seemed like he wanted to run and hide just from a basic conversation. Jaklo stepped around Lenya, and approached the kid looking him up and down. "If you think this is just a club for mages then you will be rudely awakened. So think twice before you sign anything. This isn't a job you usually get to retire from." Jaklo was cold and clear. He made sure the message was conveyed and headed down to the first floor to discuss something with Markiel. The warlock was standing behind the reception desk as he read from his new tome that was on the desktop. The sign on the front door had been flipped to say closed, an extremely rare occurrence. Mark muttered in Polish his face full of concern. Kelvin was on his shoulder and cawed when it saw Jaklo. Markiel looked up and instantly his visage changed to his normal positive demeanor. "Jaklo, I din't'ear you come down." He said his accent now think having just been using his native tongue. "The sign's flipped. You never do that. Clearly we have something going on. Care to share?" Jaklo inquired casually. "We noticed an irregularity. A strange weather front has been expanding from the north. It's entirely unnatural. It's been getting worse as it moves. It already has dropped the temperature twenty degrees and at the origin point the temperature is dipping into the single digits. I've been studying all I can, but I'm no closer right now. Seph is going to address everyone in a couple minutes. He just wanted to sort out somethings. I'll get Maria. Please get everyone up to his office." Markiel wasn't foolish enough to try and sound cheery as he explained all of this. Jaklo nodded and climbed the stairs back up. He grinned to the crowd. "Seems like fate has given us great timing for the new arrival. We've got a case. Looks like you're getting to see what we do first hand. Everyone needs to be in Seph's office in five." He was clearly mocking the kid at this point, but he didn't care. If this kid couldn't handle this then how could he handle facing down a sphinx about to bite his head off or a vodoo doctor trying to dissect him. Jaklo headed for his cubicle and collected his things. He changed clothes into field gear. On top of it all was Visage. He pulled out Arcane Justice and strolled back to the group. Which had been joined by Glory with a basket of warm, buttery, corn muffins. "OooOoo muffins!" Jaklo said taking two from the basket and chowing down. He realized he probably looked like a pig and as such promptly justified himself, "With great power comes great metabolism." He said just after swallowing, "Anyway... Glory, we have a case so there's a meeting in five in Seph's office."</s> <\|message\|>Atlas (Corporal to his WWI buddies) Glancing up from his computer, Atlas comments on the announcement."Ah, things are about to get interesting. My first field case.", Atlas grimaced. He knew something was up, call it his supernatural spider sense. He knew there would be others. People were running late today, so they would not be alone when it came time to face this evil. Atlas recoiled yet again. Another priest, or something. For him, the work environment was particularly hostile. Gory Grey? No, the name would be less...crude. Atlas didn't care, and so opened a drawer in his desk. He pulled out a dusty satchel, with spots for vials and other small objects. He swiveled his chair, turning over to the second desk. He pulled out some of his more...violent? No. More than that. At a loss for words, he just settled upon atomic potions. He also grabbed healing and mana potions, and a small sack of spices. He thought for a second,"Did I miss anything?". Something clicked. He had forgotten two extremely important weapons. Well, one. He was waiting for a parcel delivery that delivered a component of the other. He commented how it would help with his brewing, then turned to a dusty book The title read: A COMPLETE EXPLANATION AS TO WHY THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS SANTA. He opened it, dust flying everywhere. It was hollow, and a key was inside. He took this key, then pulled a small box out, from below his desk. Fumbling with the lock, he opened the box. A set of extremely sharp knives sat in some expensive looking cloth. There were enchantments to make the blades unholy monstrosities. The others had magic, and magic guns, and muffins, but at least Atlas had decent cutlery. He put them in his satchel, and removed his coat. Sunlight could not penetrate these clouds, but just in case he pulled out a large umbrella, sticking it in the bag. He stood, wearing some Victorian clothing and a wicked grin on his face. He always worked better when something was at stake. Just before leaving, he grabbed a bottle of liquor. Vampirism didn't counteract raging alcoholism. He rejoined the group, a seemingly different person "Well then. It seems we have a case. Cheers.", he said, as he laughed and drank at the same time, a seemingly impossible feat. "What is it, 2, 3 people haven't shown up for work? We're screwed seven ways to Sunday. We can hope, da?". He had slipped back into Russian. "Excuse that slip up. And you, boy". He turned to Coal. He was thinking, in a spiteful manner, "Don't go poking around in the head of somebody 7 times your age. I've met con men with more finesse than you.". He merely told the rest, "Let's hope SOMEBODY dies this time" Chuckling, he began to head upstairs, knowing full well he pissed just about everyone off. He tripped on the stairs, turning it into a failed flip. But he didn't stop laughing. He sat down at the table, opened his bags, and began organizing his bottles and potions before the meeting began.</s>	<\|message\|>Atlas (Corporal to his WWI buddies) posted in wrong thread sorry</s>
<\|description\|>Tyler A confident and determined trainer who enjoys the challenge of capturing wild Pokémorphs. His personality leans towards assertiveness, as he approaches the situation with Espeon in a confrontational manner. He has a strong bond with his Arcanine Pokémon, which suggests that he values loyalty and strength in his partners.</s> <\|description\|>Espeon A psychic Pokémon morph who enjoys her solitude and freedom. She is cautious around humans due to past experiences but also displays a certain level of assertiveness when she feels threatened or intruded upon. Physically, she is a fit and tall pink-furred creature with split-tipped ears, two long tails, and perky nipples. Her eyes are purple in color.</s> <\|narrator\|>A Pokémon morph named Espeon is enjoying her sunbathing when she notices a trainer named Tyler with his Arcanine Pokemon approaching her. After a confrontation, the two engage in battle. However, before long, Espeon uses a powerful ability to transform both the trainer and his Arcanine into female Arcanine morphs. The transformed trainer becomes infatuated with the Espeon and asks to stay with her as a pet instead of being recaptured by another trainer.</s> <\|message\|>Tyler Nothing in the world was better than sunbathing. Today was the perfect day, and many Pokémon and Pokémorphs alike were enjoying the warm weather. Two tall pink ears twitched as purple eyes opened up. The pink-furred figure stood and stretched, just as a few humans walked by. They stopped and stared for a moment, but soon moved on. Her split-tipped tail swung behind her as she walked towards the ocean before her. Unlike some of her siblings, Espeon enjoyed swimming every now and again. What she liked most though was drying her fur in the sun after a lovely swim. Twenty minutes later, the morph walked out of the water and laid on a large rock that was put on the beach for fire Pokémon or Morphs to sunbathe on. Of course, a lot more than just those types used it. Espeon lay out with her feet crossed at her ankles and her tail flicked from side to side as she closed her eyes. She could hear everything going on around her, but what awakened her was the fact that the sun was setting behind some clouds. Pouting, Espe decided to get up and head back into the woods so she could be on her way home. Usually she didn't travel through the woods where trainers hunted her kind. She stuck to city streets and other paths, but since her last battle, her clothes had been ripped up and with nothing to wear, she had to travel like any other Pokémorph. Yes, that's right. Espeon was naked. Her nipples became perky as a breeze blew by, but she barely even noticed. The psychic morph decided to rest along the side of a well-traveled path. Her purple eyes closed, but she was on full alert, just in case someone came by.</s> <\|message\|>Espeon Tyler sighed softly as he slowly moved through the city. Today would be the day that he caught himself a pokemorph, it was the perfect weather today, and he knew that a lot of pokemorphs would be out in the woods today. Of course, a lot of them were shy, but he didn't care; he was going to get one, no matter what. He knew the forests outside the city very well, and therefore he also knew where he was going to look. He looked down at the pokeball in his hand and smiled. His Arcanine was strong enough to take on any possible challenge, so he wasn't worried about anything right now. He saw the outskirts of the forest and then moved a bit faster, so he could get there as fast as possible. He soon reached the forest and let out his Arcanine so she would be ready to challenge a pokemorph or defend him against one. She started looking around before catching the scent of a morph that had been there not long ago. "Lead the way, Arcanine," he said, and they ran after her. Of course, he couldn't run as fast as his Arcanine, but he had trained her so she wouldn't run too fast that he couldn't follow her. The female Arcanine stopped near an Espeon morph... A naked one... That wasn't something you saw every day. "Okay, Espeon, get up! Let's fight!" he told her with a smile upon his lips, as his Arcanine took a defensive stand. He was ready, and so was his Arcanine. "If you don't fight, I'll just have Arcanine weaken you until you are weak enough to get caught!" he told her as he looked over at her with a confident smile upon his lips. He loved battles, and hopefully this Espeon would put up a good fight.</s> <\|message\|>Tyler It was the Arcanine's scent that made Espeon open her eyes slowly. There was a trainer there with his large canine Pokemon, ready and waiting to battle. She just sighed softly and stood up slowly. Once up on her feet, she stood at five feet six inches tall and her fit body showed she did a lot of running. Purple hues looked the two over as her ears pinned back a bit. Her lips pursed together and she took a step forward. As the jewel on her forehead began to glow slightly, Espeon brought her hands up to a fighting position like a human would. While she could speak just like humans could, the psychic Pokemon gave no hint of her ability. She just wanted to get this fight over with and maybe have some fun in the process. She was tired of humans trying to capture her and she planned on teaching this one a lesson.</s> <\|message\|>Espeon He smiled as he saw this and then nodded. "Good... Let's get this started then! Arcanine! Use Fire Blast!" He ordered, as he watched Arcanine move into an offensive stance, before taking in its breath and then firing its powerful fire blast towards the Espeon. He wasn't sure if this Espeon could speak or not, but he knew that most pokemorphs could, especially the psychic types. Once the fire blast was sent away, Arcanine took a defensive stand and waited for its opponent's next move, as well as for any orders from its trainer. He didn't need to use Sunny Day, since the sun was already shining and powering up its fire moves. He hoped that fire blast wouldn't be enough to take out this morph, because if it was, he wouldn't be able to use her on his team; she would be too weak. Of course, he would heal her and then leave her alone. She seemed very strong, the strongest he had seen so far.</s> <\|message\|>Tyler The Fire Blast was a powerful one, she would admit that. Espeon was quick to use Protect, the flames just licked to either side of her as they bounced off an invisible shield. Just like the others. Her eyes began to glow blue and soon Arcanine was in the air. Not only did she pick up his Pokemon, but she picked the male up as well, putting them side by side. "Now now," she said, scoffing at the human. "Did you really think your dog could beat me?" She asked him. "Since you think you are so amazing, I'm going to see how you deal with being one of my kind." Espeon was never this malicious, but she was just tired of always having to run and find a new home once a trainer had his eye on her. She began to mumble something under her breath. The two began to glow and she pushed them together by bringing her hands towards one another. There was a bright flash of light and it was done. From where the Arcanine and trainer were hanging now hung a female Arcanine Morph. "See? Not so fun is it?" She asked as she put the Morph back on the ground so he could figure out what had happened to him. Espeon's slender arms crossed over her bare chest as she stood there to watch over the Arcanine.</s> <\|message\|>Espeon He smiled slightly as he saw the green shield around the Espeon, a powerful pokemorph indeed. "Okay Arcanine! Let's try with Heat Wave!" He told it, but just as it was about to move, he saw the light blue line around it and then growled, but he soon after felt the same blue line around his body as he was lifted up into the air as well. "Hey! Put me down!" He told her in a scared tone. "My Arcanine is not just a dog!" He told her in a cold tone, but then felt how she now started moving him closer to his Arcanine while mumbling something. What was she going to do? He asked her, he had heard what she had said about being one of her kind, but he didn't quite understand her. He saw the glow, but was unable to do anything about it. He saw the bright light and his eyes widened. The light was gone soon after, and so was his Arcanine. He was put down on the ground, and immediately fell to his knees as he had gained some new weight on his chest. "What did you do to me?" He asked her, looking down his body, seeing that it was all covered in fur. His eyes widened and he screamed... But it wasn't a male scream. It was a female scream. "Where is my Arcanine?" He asked her in a scared tone. She was his friend, he didn't know what he should do without her. She had always been there for him... He needed her!</s> <\|message\|>Tyler The Espeon just clicked her tongue at the boy, well, girl now. "Calm down dear. I've just made your friend...closer...than you think." She stepped forward and quickly straddled the Arcanine Morph as the male inside tried to figure out what was going on. Her paws cupped the canine's new breasts and she leaned forward to nip at her sensitive ear. "You and your Arcanine are one now. Only I can change you back to being human, but I don't think I'll do that just yet." Espeon gripped Arcanine's breasts firmly before she kissed the Morph roughly. The kiss lasted only a few minutes, but she had enjoyed it. "You are a pretty little thing aren't you?" Her hands moved from her breasts down her soft, furry stomach. "So soft too. I love your fur." Espeon licked her muzzle before getting up and off. "I think you oughtta be my little pet. What do you say?"</s> <\|message\|>Espeon As he heard her words, his eyes widened. "N-No.... T-This can't be true..." He mumbled and looked down. "W-Why not change us back?!" He asked her before he then felt her grab his breasts, and looked up at her. When he felt the kiss, his eyes widened, there was something about it... Something that felt very good, but he just couldn't tell what it was. He felt her hands on his stomach, and blushed a bit while he looked down at her. He felt the lick on his newly formed muzzle and just blushed even more. "P-Pet?!" He asked her in a scared tone. He didn't want to be someone's pet... He didn't want to belong to anybody, he just wanted to get his old body back and leave as fast as possible. He knew that he couldn't run away like this... He knew that people would try and capture him if he ran away. "I-Im not going to be your pet!" He told her in a nervous tone, unaware of what she could do.</s> <\|message\|>Tyler The jewel on her forehead began to glow and her purple eyes met his. "You will be my pet if you want to be human again," she said, as though using some sort of mind control on him. Espeon moved in closer and licked the Arcanine's muzzle once more. "If not, you can run free and be captured by someone else." She stepped back and waited for him to make up his mind. Of course, Espeon knew he would much rather stay and become human than be captured and stuck like that forever. Her paw moved through the Arcanine's hair and she giggled. "Oh, you're going to have so much fun learning from me," she said, excitedly.</s>	<\|message\|>Espeon He heard her words, and then sighed. She was right, and he knew it. Of course he wanted to be a human again, he didn't like being a female pokémon like this, he didn't like being a pokémorph. He felt the lick on his muzzle, and then sighed again. "I-I'll stay," he mumbled, but he didn't want to get caught by some new trainer and be stuck like this for the rest of his life. He felt her paw go through his fur and just looked down before he let out another sigh. "I'm not a good learner," he mumbled, wondering if she was going to have him stay like this for the rest of his life, or if she was going to change him back to his normal, former human self or not. "How long will you keep me like this then?" he asked her while he sighed. He wanted to know for how long he had to stay like this, so he would know if he had to get used to it or not.</s>
<\|description\|>Tori Neus Alias Nuisance Age 15 Gender Female Appearance Personality Tori is a straightforward and honest girl. She says what's on her mind and isn't afraid to do so. Tori is also quite the jokester. She makes puns and jokes whenever she feels it's appropriate, places whoopee cushions and other such prank items in certain places, and more. Skills -Cooking: Tori is a decent cook. -Trivia: Tori has learned a large amount of information over the years from various books and documentaries. -Puns: what place would be complete without puns? -Magic Tricks: with a lot of spare time on her hands, she tends to learn odd things. Powers - Creation: essentially, her power is to create anything. Of course, there are limitations to her creations: 1. No living creatures. Naturally. Even she can't create life that easily. 2. Reality: Tori cannot create something that doesn't physically exist. 3. Knowledge: Tori is limited to only creating what she knows and understands. 4: No magic: Tori can create things like magic rings and wands, but any magical properties they have will not be created. Other than ther, anything's fair game. Equipment -None hertory Tori's parents were often too busy with work to spend much time with her, so she spent most of her time alone in the house or with friends. With that time, Tori used it to learn. Admittedly, a lot of it was non-academic stuff, but it was fun. Regardless, Tori used her knowledge to humor and/or annoy her friends. One day, Tori wanted another whoopee cushion to add to her collection. All of a sudden, it was there on her bed. Confused, Tori then thought of getting another deck of playing cards, and a deck fell on her head. Tori continued to experiment further, and soon realized that she had the power to create. Then she moved on with her life, unperturbed by the discovery. She lived her life as an ordinary human, goofing around with friends and doing well academically. However, she couldn't resist using her power in secret every once in a while to create some funny situations. It was fun for a while, but novelty of it quickly wore out. Eventually, she realized that she was bored. She had an amazing power with very little practical use. As Tori walked home, she wondered what she should do. As she did so, she was pulled into an alleyway and a knife was placed near her throat. Tori soon realized that she was being mugged. However, she was not worried. With a thought and a hand in her pocket, Tori soon got the mugger to leave with a wad of counterfeit bills (George Washington was replaced with Abraham Lincoln). With the situation dealt with, Tori gave an idea some thought. Could she use her powers to do some good for her city? With the thought in mind, Tori went off to do some researching. One thing came to another, and she soon found herself with the Teen Titans. Other Titans Go!</s> <\|message\|>Korand'r It is hard to damper the spirits of a Tamaranean, they were a notoriously hearty people and the young Korand'r was no acceptation. Despite his nearly countless failed attempts at cooking, dozens of ruined pots, the multiple pleas from his fellow teammates to quite, a handful of food sick friends, and one case of him somehow setting a pot of water on fire Korand'r was still as determined as he ever was to master the arts of preparing Earthly cuisine. So with a fire in his eye and a pep in his step, well a pep in his non-step seeing as the young alien was currently floating above the ground, Korand'r began gathering ingredients for another attempt at a cake. Milk, flour half a dozen eggs, cheese, ham, pretzels, chocolate chips, and half a pineapple were just a few of ingredients that the alien gathered and dumped into a large mixing bowl. Korand'r was so consumed by the stirring of his "batter" that he was utterly oblivious to the fact that the whole of his team managed to gather behind him, well until they began to speak that is. Turning the young alien offered them his nearly trademark grin before speaking. "The good morning my friends!" His tone was as warm and kind as it always was, it never seeming to falter. As he listened to each of his teammates speak Korand'r didn't for a moment let up from his stirring, him mixing with such speed and force that in no time the once bowl of miscellaneous goods soon was all one uniform glob of goop. Dipping a finger in then quickly returning it to his mouth a look of pure bliss came over the orange fellows face. "Oh friends you must try the batter of the cake!" Korand'r said with glee, holding the bowl filled with the chunky orange yellow mix out towards his friends with excited eyes to see their take on his latest concoction. But as if a higher power was at play in order to save the other young heroes' taste buds from the brutality that was Korand'r's cooking yet another alarm was set off through out the tower, and a burning stove was not the culprit this time. Quickly each of the so called Teen Titans received an alert of the communicators each of them were given informing them that there was bank robbery in progress. To what could only be relief for his teammates Korand'r set aside his toxic brew of would be cake then turned back to them. "It seems the day is in the need of saving!" The alien exclaimed valiantly, looking over each of his teammates with a grin. "Titans do the go!"</s> <\|message\|>Jasper Simmons Jasper SimmonsQuickshot As Jasper was heading back inside from his archery practice, the alarms rang throughout the tower. From his belt, his communicator beeped, and he picked up his pace towards his room. He tossed aside the quiver of practice arrows, setting his bow beside his 'work' quiver, and quickly changed into his crime-fighting costume. For the most part, he wore it under his civilian clothes, hot as it may be in the summer. Satisfied once his domino mask was on his face, he slung the quiver and bow over his shoulder, hurrying back through the tower to the main living area. Sure enough, the team was assembled - but they didn't look like they were ready for battle. If anything, he could assume they'd already been gathered in the kitchen, given a few of the team's state of dress. Shifting his bow, he looked at his teammates. "I'm ready when you are," he told the room. "Anyone not flying or running?" Unfortunately, given the fact that the rest of his team had powers, Jasper was a little left behind when it came to transportation. He'd either have to rely on one of them to get him there, or take either his bike or the team's car. It really depended on whether or not someone else was going to be traveling with him. He could've just left without speaking with them, but he could practically feel his mentor's disappointment for even entertaining that thought. Being on a team meant communication, even if it was for something as simple as transportation to the scene of a crime.</s> <\|message\|>Tohi Lee "Thanks Tohi. I didn't fancy a round 2 with the pots." "Tohi, none for me? Lucky for you, I already have one. So, playing Cat-sanova with these two lovely ladies?" "You and your punny ways Tori. Now that your here, he has to entertain all 3 of us ladies. That'll be fun!" "Someone's having hormonal surges. Hay Tohi, is one of your enemies Anonymous? I hear they are the sworn enemies of furries" "Is blue upsetting? No, thank you, appetite is...not exactly a concern. By all means, Light, take more. Or you may have them, Tohi. What is a Catstanova? Do you mean Koran?" Now he had the attention of three women(and bat-mite), he'd had dreams (and nightmaes) that started or ended like this. Remember that scene in inside out where the boy's head is going defcon 2 with GIRL! GIRL! GIRL! alarm? He's not that bad off, but he has been stepped up to in his flirtation...Twice! "Thankfully, Toony, I've been blessed with a quick mind as well as body so I can keep pace with all three of you fairly. I saw you get one when I went through the room, so I knew you were already covered. But if you are hungry for something with more substance, let me know. If your of the lantern corps, blue is hope. And if I get the attention of an international hacker organization, then i'm League material for sure." Then the alarm went off for a bank robbery with the address. Being the fastest of the group, his function was obvious. He leaped up to the second floor where his gear was kept. Slapping on the holster belt and boots before pouncing down with a bounce. "Imp! With me, lets go do the recon while they catch up."</s> <\|message\|>Light "One moment Nova. Can't see a thing." Light said as Nova was cheerfully offering something he had apparently made while Light was struggling to pull the crock pot off her head. After a few moments of stumbling around, she managed to get it off, her head in the shape of the pot, at least until she shook her head back to normal. Looking at what Nova was offering gave her pause, but before she could refuse him, the alarm went off again. With a sigh of relief, Light pulled out her communicator to see what the problem was. "I guess its time to play Cops and Robbers!" Light said as she saw it was a bank robbery. At first she thought about pulling out one of her portable holes. She was halfway into pulling one out of her dress when Jasper asked the room about their travel plans, reminding Light that he didn't have any powers. Thinking better about it, Light put the hole away and said. "Well, I can't really 'fly'... Want me to go with you?" Light said moving next to Jasper. It would be interesting to know how he got around, Light just hoped that today wasn't an Anvil day. At any rate, she didn't really wanna run with Tohi today. Some days he was nice, some days though he went a little overboard. And anyways Light didn't know much about Jasper anyway. Maybe she could get him to be a bit more social like the rest of the team? Or so Light figured as she gave Jasper a large toothy grin while giving him a brief one armed hug.</s> <\|message\|>Xilmtoklp Bat Mite heard the alarms go off and he made another comment, "What's it this time? Baking cookies in your room?" The response that Nova gave to the alarm was not exactly what Jr had expected when it came to seeing action, a robbery didn't seem very worthy of his skills as an Imp and maybe it would be overkill to have all of them go, but Jr really wanted to do something with his powers. Tohi said to him that they should go and do some recon of the situation. It made sense they were some of the faster members of the team. Jr smiled at Tohi and was ready to go. "What ever you say kitty. Let's get going" and with those words, Bat Mite Jr exited the Titans' headquarters and took off into the sky heading towards the bank that was being robbed. He hoped that Tohi was as quick as he claimed to be and got hear soon. Assessing dangerous situations seemed to be a job better suited for more mature heroes than him and he had screwed up on a few occasions doing hero work by himself thanks to not doing proper recon. "I bet that these robbers are probably going to have hostages and make threats. I'm getting a very silver age feeling about this" Jr said to himself as floated almost half a block away from the bank so he didn't draw any attention to himself. He at least was going to wait for the team and not try to be the lone wolf and do something stupid.</s> <\|message\|>Albert Alphonse Kazam As the kitchen and dining room grew ever more crowded, Al sighed to himself. Ignored, he was, the others too attentive to their own conversations. T'was an odd feeling for the magician, as he was very much accustomed to being on the center stage and having the world's undivided attention whilst he dazzled them all with his - to toot his own horn - amazing talents. Even Kor, the resident alien and usually the one who would at least humor Al's self-centered ways, instead was busy insisting that everyone try his cake batter. That, Al immediately decided, had bad idea written all over it. Too many times did the others, himself included, make the mistake of trying Kor's cooking only to end up paying for it in the bathroom later on. As if being saved by divine intervention, the alarms went off, this time for an actual emergency. With a great weight lifted from his shoulders, Al stood to his feet and, able to retain his encouraging attitude toward Kor, said with a frown, "Well, damn it all. Looks like we'll have to try that cake another time." he even patted Kor's shoulder to really sell his sympathetic act, "But, duty calls, and who am I to deny my audience the wonder and splendor of my magnificence?" With that, Al gave a wave of his wand and spoke an incantation he had recently invented for himself, "Emitwohs s'ti, pu tius!" with his backward proclamation, his clothes gave a bright glow that suddenly completely enveloped the mage. Once faded, Al was now in his magical attire, his previous outfit now adorning the mannequin in his room, since his spell had essentially swapped the outfits. A rather convenient spell it was, too, since Al no longer had to worry about taking the time to painstakingly adorn his suit, which was quite a meticulous task since manually putting on a suit like Al's required one to be very careful not to induce a wrinkle somewhere since such a mistake would blemish an otherwise handsome attire. "Let the opening act begin!" said Al, even taking off his hat briefly to make a bow like a performer coming out on stage.</s>	<\|message\|>Tori Neus "Heh, slow down there," Tori said to Tohi before shoving the last of her donut into her mouth. It was definitely still a good donut. Tori then looked over to Spectra and smiled at her confusion. "Don't worry, Spectra, it's not important," Tori explained. Nova was also already on the way to create another "cake", which made Tori both amused and just a little bit concerned, but before the creation could cause another disaster, an alarm blared, this time signaling a real disaster outside the headquarters. She would've loved to chat some more, but she supposed that it would have to come at another time. "Looks like it's time to do some crime fighting," Tori said calmly as she took off her glasses. Tori concentrated a little, and a white suit began to appear on Tori's person. Simple white pants, an open jacket with a buttoned shirt and red bowtie, a short white cape, and a top hat to finish the costume. Tori had also created a fancier set of glasses, a short black wig, and a cane to add to it. In just moments her disguise was complete. It was fortunate that she was wearing light clothing, otherwise it would have been hotter than she liked in that clothing. Jasper had appeared as well, all geared up for the occasion. "Hey Jasper," Tori greeted the archer. "You offering a ride? I could use one, thanks." Sadly, unlike many others in the group, Tori had no physical superhuman abilities. Still, it wasn't like that was going to stop Tori from coming along.</s>
<\|description\|>Miku A young woman who has spent her life underground, giving her a pale complexion and an intense gaze. Her personality is fiery and independent, as she resists being treated like a prisoner and tries to assert her autonomy. She also has a quick temper and isn't afraid to stand up for herself. Despite her difficult past, she shows signs of adaptability and resilience.</s> <\|description\|>Shikamaru A young man with a casual appearance, dressed in simple attire consisting of faded black shorts, a green mesh t-shirt, and a small coat over it. He has long hair that he usually ties into a ponytail. His personality is sly and teasing; he enjoys provoking others with his words and actions. Despite this playful demeanor, he shows signs of seriousness when it comes to the important tasks assigned to him.</s> <\|narrator\|>A young girl named Miku has been imprisoned underground for most of her life. She's finally given a chance at freedom by the village leader, who pairs her with a partner named Shikamaru. After initial tension and challenges, they begin exploring their newfound freedom together in the Leaf Village. Their journey leads them to a ramen shop where they experience amazing food for the first time. Throughout their adventures, they also confront each other's personalities and backgrounds while dealing with their assigned roles as partners.</s> <\|message\|>Miku Miku gave a groan as she lay on her bed. While the underground home she was used to wasn't the best, she had a feeling that it could be worse. She closed her eyes as she tried to tick away the seconds before Tsunade said she would come. Just a few weeks ago she had met the current Hokage hearing that she wanted to put her to use; she was glad, as that might mean she might actually get a shot up to the surface. While she might not have actually walked around the village, she knew the entire village outline as it was trained into her as she memorized it. Though as she lay there, she heard a knock on the door telling her it was time. She moved quickly to the door, which was unlocked from the outside and then opened. Because she held no true ties to the village, they kept her under lock and key until Tsunade had found out about her. Finally overruling the elders on the matter, she was finally able to get her out of the undergrounds. Miku was led to a room that was closer to the surface. While Miku had gone out to the surface, it was never for long and usually just to go and do assassinations for the village - nothing more. As she entered the room, Tsunade was already there, only there was another Ninja with her. Miku looked at the man, his mask on as she didn't trust him, in truth, she didn't trust Tsunade fully either yet. The current mask was one of indifference. "Miku this is Shikamaru," Tsunade stated. "He will be your partner, as well as . . . well, let's just say the only way this will work is through a probation period. So you will be staying with Shikamaru as well as doing Missions with him. If he gives a bad report, I will be forced to comply with the elder and place you back here."</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru It had been extremely early that morning when Shikamaru was summoned. "Dammit," he grunted as he rolled around in his bed trying to ignore the continuous knocks on the door, "why can't they wait till later?" The intruding knocks grew louder and louder as the village shinobi pounded on his door. He knew he would have to get up if he didn't want to get in trouble with not just Tsunade but also with the elders. "I'm coming, I'm coming." He yelled at the door as the banging seemed to stop. Quickly he got dressed in the same get-up he wore every day: faded black shorts that stopped at the knee, a green mesh t-shirt, and a small coat over it. Putting his hair in a ponytail, this time unusually letting it fall, Shikamaru headed to the door to answer his higher ranked shinobi. In moments they flooded his house. Shikamaru had only received news about a new mission, one that would probably be the most difficult and important mission he'd ever have in his life, and now as Tsunade spilled the info, Shikamaru was in a way appalled. "So I'm basically living my life for another person?" He asked a bit frustrated. She steadily replied, "No we just need you to look out for her... She's our biggest weapon and we can't let her get out of hand." A myriad of questions already circled through his head, but the session was cut short by the Hokage herself. "We'll be leaving soon," she said, and just moments later they were headed out the door. The journey wasn't far but as they traveled Shikamaru couldn't help but notice that unusual terrain. Suddenly there was a hole in the ground, an abyss, as Tsunade and the others walked through it casually. A bit uneasy, Shikamaru forced himself to walk down the hole as well. It was dim, and barely visible; the only thing you could see besides from yourself was the pathway directly below your feet. Keeping close to his comrades, he trekked through the long dark trail hoping this would all end soon. "What a drag," he muttered under his breath. Suddenly, two large boulders began to screech as the light penetrated through the darkness. Nearby, Shikamaru saw a figure which he couldn't quite make out. It looked sort of like a woman. He gallantly walked by Tsunade as he was introduced, taking a good look at Miku. His facial expressions changed immediately. "This is what I have to protect? What a drag." He put both arms behind his head as he turned around showing his back at Miku.</s> <\|message\|>Miku Miku was quiet, used to the way the tunnels were though, as she saw Shikamaru come out from behind Tsunade and heard his remark. Her eyes seemed to spark alive, and before Tsunade could warn Shikamaru, she had a small crystallized dragon wrap around his ankles and pull them out from under him. She gave a smirk as she watched his reaction to it. Before anyone attacked the dragon, however, it released him and flew towards Miku, landing on her neck and wrapping around her. She gave a smirk as she looked on, though, as Tsunade gave her a glare; she threw her hands up. "Hey, he started it," she said. "I don't need any protecting." She added with a smirk before she looked to him. "Though this guy just might," she said with a laugh. She had a bit of a twisted sense of humor, but she hated being looked down upon. As she stood there, she looked to Tsunade. "Won't happen again," she said, petting her dragon before it dissolved away.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru He already began to let his guard down now that he knew she was a girl, but he never expected the dragon. In fact, he didn't even remember seeing the dragon. Instantly, it wrapped around his ankles, causing his eyes to widen and his senses to kick in. His leg forcefully jolted back as he tried to pull free, only to find there was nothing there, and only to find himself tripping over his own force, which made him stumble. What a great way to start a mission. Regaining his balance, he crossed his arms as he looked her in the eyes. "Haha, very funny. I hope your childish games amused you," he said, turning around to face Tsunade. "Do I really have to watch her?" Of course, Tsunade being the stern lady she was, didn't even bother to shake her head or even give any indication of her answer. It was already implied. With a big sigh, he turned around, walking towards Miku. Extending an arm out, he said in his casually relaxed voice. "I'm Shikamaru."</s> <\|message\|>Miku MIku watched as he tried to correct himself, only for it to be what really brought him down. She smiled and was enjoying the fact that he seemed to be easy to mess with. As he turned to her, she gave a nod, saying, "Oh yes, very much so." Her mind was already working fast to figure out how to get out from under him so that she could go see more of the world outside. "Miku," she said, extending her hand to take his, giving it a firm shake before heading towards the door. She didn't care if he followed or not, but she was sick of this place and wanted out. She knew the way out and now that she had met him, she was free to walk out of this pit of a place she had been forced to call home.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru As soon as the handshake ended, he was a bit puzzled by the fact that she was trying to leave already. It had just been moments since they met and he didn't even know hardly where he was. "Really?" He thought to himself as she began to walk out of the cave. Not bothering to follow her, he crossed his arms, smiling a bit before speaking. "What do you think you're doing? Trying to get me to leave already?" he remarked teasingly. "Just because I'm here doesn't mean you have your own free will to do whatever you want. You know thousands of lives depend on you."</s> <\|message\|>Miku Miku stopped and turned to him, only this time her entire body language had changed. Her eyes narrowed on him, as she turned and walked back to him. "If you've spent your entire life down here in this hole never allowed to see the sun unless you're going to kill somebody," she said, "I believe you would want to leave." Fuck with me again in the wrong way and I'll make it that every time I'm out I kill," she stated before suddenly putting her mask back on and walking away again. It was true she could easily crystallize him and he'd be dead instantly. She just wanted to get out and see the sun. As she got outside this time, her hand came up to shield her eyes as they adjusted to the light. She wasn't used to it, but she already knew that she would adjust. A soft smile formed on her face as her eyes finally stopped hurting. She wasn't use to it, but she already knew that she would adjust. Giving a soft smile as her eyes finally stopped hurting, she looked around and gave a true smile as she closed her eyes and let the breeze pass through her hair, making her relax a little. Only as she felt Shikamaru coming out with Tsunade did her smile fade. For now, she would behave. She just wanted freedom, yet even now people just meeting her didn't care to give that to her.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru Shikamaru kept a sly smile on his face as he was yelled at. Her cold eyes were something he was familiar with growing up around this part of town. He actually found it quite entertaining seeing Miku go off like this. He was ready to test her, two people almost complete opposites were about to clash. "Is that a bet?" He asked tauntingly, "You know, I thought I'd be guarding someone who was held at a higher standard. But you just seem like a girl with a bad temper. No wonder they lock you up in this pit." His cold, provocative words rolled off his tongue eloquently, and his speech was flawless. He couldn't wait to see her blood boil. It seemed to him that Miku had underestimated him because she was so quick to try to jump on him.</s> <\|message\|>Miku Miku was stunned by his words, but her eyes remained hard. She moved quickly, gathering her chakra and making crystals wrap around her fist. She came at him like lightning, disappearing from view and appearing behind him with a strike to the back of his neck aimed at knocking him out cold. She didn't want to give this guy any chances; she had been abandoned too many times before. In truth, she was still the orphan girl who nobody cared about, left alone in a cell to cry herself to sleep every night. Fighting was the only time she ever saw another person.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru Shikamaru began to deform. His skin tone faded to black, then his shape disfigured into multiple shadow-like vines. Swirling like crazy, they were quick to react, propelling themselves towards Miku, but purposefully crashing to her feet. Out of the shadows, a faint figure appeared, tossing something in the air. Of course it was Shikamaru playing with his kunai. "As I said, you're nothing but a girl with a bad temper," he said, keeping a steady pace as he walked towards Miku. "All that power gone to waste without knowledge and control. It's a pity Leaf chose someone like you to be some secret weapon," he said with a deep sigh. Shikamaru continued his trek back to Miku before stopping a few yards away. With a smile creeping across his face, his tone was lighter and friendly now. "Don't let that talent go to waste, or those looks either," he said, sticking his tongue out tauntingly. Shrugging, he laughed as he approached her, making several overexaggerated hand gestures. "You know if you really wanted to see the world, all you had to do was ask."</s> <\|message\|>Miku Miku wasn't surprised when he disappeared; only when she noticed the shadows moving towards her. She quickly formed a crystal barrier around herself, thinking it would stop them - but it didn't. She wasn't sure what was happening as she saw him coming out of the shadows now. It was strange to her, yet as he talked, she just looked away. "You know all you did was accuse me of trying to get rid of you," she said, closing her eyes and lowering her crystal barrier as it dissolved. She couldn't stand how this felt. She was still in a prison, and no one seemed to care. "Yeah, well, I thought it would be common sense by now," she stated, crossing her arms.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru A more friendly side of Shikamaru was showing as he teased her a bit. "Oh come on, you're not going to let all that energy go to waste now," he said, poking her cheek. "I'll show you the real world as soon as I can find my way out of this one." It wasn't his fault that he didn't know anything about the girl. His mission was to protect her, not to know her life story, but he thought that maybe he could understand why she acted so rashly if he could understand her more. Already in a hurry, Shikamaru walked quickly towards the door he thought was the exit. "What are you waiting for? You coming?"</s> <\|message\|>Miku Miku really didn't know how to handle Shikamaru. Sai had no emotions at all, so she wasn't sure what to think. Though as she moved to leave, she noticed that he was going the wrong way, so she stopped and looked to him. "It's this way," she stated, giving a smirk, happy that she at least got him with that. "Come on, follow me," she said, starting through a door that was behind her. As she waited to make sure he was behind her, she started again to leave, knowing that he was following now. As they reached the tunnel that went straight up, she wondered just how this was going to be for them. Suddenly feeling nervous, she stayed quiet as they came out into the sunlight. Her head came down to cover her eyes as they needed to adjust to the brightness. Now in the sunlight, he would see just how pale she was, standing there in her black capris that had a weapons pouch on her right thigh and her black belly top. She usually didn't care what she wore, but suddenly she was feeling a little uneasy as she looked around to see the grass and trees. "This is going to take some getting used to," she stated to herself as her eyes finally adjusted and she turned to Shikamaru to lead the way to the village. She had never really been in it before.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru Turning around to face her, he looked at her then looked at the dark abyss he was heading to. "Uhhh, yeah of course. I knew that," he said playfully. He was a bit relieved that the tension between them had gone, and she didn't seem like such an annoying person after all. For a second, Shikamaru actually thought he didn't mind being her bodyguard. Recovering from making himself look stupid, he followed her through the exit of the cave. It still sent chills down his spine as they walked through the dark hole. The only question that ran through his mind was how she could live here for so long and still remain sane. Finally emerging from that hole in the earth, Shikamaru couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at her pale complexion. Chuckling, he said, "You look like a ghost. Come on, I'll show you around." Instantly jumping onto the rooftop of a nearby house, he really didn't know where he was going, but he was just going to show her around the places of the Leaf Village.</s> <\|message\|>Miku Looking back at Shikamaru as she heard the comment about being a ghost, she gave a snort. She soon followed him onto a nearby rooftop, landing beside him. "Well, then, lead the way," she said with a smirk, unable to contain her excitement at finally seeing the village she had been working for.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru Free-running from rooftop to rooftop, freedom was something that Shikamaru never neglected, and also one of the few things he loved. Now that they were side by side, free-running from roof to roof, he decided he'd mess around with her. "You're awfully slow, aren't you?" He said, pulling ahead of her to a nearby roof, then shouting back to the roof behind them. He planned to race her to the ramen shop before they would go on any missions, but he wanted to keep it a surprise, knowing that she likely hadn't ever had ramen down in the hole where she lived.</s> <\|message\|>Miku As she heard the comment, she gave a smirk. "Well, I would be going faster if I weren't afraid to leave you behind," she said, suddenly disappearing from next to him to reappear six blocks ahead of him. She truly did have great speed, but she'd never had to push it for such long periods before. "Come on. You're supposed to be showing me around." She stood there, waiting for him, confident that he would appear next to her. She was starting to get bored with these challenges, however.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru When she turned back, Shikamaru was already out of sight, but he didn't appear next to her. Instead, he was shouting from a few blocks behind in the street. "Don't get carried away now, I'm down here," he said. He had stopped at the best Roman shop in town, which he visited almost every day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. As a casual customer, he always got some kind of discount - either a free meal or half-off. "Hurry up, lunch is on me," he added, moving the beads that hung from the top of the door covering the entrance. He sat down in the chair on the bar, ordering his usual casual meal and something for her too.</s> <\|message\|>Miku Miku smiled as she heard his voice yelling at her. He was indeed faster and probably smarter than she had given him credit for. As she appeared next to him as he walked into a ramen shop, she found herself outside the door, taking in the scent before finally following him inside. She wasn't sure what this place was, but as she sat down next to him, she asked, "So what is this place?" She was used to bentos, but that was it. Nothing more than that had ever been given to her. Not that she knew, but the bentos had always been market-bought, always the same one, and she hadn't been given the option for anything else. If she didn't like or feel like eating it, she wasn't given a choice for something else.</s> <\|message\|>Shikamaru Shikamaru smiled as he looked at the chief then turned back to her. Propping his head on his arm, he couldn't help but notice the curiosity Miku had about the place. "It's a ramen shop," he said, pulling himself up and letting his arms rest on his head. "I'm sure you've had noodles before, but you've never had anything like the stuff these guys make." And with that, the bowls made a loud clank as they hit the table in front of them. Instantly a trail of steam began to ascend in the air as the mouth-watering aroma lingered in the air. Shikamaru's face lit up, seeing the noodles in front of him. "Haha, let's dig in!" It was only moments later when his first bowl was completely empty. "Seconds!" He shouted, finishing the second bowl in just a few moments once again. "Ahh, I'm stuffed."</s>	<\|message\|>Miku Miku listened to what he stated only as she watched the bowls being put down in front of her. She was a little more than shocked when she smelled just how amazing it looked. She ignored what he was doing (not sure if he eats like that, but the anime doesn't really show either lol) as she picked up her own bowl to start eating. She was shocked at how good it tasted before she was really going at it, wanting more and more. Though as she finished, she felt full with just one bowl. She gave a soft sigh as she relaxed on the stool while he ate away at his second bowl. As he finished, she wondered just where she would be staying and how this was going to work, though with the way she saw him, she was supposed to stay with Shikamaru.</s>
<\|description\|>Rowena 'Moden' Leigh Gender: Female Age: 27 Birthplace: Glasgow, Scotland. Appearance: Personality: Aloof, impatient, strategizing, understanding, merciful, logical, prefers dark humor. Occupation before the breakout: Dog trainer, specializing in attack and police training while attending college. Skills: Dealing with animals, more specifically dogs and horses. Medicine and botany. Fears/incompetencies: Being left alone. Geese. Bad at building intimate relationships with people. Has an addictive personality. Equipment: One large duffel bag. Two .44 Desert Eagles. Ammunition. One envelope opener. One pocket knife. One broken rusty pipe. One 10 pound dumbbell. One canine unit by the name of Themistocles (Alaskan Malamute, male, alive). One flare. Three glowsticks. One can-opener. One package of plastic eating utensils. Three med kits. Three packages of sanitary wipes. One medium sized bag of dry dog food. Six cans of random soup. Two loaves of bread. One photo album. One jade rosary. Group: On her own with the dog. History: Rowena was born of a one-night-stand between her Scottish mother and American father. The only reason she was brought to America two years after she'd been born was because her mother was looking for the man. Unfortunately, she didn't find him. Just sunk her teeth into the nicest and richest man she could find as soon as she could so that Rowena could have a life of some kind. The divorce happened when Rowena was eight years old and after that, the men just came and went like the news. Nothing interesting. Her neighbor's father got her interested in guns, training her carefully until she was able to hold her own with a weapon. The man took her out to the farm he owned, out far in the countryside, teaching her how about wildlife and the plants that grew in the nearby forest. Every now and again he'd let her watch as he treated and cared for his horses. But it was the dog that Rowena grew most fond of. It was a skinny thing that ran faster than anything she'd ever seen. That sparked her interested in dogs, pushing her to take up training them on the side. Eventually she left home and started post-secondary education as well, Themistocles given to her as a congratulatory gift when she was accepted into her program of choice. Rowena was close to finishing up her program when the outbreak started,uprooting all her efforts and sending her life into turmoil. She'd travelled back home only to find her mother dead and her step-father gone, a note of 'be safe mody' on the floor being the only comfort she had. So after a second rage-filled breakdown she began preparing herself and Themistocles for the worst, heading out into the storm in hopes of finding survivors.</s> <\|message\|>Rowena 'Moden' Leigh Slightly worried about the man outside all on his own in a bad state of mind, Rowena was thinking of sending Themistocles in after him, but realized she'd rather not be separated from her dog and so she just kept him close, rubbing her fingers along the edged of his pointed ears. She looked in the direction of the man speaking, realizing the it was the man that had reached for her dog. If he agreed with Ethan's views that'd be rather strange of him then, to reach for a dog that could've been violent or untrustworthy. It just made her smile a sad smile internally as she listened. Ah, so there had been a reason as to why everyone was so broody and on edge. Walkers and death was nothing new to her anymore, nothing to grieve over because she didn't have anything to lose. But these people might've been in a different situation and they might've not only gained traumatic experiences but lost people they loved. The woman hadn't had any experience with that sort of thing since she'd discovered her mother's corpse but she most definitely remembered her grief and anger, along with the weeks that followed. The weeks of coping that finally subsided as she finalized her survival plan and moved into the sewers. So she understood to some degree what they might have been going through and sighed, taking the baseball cap off for a minute and running her fingers through her hair. " I see. Well if that's the case, I do apologize. I was obviously oblivious," she said but not taking back her words. She still did mean what she'd said, though now she understood why the group were as they were. " I just want to help," she said, glancing around the room, her dog completely and utterly uninterested in the exchange of words.</s> <\|message\|>Nikki Hyatt Collaboration with @josephb@Aerandir Nikki said "Excuse me" to Jason and she followed Ethan outside. Katana at the ready she looked around, then walked over to Ethan. Her voice soft she asked "Hey, you ok? I heard." She sat down next to him and leaned her head on his shoulder and gave him a one armed hug. Nikki felt like she had been slugged when she heard the exchange and saw the look on his face. She could only imagine how he felt and it had to be pretty crappy. She kept her head on his shoulder and let him lean into her a little. It was amazing that she and some of the others hadn't just snapped today. If she had been in his shoes she was sure that she would have. Ethan smiled as Nikki came to console him, "I just needed a bit of fresh air." He leant into her hug and didn't really say anything. Seeing Kat had brought a load of memories back from before the infection broke out and how simple life was before when he had no cares in the world travelling around America. Jason raised an eyebrow when the blonde guy, whom he heard was Ethan, rushed by him after blowing up at the scottish woman's questions. He did manage however to catch the door from slamming completely as he was standing right next to it. He looked around the room and noticed how most of the people reacted to him storming off, a bit of shock, and a bit of 'what now?' on their face. He glanced at Nikki as she said "Excuse me," and simply moved enough to let Nikki to go out side. The scottish woman continued to introduce her self, and explain her situation. Licking his teeth under his lips he decided what to do, obviously the man who just stormed off was the leader. While the other man with a heavy accent and broken english engaged the woman he pushed the door open and slipped out. Closing the door behind him gently and glancing around to see Ethan just a wee bit away with Nikki with her arm around him. What were they a couple? That would make things a little more awkward for Ethan if that was the case. Still scanning as he walked over, he flipped his safety to single shot casually, Being outside it was more safe to keep it off than on. He made it clear he was walking towards him, not to spook him in his state, but to also let Nikki know he was there. He turned around and leaned against the wall Ethan was crouched against on the opposite from Nikki and was silent for a moment. He then asked, "You doing ok there champ?" while sucking on his teeth. while he looked down at him. Ethan looked up see one of the newcomers, leaning against the wall. He was in the army, that was clear enough from the outfit and the heavily specialised gun that the man had with him. The sun was slowly starting to set now over the ocean as Ethan thought about the question. "I don't really know to be honest." He paused for a few moments and then continued, "Sorry about what happened in there, I'm usually better at keeping my emotions in than that. What's your name? I didn't hear you mention it." He looked around, his eyes squinting at the lowering sun. He waited a moment before speaking. "I'm Lieutenant Jason Hunter of the Navy Seals." He paused for another moment, just twice he interoduced himself with his rank...not that it really mattered out here...hell he didn't know if the Aircraft Carrier that served at his base was still there...was there a reason to still hold that title? He glanced down at him, "Don't say sorry to me...I just met you. Say sorry to them." He said jerking his head back to the house. "I understand you just lost your home, but you also just found out your a father? You know how many people would love to find out that they have family somewhere? Even if it' s a six month old kid?" Ethan took in everything that the man was saying to him. "I'm not upset that I'm a father, I'm just still in shock." He thought about what had happened, but he started to talk anyway, not really knowing where his thoughts would take him. "I was trying to process everything I guess... and then in the middle of that, I had a complete stranger going on about people being too cautious. I just needed to vent and she was unlucky enough to be there... I just came outside to try and come to terms with what's happened... And now there's Kat, who I met once more than a year ago and we somehow ended up in her house with my child and now that's two more people I feel like I have to look after." Ethan suddenly paused, he had no idea why he was telling this to a complete stranger, when a minute before he'd snapped at the girl for being someone he didn't know. He thought about the man giving his full name plus his rank. "Hmm, I didn't know the army was still going. Where've you come from?" Jason scratched the back of his head,"I'm not Army, I'm Navy, As far as I know we still are. I was on my way to Coronado, Supposedly there is an Aircraft carrier that is there, and was the base of operations at least six months ago." He glanced back down at him. "Next time you want to vent, do it to a walker. Your group doesn't need to see you have a break down infront of them....It only causes them to worry and make things worse." Ethan didn't reply to him, but he completely took in what the Lieutenant said to him. For better or worse, everyone who had survived seemed to look towards Ethan in their time of need and he needed to start being a proper leader. Hopefully he could live up to everyone's expectations. Nikki had no idea how long they sat like that. It was getting dark. She had been listening to Jason and Ethan talking. She leaned over and kissed his cheek and turned and hugged him. "You know I'm here if you need me. If I were you though, I'd go talk to her." Nikki squeezed his hand and nodded to Jason and went back inside. She went over to the playpen where the baby was and she could see the baby was Ethan's spitting image. There was no doubt this was his child. Jason didn't expect an answer, as a few seconds after Nikki went in, he decided to follow, Slowly making his way back to the house he gave a few more scans of the area before slipping back inside. He situated himself near the window though just to make sure Ethan was in his sights. A few minutes after Nikki had gotten up, Ethan decided to go back inside as well. Everyone was chatting in separate groups. Lauren had fallen asleep, Ethan forgot that some people had it a lot worse than him. "Sorry about that outburst before everyone... I shouldn't have done that." He said in a much calmer voice that he'd used before. "I don't know what came over me" Then Ethan looked over to the Scottish woman, he didn't quite catch her name. "I should really apologize to you. You just wanted to help out and I shouldn't have a snapped like that." After that, he went and found Kat and simply said, "I think we need to talk." With a slight smile.</s> <\|message\|>Walter Pierce Walter Pierce "Hey, relax-" Walter extended an arm out in attempt to calm Ethan down before his friend had stormed outside, shaking his head. He sighed, rubbing his head in the wake of a headache. He honestly had enough of all the revelations and surprises for a day, in lieu to all of the dying and destruction he'd already seen before. "It's not your fault," Walter told Rowena as he looked to the side where she sat, a weary smile on his features. Being the one to have always done supply runs, he had his share of experiences when it came to speaking with outsiders. Some of those run-ins were not all-too friendly, but a lot of the times, he had returned to Dana Point to introduce a new member of their community. So why cast someone else away when they needed one another the most at this point in time? "Rowena, is it?" he nodded to the woman. "I'm Walt." When Nikki came back into the house, followed by the soldier and Ethan himself, Walter watched his friend apologize to Rowena before looking for the resident of the house. To be fair, they still had not debated on whether or not they could reside for the night, and the possibility of being thrown out was still reality. Walter blinked, wondering what the night would bring; he had volunteered to watch over, after all. "Thanks for not sicking the dog on me, earlier," he said.</s>	<\|message\|>Rowena 'Moden' Leigh The slightly uneasy repetitive movement of fingers over fluffy pointed ears was paused as Rowena was addressed, looking to the man who'd spoken to her and replying with a and drop of a shoulder. The corner of her mouth turned up in a half-smile as she spoke. "Maybe not but I did pull the trigger. Partially at fault, I'd say," she said, glad to hear he was willing to give her his name. She'd felt bad about the man storming out of the home and had been minutely debating following after him or sending her dog but the same thought as before stopped her. Just that she didn't want to be separated from the canine and that being alone again might have her losing the rest of her mind. "Yes, yes it is. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance. It's nice to put a name to a face then, Walt. As for the dog, don't you worry about it. He's quite friendly but there hasn't been anyone to be friendly with lately. Poor thing's getting bored of just my company," she said with a chuckle. Themistocles looked between the two humans, judging the situation. Upon deciding it wasn't anything worth of his attention he glanced away, far more interested in the other humans he hadn't yet had the pleasure of meeting. "Have you all been together since the outbreak?"</s>
<\|description\|>Otto Engel Age: 43 Sex: Male Race: Human Appearance: Being a foreigner from more northern lands, Otto is in fact paler than that which would be common in the region, contrasting with the dark colors of hair, kept clean, which makes for his extravagant beard and hair. He is not a tall man, standing at a mere 5'7", roughly 170 cm, as well as boasting a slender and often remarked as frail body. Granted, no he is not extremely skinny, but he could use a few more pounds. As for wardrobe, he tends to wear darker colors despite the current fashion of the region where "color is everything," sometimes he can be found with a linen shirt on and some trousers. Personality: An outwardly calm and collected man, it seems that this man is infinitely patient which is somewhat of a requirement for his job. Displaying emotion, to him, is unmanning and is something only a woman should do, among other things. Inwardly, however, he is a greedy man who will do many things if faced with a large amount of wealth. Biography: Otto hails from more northern lands where the climate is much more temperate than where Venara is situated. He grew up with high expectations from his father to become a proper learned man and become a nobleman. Sadly, Otto had become a doctor instead, wanting to help people out of the kindness of his heart, perhaps it was because doctors actually made a decent amount of money, who knows. The foreigner was a skilled man in his craft, helping many people from his lands. However, Otto seemed to suddenly lose his touch at a period of time where he lost many noble patients who had requested his care. Patient after patient, death upon death. Even better is he found himself with more wealth upon the death of those patients. If one were to ask him how he felt about the deaths of those, he would say he did not feel much in the ways of their deaths. After the death of a nobleman, he had to flee his home country to go to Venara where he met Leon Delorano after helping to treat one of his sicknesses and soon found him employed under him. Years later the death of Leon's wife came over the family, he would say it affected him deeply but he would hardly express his concerns. The same with the death of Eduardo Perfori. He remained the Head Healer of the house doing his best to offer advice to the grieving ones while he continued to operate as normal as ever. Soon, Leon had died, this death truly affected him, and he began grieving for many weeks for his fallen friend. Position In House Delorano: Head Healer Equipment: * Cane * Stiletto * Black Coat * A small pouch of money Skills: Human, +1 to choice skill (Grace) Gifted: +4 Grace, +4 Reputation Above Average: +3 Brawling, +3 Acumen, +3 Skullduggery Deficient: -2 Dueling, -2 Gunnery</s> <\|message\|>Pieter DeSielva the Younger Lips curling at the sight of little Juniper causing trouble. Pieter had to admit, he would have thought that all the lessons he had offered her in subterfuge and skulduggery would have taught her the value of keeping your cards to your chest. But lo, here she is, not even to Pieter's chin and daring to try and incite a civil war inside the House. Perhaps once she learnt to let go of grudges, she could become a successful player in Venaran politics. Then again, maybe she needed to get better at holding grudges. Chuckling slightly to himself, Pieter took another sip of his rosé. This was excellent. Gods above, he would love to spend an evening with a few bottles of th is and maybe that sweet young actress he had seen performing at the Hierophant Theatre. Goddesses, what was her name? She had the excellent bosom, and that lovely dimple. She had actually known all of her lines while performing The Ruin of Fortinbras, which is rare indeed, since most of those pretty girls who took to the stage had more tits than smarts, and come to think of it it's very likely that Livia, ha! Livia! That's her name, anyway it's very likely that Livia would only be a year or two older than Juniper, and wasn't that a thought? Goddess around, that chill must be what a father feels. Disgusting. Let it be gone, there's no need of that. but given how much is going to be changing around here it might be prudent to start cutting back on dalliances- who knows how many will be on someone else's payroll? It's not that wild a thought, it was done in one of the operas a while back, now that was a fucking excellent piece of work. So were the legs on that soprano. And that baritone had that alluringly snug doublet. Perhaps it would be smart to commission a play venerating Leon. Perhaps a retelling of one of those great Elven Journey Plays. Tie it in to the coming greatness of the House Delor- A crack. That was a fucking gunshot. And there's a blur just outside of the balcony. FUCK. Scraping his chair roughly against the floor, Pieter jackknifed up standing, fumbling with his pistol as he pointed it towards the balcony. Otto shouting something unintelligible per the norm, Meldyr, the brave man ordering his men into defensive positions. Pieter listened to the masked figure talk. Interesting, if what they said was true. Pieter lowered his gun. All aiming it did was make the fellow more likely to strike. But.... "Why are you here?"</s> <\|message\|>Fiona Delorano Lorenzo and Fiona Delorano --- Fiona watched her son as he entered the room with the eyes of a proud parent basking in the success of a child as well as the eyes of a lioness watching her growing son. His mannerisms and accomplishments in his knowledge and abilities were evident those paying attention. As Lorenzo shook hands with his friends and comrades, Nalia made her announcement of Lorenzos new position and seat in the hall which took many for a surprise including Lorenzo whose face lit up slightly at his name being spoken in such honor. When he took his place next to his mother, Fiona caught his eye and smiled gently at him her eyes screaming with victory behind the fading tears and then returning her expression to normal as she faced to group once again. Watching the drama unfold under the Delorano roof as she sipped from the edge of her wine glass with all the grace of a noble lady. She was no longer surprised or shocked by Luciens childish temper tantrums though now, she was almost gracious towards them due to their influence in the advancements of her sons position. Fionas eyes found Junipers in cold content at her outburst during the summoning of her brother to honor him in a wake. The scorn was apparent to anyone watching and the disapproval was evident. Had Otto and Nalia not spoken first, she would no doubt have stood and spoken, instead she rose a glass of deep red wine to Nalia in honor of what she said and how she spoke then took a sip upon the conclusion of her speech. Fionas eyes no longer bore evidence to her distress and sadness towards her brothers death, they were instead filled with calm disdain, mixed with a solemn kindness that was known to others as her neutral expression. As Juniper stood and came around the table, speaking words of apology, Lorenzos face immediately fell into a soft smile he nodded at her understandingly and sympathetically, "I understand cousin." his voice was compassionate and warm as it often was. "By my honor, my fathers honor and the honor of my beloved uncle and second father, I will never disgrace them or give them any reason to believe their decision was not a sound one. They are wise and noble." Lorenzo's voice showed no evidence of mockery or sarcasm, his words were genuine and honest. When Fionas eyes met Junipers she simply nodded approvingly before turning to face the room again. The crack of the gunshot disturbed the subtle murmurings of the gathered group. Lorenzo stood instantly, hand on the hilt of his sword ready to draw it at any moment. Fiona did not stand but she did shift her eyes towards the balcony where the doors rattled then opened emerging The Crow from the shifting air. The others spoke singularly and all at once, Lorenzo's sword now being drawn from it's sheath before Fiona's hand lifted and touched Lorenzo's arm with her fingertips. Lorenzo looked at her with a small face of confusion as to why she had stopped him. Fiona rose from her seat with elegance and walked towards the balcony door, walking past the other members of the house and standing in front of them towards the uninvited guest. "Crow, why have you come here? If I remember from our last encounter you were told to never appear unless called upon. Was I unclear at the conclusion of our last engagement on this matter?" Her eyes watched the crows firmly and unmoving. Disapproval and scorn marked her face as she spoke to the man she seemingly had known for quite some time. "Speak!" Her deep, noble voice was loud and demanding her fingers were laced together and draped low in front of her waste standing still, her beautiful eyes and face marking him for death should he fail to comply with her demands. Lorenzo's eyes shifted from his mother to the crow unsure of how or why there had ever been an alliance between the two, unsure of how they met, or when, or for what purpose. He made his way as well and stood somewhat behind but next to his mother his hand still wrapped around the hilt of his sword in case of a scuffle.</s> <\|message\|>Nalia Delorano --- Considering the ruckus and the reaction of everyone else, Nalia let out a sigh and slowly stood up from her chair to face the being who had walked in. She looked almost bored, but her eyes were narrowed as she listened to the words than rang from behind the mask. "If you have come to pay your respects you should have come through the front door," she told the man calmly, her arms crossed over her chest as she felt like she had nothing to worry about, not yet at least, "Though if you took care of a potential assassin I guess I have to thank you for dispatching him. Now, who are you exactly and what was your relation to my late Father?" Unfolding her arms, her left hand went to the hilt of the rapier she always had at her hip, though she did not close her fingers around it as she did not want the figure to think that she was going to take. Ready to attack? Yes, always... but she wasn't about to, not yet and much like her father told her with fire arms, don't put your finger on the trigger unless you are willing to kill. At the immediate moment she wanted to know what the being wanted, because those who wished to pay their respects rarely decided to crawl in through a window. "And to answer your question old man, you can take my sister to her quarters and secure the two of you there for now, take three of the guards," she directed the doctor, displeasure in her voice for the man having went to her brother rather than herself though she never took her eyes off the cloaked figure. "And you my dear Aunt... you have some explaining to do if you know this being that has entered the hall without proper leave," bright blue eyes shot to her Aunt, the displeasure in her voice turning to anger in her eyes, she was getting sick and tired of people keeping secrets from her that could very well pain members of the house in a bad light. If her Aunt had an assassin on her belt, this was something her father should have known about, and at the very least left a notation about for his successor. ---</s> <\|message\|>Lorenzo Delorano The Crow The figure stood stalk still as swords, muskets, and threats were leveled at them. The mask hid any reaction the uninvited assassin might have had to the number of questions leveled at it. The Crow kept its hands well away from the weapons it was carrying and just folded them in front of itself, keeping them in plain view. Now was not the time to start a gunfight. The Mask turned when Nalia spoke to The Crow, the black pits of the silver mask centering on the new head of house. "If I came in through the front door as I am I would be apprehended and then you would know who I am. If I came without the uniform, I would have been ignored unless I revealed myself. I had not planned on making such an entrance. Someone detected me as I was arriving and sent cat's paws after me. Not proper guards, mind you. I suspect it was your master of spies given the men who tried to stop me." The Crow tilted its head to the side as a gesture instead of moving its hands to point. "I am sorry to inform you that one of them fell to lady Fiona's balcony and is likely quite hurt. The other will be fine, maybe a little bruised. after I had been shot at I had no choice but to enter to avoid any further casualties. I didn't come through the balcony on a whim, Matriarch Nalia. As for who exactly I am, I am The Crow, that will have to suffice unless you intend to kill me and pull my mask off. My relationship to your father was, complicated. It would be hard to explain and I am not interested in telling you at this time. Perhaps when I am not surrounded by guards and unimportant parties." The Crow turned its masked face and locked Lady Fiona in its eyeless stare now, "Lady Fiona, you did tell me not to return after our business was done. I regret to inform you, I did not intend to return to you unless someone wanted you dead. These circumstances go beyond simple contracts though. I came here of my own accord, no one is paying me to inform you about what the captured assassin said, nor are they paying me to suffer your delusions of having any measure of control over me." the last part was a hiss of disdain. While the assassin never gave any physical signs of anger, its voice clearly portrayed its dislike for being spoken to as an inferior by Fiona. The dark pits of The Crow's mask passed over the rest of the room. No words for them. The Crow thought they were all very unimportant in the grand scheme of things.The assassin judged each of them in turn, its mind processing and dismissing them in turn; the doctor was a failure and a murderer; the younger brother a foolhardy boy who would get himself killed in the courts; the former noble guard captain was just another body to take a bullet; the cousin and son to Fiona was an easy target with less sense than the women he bedded; and the musician and spy pretended at being important enough and that would lead him down to ruin. The Crow's gaze stopped on Juniper, she was different. Always sneaking about. If she could get her emotions under control she would a force. The Crow inclined its head slightly at the young girl, a small nodd and show of respect for the young girl.</s>	<\|message\|>Otto Engel Otto gazed at Nalia for a moment, contemplating on whether or not he should comply with her order or not. Naturally, he refused to obey the orders of her, it would not be a man's place to retreat while such a threatening figure stood before them. "As much as you would love for me to disappear, I shan't," the old man grumbled, his eyes returning to the assassin as he spoke with his gruff voice. How would he look if he retreated from the situation, certainly it would damage his reputation as a member of the family. Thusly, he would have to stay even if he openly defied the new leader of the house. When the assassin looked down at Juniper, Otto took a threatening step forward ready to attack if this being attempted to make a move on someone he had helped to deliver. He wielded his cane in both hands, seemingly ready to charge should he need to. The foreigner spoke in a bit aggravated tone, "While, sir or madam, I respect that you dealt with those assassins for us, barging in here as you did certainly did not alleviate the situation one bit." Hoping that the Crow did not call his bluff on attacking, Otto kept his face stern, attempting to hide fear. "I would kindly ask you to leave, as your presence is not particularly trusted here," Otto ordered, daring to take another small step towards the Crow.</s>
<\|description\|>Yurika Yurumiya "All right! Shall we go on a hunt, Mi-chan?" "Friends! You ask for my name, I WILL give you MY NAME! Huzzah!!!" "Lookie at my marshmallows! No touching though, don't be naughty! HAHA!" Gender: Female "Yeah, people say I should act my age but who cares? Right?!" Age: 18 (However she is a 2nd year in high school as she took a year off due to reasons…) "If you want to know something about me, you don't have to be all sneaky. I got nothing to hide!" Personality: Yurika is a girl with lots of energy for silly antics and shanenigans. She thirsts for adventure and wishes to do or find something interesting every day. If she failed to do so, she would do something to make it interesting with a mixed results. Always in a happy mood, Yurika is extremely passionate when it comes to her interests and hobbies which include watching superhero shows, anime and finding out new things. She is not afraid of people's opinions as she loves what she likes doing and endures their unpleasant comments with a big smile. This only leads her to having no 'real' friends. When she does make friends, she would become very protective of them. If anybody ever tease or hurt them, she would defend them even if they did not require it. She cherishes friendships with 'kindred souls' such as herself. Yurika is a bad liar and she hates lies unless it is necessary. She is an airhead most of the time but she is NOT stupid and can be very sharp sometimes. She can roughly guess when someone has a problem and she would always be there to help her friends in need…she tries even if she was not much help to begin with. Yurika stops smiling when she is very serious. When she is serious, it is never a good thing as she sees it as a hassle to think and talk too much about certain matters. She rarely gets angry but when she does, it usually ends with a brawl and her being ashamed afterwards. Yurika still gets annoyed though but she usually still has a smile on her face which ups the scary (and comedic) factor. "Remember when I said I got nothing to hide…well…I lied. Haha…" History: Yurika was born to a well-off family and had quite a normal childhood. Her father was a salaryman and her mother was a housewife. She had an older brother who was five years older than her. It was her brother who usually brought her to do various outdoor activities and some which her parents would not allow if they knew. Yurika's hobbies and interests were influenced by her brother and his friends whom she would hang out with since she finds them more fun than her own schoolmates. Everything changed when her brother died in a car accident when Yurika was ten. Her parents thought they could groom her to be the perfect daughter after their son was gone but they were wrong. Yurika refused to change however she slowly lost contact with her brother's friends who had changed and grew distant. With her schoolmates not willing to befriend her again, Yurika decided to just enjoy what she likes to do. However after years of hidden anger and resentment for being left out, Yurika would snap really badly if she was ever pushed to her breaking point. It happened during her final year of middle school and she was suspended which led to her being one year behind in her studies. She vowed to never lose her temper again and went back to her usual self-till the present. Her parents died during her first year of highschool and one of her uncles became her legal guardian who allowed her to live alone in an apartment after selling her house. She works during the weekends as a shop assistant at a game shop not too far from the school. She decided to join the occult club out of her own accord as she finds it the most interesting thing at the school for the moment. Furthermore, she heard rumours about the club president and felt it would certainly be a riot and exciting experience. "Make sure to put me in the party! My skills are awesome at MAX LEVEL!" Skills: 1)Item Sonar: It basically means she is quite good at spotting things…even in the dark. 2)Acting: Yurika is quite an actress and uses it to lighten up the mood or just to have fun. Another use is when she tries to be brave when in the dark to ease her friends who are afraid. 3)Athletic: Being doing outdoor activities a lot since childhood, Yurika's physical condition is that of one engaged in regular exercise. She is very confident in her leg prowess and body durability. 4)General Knowledge: She may hate thinking about stuff and finds school boring but she likes to read about random stuff which can go from serious stuff like world peace to idiocy like can pigs really fly. 5)Jack-of-All-Trades: Paired with 4), Yurika knows to do a bit of most basic skills. A BIT. MOST BASIC. "Now what else…? Hmmm…" Others: -One of the many things she loves to read are fanfictions. She is a great fan of a lot of them. -The reason why she keeps her hair long and ties it to a ponytail was because her late brother told her it suited her. -Part of the reason of her joining occult club is she wonders if they encountered ghosts…would she able to meet her brother again one last time? -She claims to be straight…right. -If anybody heard random sounds on the roof during lunch that would usually be Yurika roleplaying a superhero. -She loves to join in on her friends' shenanigans. -She loves to make jokes about the club such as them being like a Sentai team. -She has nicknames for all the club members.</s> <\|message\|>Karuta, Seiko ~Seiko Karuta~ "Uh, y-yeah thats my name. And what about Mitsuko in a revealing costume? It would be just us lot, and I think she would look rather cu-cool. She would look pretty cool." ...she was fairly certain Mura had almost said 'cute'. That would have been hilarious to hear coming from her. Seiko simply gave a small smile at the statement though, finishing the last brownie she had gotten as the other girl started eating the one she had given her, soon stating how good they in fact, were. Seemed pretty much everyone enjoyed Mitsuko's moms cooking, then. Maybe they could look forward to more delicious snacks in the future. That would be awesome. "So then. I've heard you're a journalist, or at least journalist in training." Mura said to her not long after. Ooh, trying to get the drop on her, was she? Kek~ "Sounds like an interesting career choice, and one I've looked at myself. Though I definitely wouldn't be good at it. I was wondering what made you want to do what you have been doing. You know, writing a blog and all that." "Pfft, wasn't really that hard." She immediately replied. "I like writing, and I like sticking my nose in other peoples business. It's a win-win for me. So, I guess nothing really made me want to do it. I just do it because I want too." And that was about all she had to say on that matter, if only because there wasn't really much to say on it. It wasn't like she was hiding some big dark secret or something. "Buuuut, enough about me~" She smiled, somewhat mischievously. "I wanna ask you something. Only fair, since you asked me something, after all." She continued. Mura wasn't about to get the upper hand in this little meeting so easily. "Soooo, there's tons of rumors about what you do after school, you know. There are some pretty...colorful ones, too~" she chuckled, pausing for a moment to let Mura try to imagine exactly where this conversation was going. and then she promptly changed the subject. "But who cares? I wanna know why you joined this occult club. Tell me, and I'll leave ya alone for now. Don't tell me and I'll have to speculate about your afternoon activities. On my blog, of course~" Whatever her choice, she was gonna go grab one of those waivers after Mura replied. She still did want to ask the Prez a few questions, after all. She supposed she could do that while waiting for everyone else to shuffle out.</s> <\|message\|>Matsushima Mitsuko Matsushima Mitsuko Classroom 2-A, Yurei High School Well, this seemed to be going...relatively well. The prospective members that remained were conversing amongst one another, and it looked like most, if not all, of them were planning on attending the Halloween Extravaganza. The turnout had also surpassed Mitsuko's expectations, so on the whole this had gone fairly well in her eyes. She would need to make sure the All-Seeing Eye's batteries got replaced before Saturday; an incident like what happened with that last time was too annoying to- The club president's thoughts were interrupted as another newcomer entered the classroom, Mitsuko turning to face him with a stoic expression. ...really? Could people not keep proper time? She was getting tired of repeating herself. Not bothering to change her words, and with a trace of annoyance present in her tone, Mitsuko rattled off exactly the same crash course that she had given stapler-girl Octavia. "Yes, this is the Occult Club. I am the president, Matsushima Mitsuko; it is a pleasure. You've missed the formal part of the meeting, but not much was discussed informationally. Essentially, just know that the concept of a soul is important, but not fully understood. Rational occultism isn't irreconcilable with science, but there are stupid occultists who deny science, so ignore those ones. A ghost is a soul without a body that suits it; if it has a suitable body, it's alive; if it has a body that doesn't suit it, then it's possessing that body. The Halloween Extravaganza will be a nighttime ghost hunt at the school, with a spirit I've been monitoring for a couple of weeks. Just get the waiver signed and hand it to me on Thursday." She stated somewhat exasperatedly, gesturing to the stack of waivers next to the container of brownies. "And take a brownie if you like, as well." After speaking, Mitsuko let out a soft exhale as she took a step back from the table where the waivers and brownies were positioned, idly waiting for those who had stayed after to talk to her to do so; she wasn't about to leave while her dear club members still had questions, after all.</s> <\|message\|>Charles Thompson Charles wandered through the halls, taking turns trying to find the hallway that would lead him to the door. Lousy club. At least I'll get a few days free from this supernatural shit. Charles scowled as he thought about the time he had just spent in the Occult Club. Stupid Mitsuko, what right does she have to blackmail the king of Yurei High? I never even wanted to be in this dump of a school, let alone this freakshow of a club. I could have been blackmailed into Rugby, Football, even photography, but no, I was blackmailed into the crappiest and weirdest club in the whole school.. Charles went to get out his phone to continue where he left off in his game, but to his utter dismay, he realised he had left it in the room in his haste. Charles swore and yelled, and began the journey back to the Occult Club, occasionally ripping down a poster or kicking a locker on the way back in his rage. Lousy club, it's even making me forget my damn phone. God, this will be embarrassing when I get back to the club.. "Ooo, come back have you?" Charles mocked Mitsuko's voice, his face getting more and more furrowed in frustration as he got closer to the dreaded room 2-A. Charles seriously considered running in there and attacking everyone, this would be a good time to grab Seiko and Mitsuko's phone and make a run for it. But he couldn't. Even if they weren't expecting him to be there, they would most likely tuck their phone back in their pockets at the sight of him. Finally, Charles arrived at the door of the Occult Club. He let out a quiet sigh. He could easily just leave his phone and entrust it to the people in the Club. But Charles knew that he couldn't do that. Makoto would probably break it, and Seiko would get her prying hands all over it, reading his texts, checking his pictures, messaging people from his account. He hastily glanced into the room, same old people, but there was someone else in there, someone that, unlike most of the other people in the club, he actually knew and liked. Eli! Charles thought with a smile. Ahh, this guy is a total bit of banter. He speaks English too. That means he could tell him about what was going on without the risk of unwanted ears prying into the conversation. Charles opened the door. He quickly darted to his seat and grabbed his phone, which was lying face down under the desk. Untouched, thankfully. He checked it just to make sure. No embarrassing texts sent from him, no pictures added or deleted. He sighed in relief. Then he turned to Eli, and spoke in his posh, accented voice, but this time in English. "Hey, I know you! How are you Eli? What are you doing here in this freak show? Blackmailed as well? Well, whatever the reason, watch out for Makoto, she punches, and watch out for Seiko, one tiny mistake and you're screwed. Big time.".</s>	<\|message\|>Yurika Yurumiya Class 2-A, Yurei High School Yurika was slightly hurt ,but did not show it, by the expression Mitsuko had on her face when she had asked about the brownie recipe. Moreover, the hasty response given by her president gave off the feeling the girl was hiding something. Or maybe she is just shy, haha... Before Yurika could give a response, Mitsuko had moved over to the girl who hit by the stapler. Yurika's gaze fixed on Mitsuko for a while and if this was an anime, people watching would have their yuri goggles levels at maximum. She heard the stapler girl introducing herself to Mitsuko and then talking to Makoto. Octavia...quite a unique name for a foreigner. The duo seem to be speaking english as Yurika had a bit of trouble understanding what they were talking about. She then turned to see a newcomer who had arrived late who seems to be yet another foreigner. She saw Charles re-entered the room after slamming it shut moments ago. Did he forget something? She noticed Charles's mood improved a bit when the newcomer came and heard him saying the name 'Eli'. Isn't that usually a girl's name? Yurika saw Seiko and Mura talking to each other. She had considered walking over to them to join their conversation. However, her thoughts were still on the white-haired girl who was now standing all by her lonesome by the table. She slowly walked over and stood beside her president. "Why are you standing here all by yourself and not mingle, oh dear president? You should talk with your members and get to know them...not just for a standard Q&A. Sorry if I am annoyed you with my weird questions all afternoon...its just...I want to be your friend and I hope you will let me," said Yurika who tried to put the most friendliest and sincere smile she could on her face to try to get Mitsuko to open up. She really hoped for a positive friendly response. "We could do many interesting things or just hang out together!"</s>
<\|description\|>Guan Yu (He does not hide his name, merely laughing off the naming as a coincidence) Nickname: Yunchang to those of his age or his sworn brothers Race: Human Fable Gender: Male Appearance: In his Mundane form, Guan Yu is a tall, suit wearing oriental man with a truly glorious beard a foot and a half in length. His most prized possession is a jade green cane, which is more of an accessory as he does not need it to walk. When not disguising himself, however, he grows almost a foot in height and his clothes are replaced by those of a truly royal regalia, and his cane morphs into the Dragon Crescent Halberd that was his weapon in life. Job: CEO of Celestial Life Insurance Pty Ltd Personality: Guan Yu is a stalwart man who believes in justice and virtue. Above all else, he believes in loyalty to one's family and friends. Beyond his ideals, he is a calm and serious man, yet he possesses kindness and compassion and always has time for anyone who possesses grievances for him to hear. He truly aspires to his sworn brother's ideal of a world of benevolence, and brings it about by being benevolent himself. Fable: Once upon a time in Chinese history there was a legendary figure named Guan Yu. Once the sworn brother of Liu Bei and Zhang Fei, he made his mark through his incorruptible honour and dedication to his brothers and their cause. His death at Fan Castle was only the beginning of his career, though, as the Chinese people petitioned their ancestors to allow Guan Yu to enter the Celestial Bureauocracy as the God of War. However, as a god he didn't necessarily bless those who go to battle but instead those who observed the code of brotherhood and righteousness. Eventually, as his popularity in the afterlife grew, he was elected by his descendants to the position of Celestial Emperor. When the Fables returned to the Mundane world, Guan Yu was pleased to find that China had blossomed in his absence, though he did not visit upon fear of being recognized. His image was everywhere, and removing his beard would be a most heinous crime against his own sensibilities. So instead, he went to the Americas, to Fable-town, and decided to continue his role as a custodian of the afterlife by providing people with security for their families when they inevitably passed on. And so it was that CLI Pty Ltd was formed, and through Guan Yu's benevolence, many felt safe and secure for investing with him. However, one must never forget that Guan Yu is a fierce warrior, and when his disguise is shed, he is a terrifying enemy to behold. Abilities: When transformed, Guan Yu possesses the strength of a hundred men. This is not an exaggeration. A single swipe of his halberd sends men flying, and he can withstand blows that would crush a regular mortal. His beard is also known to inspire awe in ordinary men, such is its beauty and glory. Regardless of his transformed state, Guan Yu can make his jade cane/dragon halberd simply appear in his hand, though it is a power he guards from others. Thus, it is impossible to steal it from him. He is also a capable statesman and manager, but not talented in the art of strategy. It is best to let others create plans while he executes them.</s> <\|message\|>Prince Leon, The Wounded Lion "A rousing speech, my lord," stated a man positioned to the back of the rather large crowd that had assembled to hear Cole speak. Wearing a finely knitted suit -who's golden hue contrasted his darker complexion- stood none other than Prince Leon, joining in the round of applause as a pleasant smile spread across his visage. This moment was a bittersweet for the man, marking a new beginning for so many of his kin and himself, but a remembrance of the cost... For a moment, his mind was swept back to the day he and his wife were supposed to flee, only to have the Adversary's forces raid their kingdom and take the life of his beloved. This darker moment was quickly swept aside however, as one of the party goers cast a cheerful smile and wave in his direction. Offering the same courtesies, he'd make his way off the dance floor and off to buffet table- his eyes taking stock of the plentiful feast their host had provided. Leon couldn't help but smirk, he did after all help furnish tonight's events, if only by providing the King choice cuts and ample meats to sustain the guests. Owning his own butcher shop was a relatively lucrative buisness, dealing with both mundies and fables alike to bolster his sales and sustain the life he was used to living. Some would say he was pampered, but he maintained that it was the proper standard for his station. After his few moments of daydreaming, Leon would step beyond the foods, making his way to the selection of wines and other refreshments that had been provided for tonight's event. It was then that the man caught a very familiar scent, his eyes glancing back and forth as if searching for something. It wasn't long before the source of the smell was found, eyeing over the fable known as Boogie. As he watched the man stow a flask beneath his jacket, Leon merely rolled his eyes as he lifted a glass of wine from the table before him, "You are aware that his majesty has provided sustenance for this evening, Boogie, are you not?" Drawing the same glass to his lips, he'd retrieve another from the table as he turned to the man to whom he spoke, "Or are you just used to isolating yourself. This is a time for merriment," Leon spoke as he extended the extra glass to the man, "Mingle with the masses. This is a celebration of our new lease on life." If the glass was recieved, Leon would depart from Boogie, if not he'd set the glass by the man's side and do the same. Being no stranger to these gatherings, Leon would place himself at the whim of the crowd, kissing the hands of whatever maidens approached him and offering the male's a firm handshake in greetings. Once again memories would flood his mind, though of a much simpler time. He remembered his own kingdom's ballroom and the banquets they contained, the laughter of the lords and ladies of his realm echoing within the walls and off the marble spires. To be back in his element after so long... This felt like home to Leon.</s> <\|message\|>Guan Yu (He does not hide his name, merely laughing off the naming as a coincidence) Attending A Party, Guan Yu Drinks Wine And Considers Standing off near the drinks table, holding a bowl of wine, was the long bearded and suited figure of Guan Yu. He had worn his finest suit for the occasion, as befitting such a momentous day in their history, and his jade cane was held firmly in his other hand. Though the revelry and joy surrounding him warmed his heart, his mind wandered back to his home of China. How he yearned to return! But alas, a figure of his importance would be recognized. No one could forget their Celestial Emperor, after all. Above all, he missed his sworn brothers. Neither Xuande nor Yide had reached a status beyond ancestral memory. How was it that he, Yunchang, could surpass them? Once again, the thoughts had clouded his mind, and once again, he banished them. It was appropriate that he was here. He had arranged for fine wines to be imported from China simply for his consumption, but others were partaking as well. It brought joy to Yunchang's heart that he had aided them so. This was why he also ran his life insurance company. The loss of family was always tough, and he was always on hand to ensure that the dead were sorted properly in the afterlife, and that their families did not have to suffer. Except for that pesky Mister Grey... He pushed the thought from his mind and filled his tiny bowl with another helping of wine. The revelry pleased him, for joy experienced by others was joy experienced by Guan Yu. There was no dishonour here, nothing for him to enforce, he was simply content to watch. He tapped his cane idly and drank down his second bowl of wine, a droplet escaping into his magnificent beard, but he ignored it. Indeed, a fine evening. Unless Mister Grey came along... he pushed the thought from his mind again. Dorian Grey would not cause him trouble this fine eve. Yunchang would not permit it.</s> <\|message\|>Abdul Alhazred. This name is (falsely) thought of as a pseudonym by his readers. Abdul AlhazredTerrific Tales of Times Past! In the northeast corner of the room, surrounding a tasteful ice sculpture of one Ichabod Crane in a rare moment of dignity, a small crowd had gathered. Not one of them shared a history, but amongst all of them a deep kinship was felt. These were the Fables best known for their scholarly duties. Wizards, warlocks, sages, mages, witches, and liches of all sorts generally congregated in groups, for a wide variety of reasons. In some cases, it's because the only thing a witch can understand and empathize with is another witch. In others, it's because witches are naturally obligated to start bloody conflicts with other witches. In a rare few cases, it's because these witches have something they need from one another. Regardless of the reason, there was a war of many-colored and many-shaped witches huddled around one another, with little care for each other's personal space. As is the case with many magic-users' meetings, things remained amicable but with very noticeable overtones of impending violence. At the present, they were boasting about their experiences. Abdul Alhazred was, contrary to popular opinion, not one to flip over tables and shower the room in hellfire at the slightest hint of competition. Nonetheless, he happily kept the same tone of voice the rest of the witches, who were the kind of people to do just that. His voice was cheerful and gentle, but, as was uniform amongst magic-users, held Implications. Right now, it was Abdul's turn to speak. Abdul had been talking about the myriad minor gods, daemons, spirits, and deluded mortal creatures he had consulted over the course of his travels. Creatures of the night were, strangely enough, quite talkative if properly libated, and could act as a bottomless font of eldritch lore. "--and I'll be honest, it was the best pilaf I've ever tasted!" Abdul said, wiping a stray fleck of dust off his shabby woollen jumper. "Yaldabaoth is quite a useful fellow, once you got used to him!" This set off a wave of hawkish chattering amongst the attending witches and wizards. A small amount of them had convened with the Squamous God Yaldabaoth, Lowborn King of Scaled Vermin, Banner-Carrier of the Black Century, and often found their interactions to be pleasant, if somewhat tense. The conversation briefly diverted onto the topic of how best to prepare pilaf. Many of the witches present had come from The Rus, and were eager to have their voices heard. The air around the impromptu coven stank of ozone as the witches amicably bickered and spat with one another. The sight of a crowd of witches arguing, much like a raging hurricane, can only be seen in its true horror a ways away from its center. At the center of it all was Abdul, smiling toothlessly and pleasantly presenting his own ideas on how best to prepare pilaf. Yaldabaoth and plenty others had given him a bottomless index of recipes borne from man's deepest dreams, and he was happy to share them!</s> <\|message\|>Dorian Grey (Damian Gray among mundies.) In Which Dorian Grey Encounters a Pleasant Surprise In a silent solitude, Dorian Grey lamented the events that had occurred after the Adversary. After all it led to the Mob taking control when the Aristocrats needed to hold the reigns more than ever. It deprived him of what he had laying around in his coffers, and the ability to roam around in a bohemian lifestyle he found so amusing. So of course, Mister Grey was in the proper attire for mourning as any true Victorian Aristocrat would be. For Dorian had truly lost much. Namely he lost a dear relative, one of his first cousins Darren Grey. Of course, it was complete nonsense. Dorian needed a bit more funding to maintain his lavish celebrations, as his coinpurse was drying up. So it was a good thing his cousin Darren obtained a nice life insurance policy from Celestial Life Insurance Pty Ltd. And so due to the 'death' of his first cousin, Dorian Grey was in his proper mourning attire, the well kept silk suit made of the darkest threads, alongside his light undershirt and cream colored gloves. He always was impressed how the dark went well with his own angelic features, and provided a suitable contrast. But even with his own mourning, he had a pleasant demeanor about him, much like the violet perfume which lingered upon him. After all he was a Victorian Gentleman receiving hospitality. And this small soirée was filled with peasants who would be looking up to proper aristocrats, in order to perform a vain mimicry in order to try to fit in. Well, at least the band could keep a tempo for a band. With that Dorian scanned the room for ladies who were being wallflowers and did not have a dance partner. As a gentleman he would be obliged to pick one of them, and more importantly it struck Dorian's fancy to do that. But currently, Mister Grey felt the need for a drink. With an elegant stride, Dorian maneuvered through the room with the utmost grace. And as he approached the selection of drinks he saw a most amusing site. Oh the Orient with the ill kept beard, was there holding a bowl. Of course Mister Grey had to chat with him and more importantly irk him in some manner or another. The thought tickled his fancy, as Yu provided to be a most entertaining benefactor. His serious mind was always good for a laugh. Dorian Grey approached Guan Yu, with a joyful smile plastered on his face. "Oh my dear fellow, fancy seeing you here." Noting the bowl in his hands, he felt a small ribbing was in order. "I was unaware that you were serving at this event. How quaint. Hm, I suppose next is to inquire upon the contents of the bowl, if it is drink or feast." "Mister Yu, I fancy a Mai Tai."</s>	<\|message\|>Guan Yu (He does not hide his name, merely laughing off the naming as a coincidence) Confronted At Drinks, Guan Yu Encounters Dorian Grey And there was Dorian Grey. Yunchang was annoyed by this turn of events, but he suppressed it in favour of his normal diplomatic tone. "Mister Grey!" he boomed. "I am sorry to hear of the death of your dear first cousin. Losing family is always hard, and if you require assistance in these times my company is willing to accommodate!" The opposite could not be more true. This man, this... hedonist had been screwing Celestial Life Insurance Pty Ltd out of money constantly. Under a string of assumed names he had defrauded the company that Yunchang had formed to aid those in need. Relative after relative, all identical. But he had never been able to prove it. "And should your intentions be less than benevolent," Guan Yu said, his tone much quieter now, almost conspiratorial even though he still wore the smile of seeing a friend, "I will find out, as promised. Then all of your contacts and associates will not save you when you learn what my title truly means. Are we clear?"</s>
<\|description\|>Mar'Ament "The Formless One" "The Black Blood" Physical Form: Mar, as one of his titles suggests, has no defined form, only being recognized most as like a black, blood-like fluid that can move on its own in any way it wants, taking up any shape or form that he wants or needs to. Abilities: Is currently incapable of using magic, but can learn it. Physical combat ability is potentially unlimited, the only limiting factor how much mass he has. Is capable of learning flight, and is able to harden different parts of himself into rock-like, iron-like, or harder consistencies. Personality: Calm, tactical, observant, and to many uncaring or indifferent. To others, should they earn it, a good ally to have. Wants/Needs: Doesn't exactly have any, though he has a thirst to learn and recover the history that was lost to him. Both of which he feels capable of doing himself. Does have a passive want of getting stronger, however. Relationships: None for now. Backstory: Mar has no memories from before he 'woke up'. So instead, I'll talk about when he was released. He was sealed inside an urn in some ruins right on the border of the elvish and dwarven territories, and a small group of elven warriors was sent to investigate, explore, and obtain anything of their people to bring back. One of them, a female elf, entered the chamber in which his urn resided. A couple of the other elves followed and they each went about searching the many bookshelves and few chest in the room. The female, unfortunately for her, touched the urn and it cracked from age. Right as that happened, the doors slammed shut, likely due to ancient magic, and a black blood from inside the urn shattered it as he lunged at the elf. One swing of the sword went right through it and did nothing, one swing was all she could do before it clung to her chest. She didn't feel it, but multiple small cut were made on her skin, then she felt the pain of the fluid entering her body through those cuts and her mouth and nose. Needless to say, he passed out and Mar took control, slaying the other elves in the room that tried to help her before he entered another dormant, restful state. The elf would wake up later, in a cage being drawn into the mountains by dwarves, feeling something inside her body and at the back of her mind. Other: Nothing at the moment.</s> <\|message\|>Torrens Igneus As Torrens entered the settlement, he found that a squadron of dwarves was coming to intercept him, probably initially intended as reinforcements for the dwarves which had just been blown up. This contingent was made up of a few pikemen, as well as several axe-throwers. If Torrens had been at full strength, such a fight would have been trivial. However, with his presently limited amount of energy, he needed to carefully ration the amount of fire he used until he could find some source of heat. To start, Torrens pointed his fingers at the dwarves and fired a couple of bolts of fire at them. The first one, with the advantage of surprise, landed its mark and felled a pikeman. The second was blocked by a shield, and Torrens did not waste his time trying to get any more bolts past their shields. Then Torrens charged forwards at a full sprint, strafing aside as dwarves threw axes at him and managing to avoid getting hit by too many. When the gap between him and the dwarves was just a few meters Torrens lashed his hands forwards and cast out a fireball- not a very hot one, but one which would erupt into a large and disruptive plume of flame. With the dwarves distracted momentarily by the searing heat and the bright light, Torrens was easily able to slip past the spears pointing at him and push into the ranks of dwarves. As he entered, he clambered over the stocky figures, grabbing at their faces whenever he was capable or otherwise forcing his way past on threat of third degree burns. In just a couple of seconds of confused panic amongst the dwarves, Torrens had made it to the other side. Torrens cleared the group by a few paces, turned and taunted "Bye". Then Torrens turned and ran, easily outpacing the dwarves. As he continued, he found that Clotho's insect swarms had already cleared many of the streets. Those streets which remained held by the dwarves, however, were held tightly. One such barricade that caught his attention, however, was one which was using coals from nearby forges to rain down onto the bugs below. At the street level, the barricade was held by pikemen and dwarves with warhammers and battleaxes for whenever the Myrmidons pushed through the first line of pikemen. In the windows of the buildings adjacent to the barricade were dwarves with crossbows, raining bolts of steel upon the Myrmidons below. And on top, along with the urns of embers, were more crossbowmen and also a few dwarves with blunderbusses, which were keeping the flying Lambent at bay. Torrens wanted to get to those top floors. However, to get there, he would need to somehow gain access to the buildings, and there were no doors or ground-level windows on this side of the blockade, or else it would have been overrun already. The walls were made of stone, so he had no power to barge through them, and it appeared that any attempts by Antlions to get to the walls had been hindered by the rain of embers from above. And Torrens didn't have the power to spare to simply charge through the blockade. However, after a few moments of consideration, he did notice that one window of a building he wanted to get to was within leaping distance of the roof of another building which wasn't under dwarven control. A couple of dwarves guarded it from the inside, but that should hardly be a problem. Torrens entered the adjacent building and climbed to the rooftop. As he emerged, he was noticed by the crossbowman in the window he wanted to get to, and was struck squarely in the shoulder by a crossbow bolt. A small jet of flame erupted as a result, although it barely staggered the fire demon. Swiftly, Torrens retaliated with two bolts of fire, dispatching both the crossbowman and the pikeman guarding that window, then he ran forwards and took a running jump towards that window. A dwarf with a blunderbuss on the roof noticed him and took a shot, but that shot flew wide and landed behind Torrens. Torrens landed half way in the window, grabbing onto the windowsill with both arms. As he pulled himself over, he was almost knocked out of the building by a solid blow by a dwarven warhammer to the face, leaving Torrens dangling out of the window and somewhat peeved. Before the dwarf could follow up the attack Torrens hurled himself up so that his head was above the windowsill and breathed out a cone of fire which engulfed the dwarf, immolating him. Given a few seconds of respite, Torrens was able to climb fully through the window and enter the building. Inside, he was faced with more dwarven warriors who were intent on stopping him. However, Torrens didn't have to get through all of them, only enough to get him to the staircase. Charging forwards, Torrens cleared his path with a tactical fireball, scattering the two dwarves who were in his direct path, then dashed through the opening and up the stairs. On that rooftop, many of the crossbowmen and blunderbuss dwarves on the roof turned in surprise at the intruder, but before they could turn their weapons and open fire Torrens had already made it to the nearest large urn of hot embers and jumped inside, scattering some of the embers onto the surrounding rooftop. This urn was deep enough to hold Torrens up to his waist, so his torso stood out above the hot coals. However, less than a moment after he had entered, the embers flared from a dull red to searing white and hot flames erupted from the urn as Torrens supercharged the combustion of those coals to feed himself. Most of the dwarves were forced to shield their eyes, although a few fired at Torrens any way in a futile attempt to do some damage. About 5 seconds later most of the coals had been reduced to a billowing cloud of searing ashes and the urn which Torrens was standing in now glowed cherry red. Grinning and glowing with power, Torrens leaned forwards, tipped the urn over and stepped out as it fell. As the dwarves raised their weapons to shoot, Torrens made one simple quip. "I win." Then, with outstretched arms and a surge of power, he filled the rooftop with a conflagration which ignited every dwarf caught in it. Laughing, Torrens feasted on the flames of a couple of the burning dwarves before jumping down into the barricade below to join the fight.</s> <\|message\|>Sir D'Artagnan D'Artagnan mowed his way though the dwarves that were of course in his way,The small rabbit helping his steed or rather his wolf pet.The two were making good process helping the group killing the dwarfs underground.His wolf was in the crowd closes to the group to become back up for the group,Meanwhile D'Artagnan was in one of the watch tower killing off the soldiers inside and the archers that were firing at the group at at his pet. D'Artgnan was climbing up the stairs of the tower one by one he conquering the tower form the bottom to the top,The small bunny much to the confusion of the Dwarfs were seeing this cute looking rabbit brandishing a sword murdering their kin one after another.D'Artgnan after what seemed like a hour and a half D'Artgnan had killed most of the dwarfs inside of the tower and given the group a bit of breather room to battle below.His wolf was getting closer to the group the large black wolf flinging his sword back and forth chopping the attacking dwaves in half with each swing of his sword. D'Artgnan came out of the tower running down the stairs of the tower to rejoin the group killing the dwarfs that were in his way.He finally made his way out of the tower his body racing pasted the small figures slashing them while he was on the move towards the group.</s>	<\|message\|>Mar'Ament "The Formless One" "The Black Blood" "Sir, those monsters are pushing further and further into the city, it won't take them long to get here." "It will still take them time, use it to gather my things, make sure to-" An elderly dwarf's sentence was cut off by a scream, which was followed by a dwarf being help down a stairway, a crossbow where his collarbone was, "He was hit by a stray bolt, he'll live, but-" He was interrupted the the elderly one, "If they're firing into the city, then there are monsters that have slipped past the barricades," he muttered a short string of curses, "Secure my alchemy notes, every one of them, then destroy and burn everything else.. We're heading to one of the escape tunnels with the others." "Even the... experiments?" The alchemist looked at him, and gave a short, curt nod. The dwarf guard gathered a couple others and set about killing what was in the cages in the next room. An elven woman, with the appearance of having once been a proud warrior, was huddled in the corner of one cage wearing nothing but loose, tattered, and torn rags, a unfocused and blank look in her eyes. She didn't even look when some dwarves entered the room and started systematically killing the other cages animals and sentient beings. The leader of the group made his way to her cage, looked at her for but a moment, then opened the cage to more easily drive his blade into her. As soon as it broke into her skin and went about an inch in, the pain and her short scream woke him up, the blade stuck and black fluid sprouted from around the blade and before the dwarf could register what happened a black tendril shot through his throat and stuck out of the base of his skull, he was dead before he hit the ground. Black, monster-like hands and claws formed around her hands, the feet following suit as her face was covered by a solid mask. The blade was pulled out and tossed aside, the noise drawing the attention of the other two dwarves, who immediately noticed the dead body and decided to rush what had killed him. One got there first, tripped over a limb in his rush, and had his throat ripped out as he fell, left to die slowly. The other was smarter, and had just reached the doorway and started to yell something when Mar came upon him. The life was ended quickly with a claw to the base of the skull. All that was left was two more guards, who appeared to be mercenary brigands hired for this shady work, one of which was injured from a bolt, and an old alchemist. "G-get it, kill it!" The healthy dwarf charged, and once he was nearly upon Mar just stopped, his arms falling limp to his sides before his body fell. A tendril slowly receding back into the elf's body. Needless to say, the wounded dwarf didn't take much and the alchemist was half-dead in Mar's hand when the doors could be heard opening. Whoever was coming in would hear the old dwarven alchemist begging for his life and trying to make deals, making repeating mentions of his research and the secured escape tunnels out of the city. The only reason he was still alive was because Mar was debating whether to take him as a temporary host while his current one recovered. No, it was too late for that, and he raised a hand to end the man's life.</s>
<\|description\|>Viggo Malmsteen Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 29 Occupation: Bard Personality/Interests: Viggo is an egotistical, nihilistic, and self-destructive person who lives only for self enjoyment. Reveling in the pleasures of life he has little care for trivialities like "responsibility" or "consequences". However, despite his faults, Viggo is utterly dedicated to his music career, and has no lack of discipline when it comes to practising his guitar or vocal talents. Appearance: Viggo is a tall and lithe person, with hints of muscularity in his arms and chest. Body build: As mentioned above, he is thin, but now scrawny, and tall for a human, standing at around 6'2. Hair: Viggo's pale golden hair flows down past his chest, and is light enough to majestically billow in a soft breeze. Skin color: This bard is unremarkably pale, little else to say here. Eye/Iris color: Viggo often wears dark paint around the sockets of his eyes, but his irises are a deep blue. Height/Weight: 6'2 / 155lbs Notable Features: Viggo often wears a cologne concocted from sweet smelling herbs and flowers, giving him an aroma that masks the smell of booze that perpetually floats around him. Clothing Description: Viggo wears a black sleeveless top when indoors, and adopts a larger longsleeved cloak of a similar colour when outside. His breeches are slightly greyer, but generally match stylistically with the rest of his outfit. Equipment: Viggo's prized possession is his guitar, as it so no ordinary device. Unlike most string instruments, Viggo's guitar is modified with socketed black crystals and panels of metal that run along the body and up into the neck. When the strings are thrashed, the instrument rings out a much harsher but powerful noise (ie. the noise of an electric guitar). However, the guitar's strings can still be plucked softly to mimic the sound of a lute or traditional (acoustic) guitar. The inner workings of the instrument are known to Viggo alone. Weapon(s): Viggo, by habit, carries a small dagger with him. Powers While Viggo's skill at guitar does stem from years of practise, he rightfully sees himself as a natural, and has been proficient with musical instruments from a young age. Abilities: Viggo is human, and therefore possesses few abnormal traits. Talents: Viggo is a masterful guitarist, and according to himself, the best in the world. He is also an incredible drinker, and known to rival dwarves in the amount of alcohol he can pump into his body before needing the help of a healer. Magic: While Viggo is not a mage or wizard by any standards, his knowledge of the arcane has allowed him to blend magic into his music, as such, Viggo's playing tends to have bizarre effects on people. Depending on the tempo, melody, and theme of the song, Viggo can slowly turn a group of people against one another, or make a situation calmer by lulling everyone into a state of peace and tranquility. Certain riffs can also summon dread or pain in individuals, though the effects of the spell are quickly broken if Viggo stops playing. History: (Read Rule VI.)</s> <\|message\|>Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku The old Zizz soon descended the stairs and entered the main room of the tavern, scanning his head from left to right. It was considerably busier than usual this morning, he noticed. Lots of strange folk hanging around, too. There was some fancy-pants Rodent hanging about; could've sworn he's seen that one before. But there was something even stranger next to him; a giant Ogre was standing there with a pint in his hand (seemed like a woefully inadequate amount for a creature of his size), laughing in the Rodent's face. He couldn't see the Rodent's face, and that was a shame, because he'd probably have been putting on a funny expression. Off in one of the corners, he squinted at the redhead witch hanging about in the shade. It wasn't an evil squint, mind you, but a competitive squint; he had been at the tavern for about a week now, and had had ample opportunity to acquaint himself with that one. He couldn't help but admire her ingenuity with that Crossbow of hers. She could prove problematic if any big-time mercenary work pops up, with all that old-school magic of hers. Cheating? Yes, but only if you got caught. Then there was that Sheep herder at one of the tables. Best ignore that one, he thought. He'd been sneaking about 'his' land again, and he didn't seem to have a good sense of humour. The sort of person who'd go nuts if you so much as mentioned the idea of controlling animal population. Which was a shame, given the enormous Wolf he'd spotted in the area. That was going to prove quite the prize, when he had some free time. What was particularly irritating at this time in the morning, though, was the sheer business of the place. The Zizz usually sat in one of the comfy seats off in the corner somewhere, but it seemed like that area was flooded with young fools getting drunk at nine A.M., or whatever time it was. Morons! They'd probably end up dead before the day was done, he thought as he chuckled to himself slightly, though not forgetting his irritation. As a result of these morons, however, the Zizz was forced to manuever his way past quite a few patrons (not an easy task thanks to his height and tail swaying about) and clamber up on top a lone stool at the bar, somewhere he rarely ever sat. There was a good reason for this, which made itself apparent pretty soon. Ignoring the great wall that was the Ogre to his left, he rummaged about in one of his belt pockets to retrieve his prized Pipe, made of dark wood as per usual Zizz preference. Removing the little cap to stop all the pre-packed 'medicinal' herbs from falling out, he removed a match from the same pocket and attempted to strike it against the bar. No luck. He tried it again, and again, and about six more 'agains' before he could finally squeeze a little flame off it, grumbling to himself the entire time. That was another weird thing about the tavern; it always took more effort to light matches. Some sort of newfangled suppression field, perhaps, which might also explain the sheer lack of the usual bar fights he'd seen in... just about every other tavern he'd been to. Except the ones in Tarzblik, obviously. For entirely different reasons. Finally, he stuck his Pipe in his toothy mouth and lit it with the match, waving it about afterwards to turn the fire into a little smoke puff. Of course, that was nothing compared to what happened afterwards as the Zizz began to actually smoke said Pipe, releasing much bigger puffs of smoke which spread across the bar. Of course the Zizz didn't particularly care for any inconvenience this may cause, since the calming herbal sensation had him captivated. It was enough to make him grin again, in that classic terrifying fashion Zizz were known for.</s> <\|message\|>Azzrix Grimmor Azzrix was slightly disappointed that Kat hadn't taken the mug he had offered, but she did already have one. He then heard the orge's response and even though he kept a straight face Azzrix had a vein bulging on his head. How dare this creature make his offer of help a game, if he wasn't of noble birth then he would have taken this beast's head. Even though his mind was thinking violent thoughts Azzrix still smiled at the inferior creature before him. "You're a funny one ogre, what is your name, you do have a name right?" he asked with a smile still imagining throwing a knife at him. He took sips of his mead and felt his anger calm down for a bit. He was waiting to see what kind of mission he could take to earn some money and also see if there would be a chance for him to steal from a challenging wealthy person, maybe he would also get an assassination mission. God only knows when he would get a chance to practice his assassin skills on a mission and he wondered how well the others would do on such missions. Azzrix was more interested in working with magic users, muscle was good, but he had plenty of that and anymore stealthy people would mean that he would lose the franchise, he had enough stealth. Magic on other hand he had none of and so getting a good magic user to work with him would open up a whole world of possibility and fencing magical artifacts would get him a really great amount of gold, he's heard stories about some magic guilds being loaded thanks some of them being able to make gold with their magic. Azzrix especially would love to get his hands on the alchemy formula to create gold if it existed, an infinite amount of gold would be very useful for expanding his family's influence and ambitions of his own.</s> <\|message\|>Drubbins "Dat'd be Drubbins." The Ogre announced proudly. "Dats da name..." He quiets down, thinking back. Drubbins didn't have the best memory in the world. He remembered general things, but who's and where's and when's generally leaked out of his head between bosses. He didn't consider this a bad thing, it cleared space for all the new people he'd be putting in his head, but even he wouldn't forget a life changing encounter. "Dats da name I was givin' by Malia Burg, da Source-ress, on account a my big 'ands and what I could do wif 'em."</s> <\|message\|>Claire Alexandria Claire listened intently to Historia as she answered her question, nodding slightly here and there. As soon as her...friend, here got her food, Claire worked up the courage to try her own. Clearly far behind Mysaren, she took a few dainty bites of her meal. Honestly she was quite hungry, but she never knew eating any other way. "It certainly is..." Claire stopped to look around the place, choosing a word for the tavern. "Warm." She finished. She regarded the large ogre, now enjoying a drink with the stoic barhand and ratman. Next was the white haired boy with animal ears. He was the source of the magic earlier...The cheery blue, working as she wanted, and another new face. A reptilian man smoking to himself at another seat..."and interesting." She continued before going back to eating. Her food was warm and quite good, not what she was used to, but she was enjoying it so far. As she ate she on and off watched her two companions. They were quite different people, but they didn't seem bad. "Thank you." She added softly, avoiding eye contact. She didn't know what exactly she was thanking them for, but it seemed right.</s> <\|message\|>Katelia (kuh-TELL-ee-uh) The tavern was certainly getting lively. People were bustling this way and that, mingling with each other, and Kat was just about done with all this for the day. Entertaining characters aside, she was tired. Hunting in the forest all night tended to be a draining experience. Kat knew, tired as she was, any reservations she had about making smartass comments would be all but gone. And Hel could only hold her back so much. "Well," she said with an exaggerated sigh, patting Hel on his great furry head to signal it was time. "This has been a pleasure, my lord," she said to Azzrix, "but I really must be going." Hel got up so Kat could stand. It was time for a nice nap in the forest. She had a permanent room at the tavern, but if the magical mishap had been any indication for the day, it would be too rowdy here to get any rest. On their way out as they weaved through the crowd, Kat saw some people that made her reconsider. The Zizz was out and about, which usually meant a fun time. And Felan had just entered in his quiet way. He wasn't as lively, but Hel was fond enough of him. Kat just gave them both quick nods as she left. When they finally got outside, Hel almost immediately shoved her back through the door. A frantic horse, wild and riderless was thundering towards them. The snow leopard jumped in front of her, baring his fangs and hissing at the mare. The horse slid to a stop, tearing up her front legs with a screech. And then she was turning, dashing away from the two of them. Lowering his hackles, Hel relaxed his stance, while Kat just looked after the horse, eyebrow raised. It was then that she saw the horse's rider, flat on the ground. Glancing at Hel, she walked around her companion to squat next to the man. "Trouble with your horse?" she said slyly, A smirk making its way onto her face. Hel plodded up beside her and nudged him a bit with his nose, sniffing.</s> <\|message\|>Tahira Raske Although she didn't quite agree, Tahira smiled at the comment about Viggo's music as she sat down in the chair Margaret had offered her. The charm that the witch was referring to intrigued her, as their magic both strayed along a similar path, so she pulled back her hood far enough to expose her amber eyes so that she could see it in detail. Her senses were still upset from the earlier shock, but she could still identify the trinket's energy. She was capable of making her own enchantments, but she preferred keeping them temporary, which meant she wasn't arrayed in enchanted items unless she was going out on one of the few missions that caught her attention. In three months, she had only found a handful of jobs that interested her. Realizing she had been silent for a second longer than was comfortable, Tahira looked up from the charm. "How long have you practiced the arts?" she asked, hesitant at the personal question. However, magic users were so dynamic in skill and knowledge it was natural for her to be curious.</s>	<\|message\|>Viggo Malmsteen Viggo concludes his ballad and scowls for a minute at the denizens of the tavern, glancing down to find his pail of coins just as full as it had been when he began playing. He grumbles something to himself as he slings his guitar around his back, hopping off the stage and sauntering over to the bar to grab a drink, knowing that for his next song, he'd need his voice to be "well oiled". Putting down a small tower of coins harvested from his donation pail, the bard glances towards Bernard and puts on a guise of friendliness. "Bernard, you stoic son of a bitch, how about a couple of beers" he chimes with a handsome, albeit toothy grin. Assuming he gets his due alcohol, having paid the price in silver, Viggo would return to the stage, sitting down cross legged as he ploughs through the two drinks, abolishing the first in half a minute before swiftly moving onto the next. Once sufficiently drowsed by the beer, Viggo stands once more, kicking the stool backwards and out of the way. Drawing his guitar from his back once more, he adopts a wide-legged stance before he begins to pluck once more at the strings of instrument. The new song begins much like the one before, though after a few seconds the noise of his guitar shifts to become much more metallic and offensive to some ears. The powerful riffs ring out from the instrument with an energetic wave, inspiring courage and vigour in all that listen, unless of course your will is powerful enough to resist Viggo's musical charms. As the song finds its pace, Viggo begins to rock his head up and down with thumping rhythm, causing his hair to flow in time with his movements.</s>
<\|description\|>Raven Eclipse Character Skeleton Age: 22 Gender: Male Place Of Birth: Space Colony; Near asteroid Ceres Bio: Raven Eclipse was born into a wealthy energy corporation, much like how Ceres' family is, and like him he was home-schooled by his parents. He is a good friend of Ceres' as they have known each other since they were kids, due to the fact that their corporations were neighbors. Both of their families benefited from one another and became very close towards each other. Raven had also wanted to become a pilot and so at age 14 his father began teaching him. By the time he was 18, he became an expert pilot. As soon as Raven was about to enroll into the military service, he then got the news that Ceres' father had died due to an assassination attempt by a rival family. The Eclipse family was devastated as their old time business partner had finally vanished from the universe. In response, they gave a great amount of wealth to try and save the company from getting bankrupt, but yet it still wasn't enough. However, Ceres was already trying to recruit some of the most powerful families in the area and seek revenge over his father's death. As a response, Raven gladly joined his newly formed alliance. In about a year, the family alliance had been completed and they soon made the raid on the Murder's corporation. Their mechs had completely destroyed the company and had finally killed the murder of Ceres' father. As the alliance cheers in victory, Ceres announces to make an official corporate alliance and become the most powerful group in the Universe! Raven, along with the rest of the group, cheered him on as The Asterion Corporation Alliance (ACG) was born. Raven's title is second-in-command to Ceres, as he is his most trusted and long-time ally of his family. Talents/Skills: Raven is an expert pilot and stealth expert. He is also well rounded with light firearms and also very well skilled in various martial arts. Anything else of interest: Raven always has a face mask covering his mouth, yet no one really knows why. All Raven said was that it just 'looks cool.' He also likes to meditate when he is alone. Mecha Sheet Name: EOS-IX8 Sidewinder Armaments: The Sidewinder has very limited armament in his storage compartments. However, it can wield attached wrist-phasers along with wielding P89 Rapid-Pistol and the MK4 Pulse Rife. It always has an energy katana in his back compartment in case the pilot needed to fight up close and personal. In some cases it would be equipped with a long-distance rifle, capable of shooting things from miles upon miles away. Special Equipment: The Sidewinder's armor is almost undetectable, as he uses stealth armor. Its light yet durable enough to withstand some small fire. It also has jet packs in which it can go up to incredibly fast speeds, looking like a grey blur towards his opponents. Mecha Specs: Long Range Combat: C Medium Range Combat: A Close Range Combat: B Armor: C Speed: A Agility: A Strength: C Shielding: B Mecha Quirks: The Sidewinder was the first and also preferred mecha of choice for Raven, mostly due to its fast speed and agility. Once he took ownership of it from his father, he began to design add-ons for it, depending on the situation it may face. On its own, its incredibly fast, but its armor is rather weak so most of his protection comes from its shield.</s> <\|message\|>Reb Manning Reb was barely half way to hangars when red lights flared and the alarm went off. Immediately he started trotting towards his mech as fast as possible, gulping down yesterdays sandwiches along the way. Due to his short stature it wasnt long till he heard the running steps of much faster pilots behind him. "Oh come on! Even with headstart you guys make me look like late responder!" Reb doubled his troubled running and arrived at hangars more or less the same time as others. Short jump trough non-gravity he was at his mechs chest and clambered in to cockpit, anticipating to return finishing maintenance he had left sub systems running, that would give him bit of a headway. Systems checked green and he gave the OK to hangar crew. Mark-005- began sliding into one of each mechas private airlocks that prevented all crew getting spaced during quick launch. "Reb Manning and Heat Jack ready to launch! Lets give em hell boys and girl!" He knew they had no confirmed enemy contacts yet but Reb was a sucker for extra motivation trough comms, probably the only thing in common with him and the earthborn Daniel "Noize." He inhaled deeply of his mechas air supply as he entered space, he knew he couldnt really smell space but the feeling of entering ones natural habitat was very real for him. "Im setting defensive parameter around portside engines." Xeon III had state of the art engines, efficient, powerful and well armored so most of the time they could be left undefended without second thought. But Reb had much more experience of pirate thinking than he would ever tell anyone else, engines were the first to go, armored or not. Reb and Mark-005- took hold of Xeon III´s side to eliminate his own drift that was quite a large factor when firing in space. He could almost feel his gun heating up to near dangerous levels, ever ready to shower anything that moved with plasma projectiles. "Come out wherever you are. I can smell you." Well of course he couldnt but that was the feeling in his neck. Thats when his comms rang the message from ms Wells: "We´ve got an unknown at point 3765" "WHAT?!" Reb almost surprised himself with his own yell, his custom scanner quickly picked up on the announced unknown and all of his previous assumptions about the situation flew out the window. He announced to his team over the comms: "Careful with this one guys, I dont think thats an pirate..."</s> <\|message\|>James "Paladin" Rockefeller Jame's, Firefly had picked faint traces of comms activity but there was no way to if it was pirates, they weren't talking so they were idiots. He rotated himself past Wells just she identified the unknown Mecha, he was fast so he turned his after burned on nice and slow, easing himself forward. "I'll go check it out, might be a custom like mine, field test gone bad. I'll move in and try to hail them, you guys stay back and watch if I get hit stay with the ship, it's the priority." He moved in closer trying every frequency, he spoke calmly trying to get them to respond. "Hello, I'm James Rockefeller with the Xeon III, please acknowledge and tell us your intentions." He repeated the mantra over and over as he floated closer to it, weapon safeties off, he didn't like this, he didn't like this at all.</s> <\|message\|>Raven Eclipse As Raven stealthily makes his way towards the nearest asteroid, his scanners picked up yet another mecha in the area. After looking around for a minute, he finally sees the other mysterious mecha in the distance. It appears that it isn't part of the Xeon lll and has a humanoid shape, a form in which he has never seen before. "What the hell are you...?" Revan mutters under his breathe as he takes a closer look at it. He wants to tell the captain about it, but his ship's power, along with the rest, was in shutdown mode. The only way to let him know of the unknown Mecha's existence was to find and alert him personally. He quickly approaches the main asteroid invisibly, with only 20 more minutes of cloaking remaining...</s> <\|message\|>Marsha Wells XEON III - COMMAND CENTER Captain Herald studied the unknown Mecha, a visual put up on a side screen for a closer look. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. "Are there any matches in the database?" He decided to ask though he had a feeling there would be nothing close enough to be a match. "Databanks show negative sir. Craft is of unknown design and origin." "Well now, this is certainly a sight. Let's see what its going to do." IRIS 1 ~Solar system species attempting communication, analyzing transmissions. Running linguistics program, language recognized. Translating. Species attempting first contact, more data is required.~ As the I.R.I.S. AI processed the information the Mecha started to spew what could only be described as a cloud from its shoulder turrets. A purple mist funneled out and started to spread rapidly through space, the 'mist' was full of tiny little nano-machines, equipped to latch onto anything they touched and to send the data back to the IRIS 1. The cloud expanded rapidly in all directions, getting thinner the further out it went but it didn't take many nano-machines to get a good amount of information. Any machines touched by the nanites were quickly tagged by the IRIS one, meaning the machine could know their position at all times, hidden or not. ~Considering responding to primitive species...communication not advisable. Will continue analyzing lifeforms.~ The IRIS 1 started to move through his scanning cloud as the information started to pour in from the millions of nano-machines attaching themselves to various surfaces. Marsha Wells "What in deep space is that machine trying to do? Things are not starting to look to good." Marsha was thankful that her machine was on the side away from the IRIS 1 so she was not in danger of coming into contact, whatever that mecha had just spewed into space around it. Things had taken a turn for the weird.</s> <\|message\|>James "Paladin" Rockefeller James had floated close to the object, right up until it release the strange cloud. He was proponent of the idea of alien life, maybe this was Mech from an alien civilization he didn't know if the cloud was a weapon or a communications device but he didn't move, however he readied the after burners for a sudden jump if the strange purplish cloud. He decided he should reinforce the message, switching over to lie comms rather one message on repeat he hailed it once more. "Hello, this is James Rockefeller of the Xeon III. I am hailing you to warn of possible pirate activity in the area as such we ask that you respond, we must clear this sector encase of a hostile presence, if you do not respond to hails we must assume you mean us harm. I have no interest in fighting you, so please respond." As he spoke he engaged his Mech hacking systems, if it wouldn't talk he would see if Firefly could make it squeal.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel "Noize" Bhane David looked on, mentally slapping his face for James's actions. He looked at the strange moving cloud forming in front of his eyes. The native from New York didn't trust the mech and he also had to focus on the pirates. He did another sensor to make sure they weren't going to be blindsided by the pirates. He readied his main gun and loaded the first round into the cannon. He rocketed next to James and nodded his head to him. Noize looked at the mech and said into the comms. "Hello, unknown mech please disarm yourselves and contact us through your communications. I agree with my compatriot and that you should clear the area for there is illegal activity that we suspect is happening around this area. If you do not move or communicate, we will assume the worst and that you are connected. Please respond or we will enact hostilities upon you" David awaited his response.</s> <\|message\|>Reb Manning Reb was nervous as all hell now. While working for "Roses of Pluto" he had fair share of pirate tactics and strategies, ranging far and wide from full on assault to sneaking into ships dressed as space nuns of the holy order of Jupiter. No one had ever just sent an single mecha to silently stare an ship and release a- what was that anyway? Was it gas? In space? If its purpose was to have them on the edge of their seats it was working wonders! Reb commed Marsha and the others again: "Lets just light it up and be done with it! No pilot I have ever known is that dense to communication attempts except if they are planning something VERY nasty!</s> <\|message\|>Marsha Wells As the could expanded nano-bots quickly attached themselves to various Mecha and started to transmit data over to the IRIS I. Before long a few of the bots had managed to make their way over to the pirates, revealing their presence to the alien Mecha. ~Primitive lifeforms weapons technology advanced enough to pose a threat. Communications suggest hostilities shall begin shortly. Attempted hacking on this unit, Firewall engaged. Commencing preemptive strike.~ The artificial intelligence had made its choice, it was time to put down the lifeforms before they had a chance to do even minor damage to their important facilities. Before the IRIS one could engage however, honor demanded that it broadcast its intentions before engaging hostilities. To accomplish this task it broadcast a signal to all vessels in the area, the artificial voice was barely distinguishable from a human voice and based on a female template. "Inhabitants of the Sol System, your interference shall not be tolerated. This Initial Response Information System orders total extermination." The IRIS I then opened fire upon the FireFly which was attempting to hack its systems from afar. Laser cannons opened up first from its shoulder turrets as the IRIS I quickly retreated back toward its 'home' asteroid, which was now suddenly alive with activity. The asteroid seemed to just melt away as many machines seemed to just dig out of the rock, as the defense systems were activated. The robots were obviously a mass production type, shaped somewhat like horseshoe crabs the rather flat machines jumped out into space, splitting into two groups, one toward the XEON III and the rest toward the most likely location of the pirate fleet. The crab bots were equipped with powerful pincers for close combat and were equipped with linear pulse canons, meaning they could only shoot straight ahead making it possible to outmaneuver them; however there were a fair amount of them to contend with. Quickly the pilots of the XEON III took defensive positions and started to engage the alien machines. Cannons, lasers, and rockets started the fill the minor asteroid field as battle was joined.</s>	<\|message\|>Raven Eclipse As the Sidewinder flies towards the hidden pirate strike force, Raven can then see the hostility from the unknown mech upon the unsuspecting Xeon lll crew. Soon enough, he managed to reach the asteroid and attempts to make close proximity contact with Ceres. Once he was in close range, he establishes contact, taking out his cloaking ability in the process. "Ceres." he speaks, "Ceres do you copy?" A faint red pulse can then be seen from the Shockwave's eye. "Raven..." he answered, "What did you see?" "An unknown mecha has recently made contact with the Xeon lll crew," Raven then explains, "It has recently launched hostilities against them." Ceres then chuckles with glee. "Just the tactical advantage we need..." he says with an evil grin, "The pesky mecha crew is now concentrated on the newcomer. They would never suspect our attack until it would be too late!" Soon the Shockwave's power had been rebooted and was now fully online. "Corporatists!" he then shouts into the comn, alerting all the mecha units, "The time has come! Start up your engines and get ready to attack! The crew is distracted by an unknown mech and utterly obvious to our presence. Now is the time to strike!" As soon as he finishes, the mecha units began to light up, one by one, until all were fully operational. Then like a swarm of bees coming out of their hive, they begin a surprise attack on the main ship, their lasers firing like mad! The battle has only just begun!</s>
<\|description\|>Natalie O'Reilly Age: 23 Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Natalie O'Reilly The sun peeked through cracked and broken blinds, rays landing on the face of a young brunette woman who lay splayed out on a mattress. Her nose wrinkled as she scrunched her face up and groaned, arms stretching out above her head (one hand held a blade that she kept a firm grasp on even in her sleep). Alright, Natalie. Time to rise and shine. Finally, she willed herself to open her eyes and sit up. She found herself sitting on the same mattress, in the same motel room that smelled of mildew and dust as she had every morning for the past three months. It wasn't the coziest of places for her to shack up, there were far nicer pads in the city that she could've taken refuge in. But those fancy security systems and electric fences that the wealthy employed didn't do much good in a city without a grid. Instead, she chose this roach motel in what was once known as a sketchy part of town. Metal bars across the windows and double locks on the doors from the long gone days of gang activity mean that Natalie has to do less work to make sure she doesn't get mauled to death every night by the likes of the new thugs that roam the streets. Natalie rose off of the stale mattress and walked over to the broken sink in the small bathroom of the motel room. A mirror that was cracked with a million splintering spiderwebs completed the dilapidated look of the place, sending a plethora of Natalies looking back at her, as if she were being judged by a panel of selves from another dimension inside the looking glass. A sigh escaped her, and she unscrewed the water bottle that sat on the unbroken edge of the sink. Using the last of the bottle, she brushed her teeth with Spongebob toothpaste and threw the rest on her face. Luxuries like running water and whitening toothpaste weren't things to be afforded these days. Take what you can find. Speaking of find, it was about time Natalie went out and scrounged up some more supplies for her little motel haven. Problem with being here for the past few months is that now, Natalie has to venture further away to find anything due to depleting the closer resource caches. It was a bit of a chore, but she didn't mind the fresh air and getting to knock off a couple walkers. If she was really lucky, she got to deal with a Shocker or Screamer. It keeps her in shape. Natalie pulled her brown hair back into a baseball cap and began preparing her bag for a day out on the town. Before all of this, she didn't have much experience with the 9mm pistol she now placed in a holster on her side, or for the K-BAR knife she held as tightly in her sleep as she did in her waking hours, and the AR-15 that she strapped to her back was once something she had only used for sport, not survival. Natalie was never too cautious when heading out on a scavenge, always packing all of her important items. It had been a long time since Natalie had crossed paths with another human survivor, but she didn't risk leaving her ammo and supplies lying in wait for someone to raid while she was out. Taking a peek through the peep hole of the door, she stepped out into the daylight. As she closed the door behind her and took her first step into the parking lot, a strange noise caught her attention. Something between a fizzle and a hiss, almost like a firework. Natalie knotted her brow together in confusion, turning and hoping the noise wasn't some strange new breed of zombie getting the jump on her. What she discovered, instead, made her heart drop to her stomach. The bright red light flickered high in the sky, teasing her at its peak before plummeting towards the ground as it faded away. It couldn't be more than half a dozen blocks west. A million questions ran through Natalie's mind, all at the same time and at rapid speed. What was it? Who was it? Why? How many? Trap? Rescue? Life? Death? The questions all could have very different answers, but one things was for sure: she had to find the source of the call and see for herself what it was about, even if from a distance. So, she carefully began making her way towards the source of the flare. Ten minutes later, Natalie's train of thought was cut off when she heard the shuffling of feet several yards behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that the same noise of the flare that caught her attention has gathered the attention of the locals. A lone walker began making its way towards her, so to keep from attracting any others, she takes her K-BAR and approaches carefully. Dodging a lunge by the zombie, Natalie countered with a stout jab to the neck, twisting the knife and ending the zombie's second life. Only this was no regular walker. As she twists the knife, it lets out an ear-piercing scream, sending Natalie to her knees for a moment before the zombie falls lifeless to the concrete. A busted ear drum didn't keep her from hearing the moans of those around her that had now been alerted of her position. She swooped down to grab her knife and left in a sprint down the alleyway towards the nearest road. Behind her, a small group of zombies was gathering hot on her trail. They stumbled over their fallen comrade, but a pair of them leapt ahead of the pack with the speed of a star running back. Runners and screamers?! Natalie panted as she ran full speed ahead, her eyes focused on making it to the road for an open area to fight, or even better, a building to try and lose them in. Her hands found the pistol at her hip and she fired off shots over her shoulder, not risking slowing down to line up a decent shot as she charged forward in the direction of the road and the flare, now hoping there really were more survivors there to get her out of this mess she found herself in.</s> <\|message\|>Maeve Harper So far, everything seemed to be going well. Of course she never said that out loud since she didn't want to jinx herself. She had creeped through about five blocks of deserted city and only encountered three walkers. One, by itself, was a Smoker. Maeve could tell because as soon as it saw her it opened it's mouth and black smoke just began to come out, but the blond quickly threw a knife into its mouth. It stumbled backwards and fell against a wall, where Maeve took her other knife and severed its head from its spine. She made a slight face when she noticed the gore on her beloved pair of knives, so she wiped them off on a newspaper that was lying on the ground. The other two that she encountered were Scabs, which made her whine a bit because they were just general pains in the ass. Did (villain) really have to turn into a zombie? She could tell the two were Scabs because they just seemed too cocky. Was that a thing? Cocky, arrogant zombies? Well, they seemed that way and Maeve had to set down her shotgun in order to make the perfect throw through the zombies's eyes. Sure she could blast open their eye sockets, but Maeve really didn't want to attract any more attention. One throw and one zombie was down; the next was a bit harder because it started to weave back and forth - although quite slowly - and after a few seconds of aligning Maeve managed to pierce the second eye. She quickly ran over and, with the butt of her gun, jammed the knives further into their skulls. With a little twist added for good measure, she pulled out the knives and wiped them on the back of her pants and continued on her merry little way. The three kills heightened her senses and made her a bit jumpy. A zombie could appear around any corner at any moment, which fucking sucked. She was never good at dealing with suspense. She hated horror or suspense films because she became too jumpy and either yelled at the actors or googled the end of the movie. However, these past two years of struggling to survive has made her deadly calm when needed. Like now. About three blocks away, she heard it. The sound that filled nightmares. The scream that horror movie directors would die to get on camera. It was a Screamer and they only shrieked when it was going after a human. It was like a switch turned on in Maeve's mind. She quickly looked around before running to and climbing up the rusty fire escape ladder of a one story 24-hour medical center (which she should probably check out later) and discarded her bag next to her to prop up her gun. About three seconds after she readied herself, she saw a girl around her age run around the corner of a building. It didn't take a genius to figure out that not only did the poor girl bother a Screamer, but she also got the attention of some Runners - two, to be exact. Maeve only had a short time frame to kill both of them, so she had to act fast. When the first Runner appeared around the corner she let out a shot, swearing under her breath when she felt like the shot was off. A relieved breath left her mouth, however, when she realized the shot severed the head from the neck. That was one for the books. She couldn't revel long in the kill, though, since there was another Runner that didn't slow down because of the loss of its companion. Just one left and Maeve had to shoot now otherwise she would be out of range. She moved down to the edge of the roof and saw that the girl might get hit if she took the shot at this angle. "Well, suck it up, buttercup," she muttered since getting a little bullet wound would be much less painful than getting ripped to shreds by a zombies. Maeve took the shot but swore when she hit the damn thing in its back. The Runner stumbled, losing pace, and Maeve quickly reloaded and shot at him again. Again, it was in the neck, and caused the Runner to fall. Jumping down from the roof, and swearing a bit at herself since she realized she could've broken an ankle or something, she approached the fallen Runner and shot it once more, right in the head. She was luckily far enough away to avoid spatter, which would've been super gross, and she quickly whirled around to make sure that no other zombies were attracted by the sounds.</s>	<\|message\|>Natalie O'Reilly The funny thing about the whole "end-of-the-world-zombie-apocalypse" happening was that it tended to keep those who were fortunate enough to survive in pretty good shape. Wow, Chris, you've never looked so good! Must be all that running for your life you do! Unfortunately, all of this fitness was worn down with malnutrition, mental instability, and frequent dehydration. Add on thirty pounds of equipment and weapons, and one soon finds out that no amount of cardio could make you invincible. Natalie now found herself in an unfortunate situation. Bogged down by the backpack on her shoulders and the heavy assault rifle strapped across her back, she was quickly growing tired. Her breaths came in rapid, ragged gasps as her muscles screamed for oxygen to power them forward. Ignoring the pain and the exhaustion that was quickly setting in, she continued with one foot pounding down in front of the other, hearing the footsteps of the two Runners behind her drawing nearer. She neared the end of the alleyway and took a sharp turn onto the road, nearly falling to the asphalt when she heard a shot ring out shortly after she and her two trailers entered the street. 'What the HELL was that?!' A glance over her shoulder soon revealed that one of the Runners had been disposed of. By whom? She did not know, nor did she have time to think about it as the other zombie pressed forward still, gaining on Natalie's heels as she attempted to weave between the rubble of abandoned cars and trash that littered the street. KAPLOW Mere moments later, a second crack of a gunshot was heard. The sound of the bullet tearing through the zombie's back never crossed Natalie's mind, because a white hot pain became apparent very quickly in her left leg. The third round of gunfire made Natalie question whether this mystery sniper was targeting the zombies or her, as she soon had to slow her run to a hobble. Natalie reaffirmed her grip on the pistol in her hand as she turned around, ready to face whatever may be coming at her head on now that she finally came to a stop. The scene she was met with was a surprising one, and it made her take a step backwards. Both of the Runners that were after her lie dead on the road, and a girl not much older than herself approached, putting one last bullet into the head of the most recently downed zombie. As the girl spun around, in what appeared to be an attempt to check and make sure the rest of the horde wasn't hot on the trail of their two faster cousins, Natalie took a look down at her leg. Blood dripped out of a gash that was torn in her pants, about three inches along her calve. It appeared as though the bullet only grazed her as she was running. Lucky her. Still hurt like a bitch though, and without proper dressing it would be susceptible to infection. Natalie turned her attention back to the girl just a few yards away from her. This wasn't really the place for introductions or pleasantries, especially with all the ruckus Natalie had just caused, the streets were probably now teeming with dead freaks. Still, the girl had for some reason saved Natalie from the Runners. But trust wasn't easily earned around here. "Nice shooting," Natalie called out to the girl. "Could use a wee bit of adjustment though," she said, letting a little sarcasm come through after seeing the coast was clear for the moment. It had been months since she had even talked to anyone but herself. "I suppose I should thank you for saving my ass just now," Her eyes caught the sign for the old medical center just up the road, "but I have this bullet wound, you see, and I think I could better thank you after we get out of the street and I get this patched up." She didn't know if the girl trusted her, or if she should trust the girl. But right now, she was a sitting duck in the middle of the road. "Name's Natalie, by the way."</s>
<\|description\|>Bernard Alexander Species: Purebred Vampire Age: 479 Appearance: Bernard appears to be a tall (6'1"), well-built man in his early thirties. Raven-black hair that falls around his ears and shoulders frames the typical red eyes of his kind.Coarse but closely trimmed hair covers the lower half of his face, making the visible pale skin around it stand out more. A scar creates a hairless pink line from above his right eye, across the bridge of his nose, and down to his jawline. The remainder of his features are sharp and reminiscent of predatory beasts. Preferring understated styles, Bernard usually wears dark t-shirts and similarly colored jeans. He generally wears hiking boots, as well as a black duster-style leather coat. Personality: Often described as 'a bear of a man,' Bernard makes no attempt to act otherwise. His gruff demeanor tends to get most humans to leave him alone, which is what he wants. When passionate or pissed, he tends to lose sight of caution and react violently and without hesitation. Aside from that, he is level-headed and dependable, and his outbursts are tempered from centuries of survival. Thick skin and the obstinance of a bull makes him hard to manipulate unless you push the right buttons. Equipment: Bernard prefers to rely on his own two hands in a fight, but does carry more than that. An inside pocket of his duster carries a Taurus 4510PD-3SS Revolver. His coat pockets also typically include the usual fare of wallet and (forged) identification. Background: Though both of Bernard's parents were vampires, he has no recollection of his mother. She would have died during labour because of complications during the birth, but his father, Gerald, did not allow this. Before Bernard was even completely in the world, his mother was drained of her lifeblood. His upbringing after that was harsh and centered on survival and little else. Bernard's father was cruel, uncaring about his progeny except that he not reveal them and not get in his way. Blood stained the path they walked, and no survivors stirred in their wake. Eventually, this caused the younger vampire to turn his back on his sire and look for a better way. Turning to the then recently formed Society, he sought a new family. The rules of the Society became Bernard's way of life, and its members his family, distant and different as they were. Free of the violent influence, he turned his attention to higher minded distractions of fine art and literature for a time, withdrawing almost completely from the world as a whole. He maintained contact with the Society and those members that were near him, but was rarely seen among humans except to feed. Even with the companionship of the Society when compared to that of his father, Bernard grew lonely over the years. Recently, in his hunger and despair, he turned a young woman who caught his eye and revealed to her the truth of her new life. For reasons unknown even to him, he has chosen not to reveal his identity to her yet. Extra: Bernard is the vampire who turned Maxine, and is rather protective of her. Any violence directed toward her by hunters or other vampires is met in kind, though out of view of the public.</s> <\|message\|>Aldaric Corven Weirven Whether Ehren fully understood him or not, Aldaric believed they were more alike than Ehren realized. Truly, Aldaric envied what the pureblood had had so long ago, the position of a god, dominance, to have been worshiped and feared, even if he had offered some form of protection to his cattle in return. There was no shame in caring for humans, even loving them, as long as proper respect was maintained. Humans had to be kept under control, not vice versa. Such as Aldaric Weirven's opinion. Aldaric kept quiet for a moment as he listened, noting the direction of those red orbs. As Ehren turned with his last words to depart, Katarina would be suddenly caught off guard to find Aldaric was peering down at her silently from the corner of his eye while she casually held his arm. He sensed her consternation, but did not give voice to it. Exhaling a soft sigh through pursed lips, Aldaric took his gaze off her and watched Ehren exit out of earshot, apparently thinking. Finally he reached a decision. "Katarina." He let go of her arm intentionally. "I want you to follow him. Learn what you can and report back to me." He told her this coldly, revealing nothing of his true thoughts. It was a simple spy mission. In truth however, Aldaric knew the pureblood had suffered, and was being hunted by the Society just like the rest of them. Even if Ehren didn't fully appreciate Aldaric's slightly warped logic, he was an ally. Ehren would also be a far better influence on Katarina than he himself would be in his tenuous sanity, and Aldaric knew it. Plus, the two of them together would better able to protect each other against an executioner, should they be attacked. The pureblood might have been too proud to admit it, but even he, with his feral power could be destroyed if the advantage were against him. Aldaric wasn't about to let anymore innocent vampires be slaughtered by that cowardly, human-worshipping cult. It was just insulting.</s> <\|message\|>Katarina Sorensen Katarina listened to Aldaric but could not help feeling a watchful gaze looming in her direction. Eyes flickered to the pureblood who seemed to be intently studying her and she swallowed nervously. If her body could react like a human's; pale cheeks would instead be rosy from blushing while her body would feel flushed. Thankfully she could hide such emotions the majority of the time without said characteristics selling her out. Nevertheless, these two clearly did not see eye to eye. At least not yet but both meant well and had valid reasons for what they believed. Katarina could tell this by the family tree on Ehren's upper body and it could be heard in Aldaric's passionate voice but what about herself? What was she fighting for besides Aldaric's affections? This war really has nothing to do with her and vice versa. Ehren seemed to know this but fighting alongside Aldaric for his cause was enough in her opinion. After Ehren departed hues lucid as crystal revealed a slew of emotions as Aldaric asked his new progeny to leave. Confusion, sadness, and then anger welled up inside and she could not help but stare into deep emerald eyes for a brief moment before placing a gentle kiss upon his forehead. Even while adorning such high shoes the red haired vampire still towered over Katarina. A confirmation nod was given along with a delicate smile, which hid true feelings of heartbreak. "As you wish." She quietly agreed without refusal. While turning to walk toward the back exit of the rave a stabbing pain shot through her entire being unlike anything she'd felt before. He was letting her go, and not just for intel. She thought they were to stop The Society together but instead he was still trying work at it alone. Dangerous. Suicidal. Stupid. Katarina would have died for him, in fact, that had been her intentions since joining him. Death held no sway over the Swedish vampire. Sometimes, she even yearned for it but now she wondered if he truly did not wish for her company any longer. "Goodbye, Aldaric." She whispered trough a tiny whimper hopefully not loud enough for him to hear. After the door closed behind her shaking frame a hand covered her mouth as she silently sobbed, back resting against the icy wall of the rave. This exterior just as cold and hollow as herself she noticed yet not one shiver from the bitter temperature arose. Instead, red droplets trickled down pale cheeks where they glided down toward her jawline and rested there. Whose views were skewed here? She found her love rejected once again and her dead heart somehow hurt. She had felt more agony since becoming a vampire than she ever had as human. Hands clenched into fights so tight that long nails drew blood from her palms. Heeled shoes took a few steps forward before coming to a stop. Finding Ehren in this state would only cause more issues. He had probably heard enough feral rabble to last another century. No. She would not plague him this night. Instead she weakly sniffled wiping away streaks of blood tears while remembering the silver knife left at Mr. Pinkis' dead feet. Leaving such a precious heirloom behind given to her from her sire would further devastate her. It was one of the only things she had to remember him by since he too cast her aside like rubbish. Unfortunately the door had automatically locked making reentry from this side impossible even for a feral vampire. Katarina would have to travel to the front entrance to retrieve her item this time. That feeling of unease never left and she feared that something awful was still on its way. Instead of heeding her own advice she began walking through the alley to the side of the building lined with garbage containers and ceaseless smog. Horror films were made of material such as this but instead of her being the victim it would be whoever dared to interfere.</s> <\|message\|>"Ehren, Just Ehren." Ehren leaned up against a building across the street, watching the entrance. He could swear that the whole block wreaked of blood and he should really be getting out of there, but truthfully he waited to make sure that the others would get out safely. Even if Ehren didn't agree with what happened only moments ago, they were still his brethren, and with the Society lurking about, it was important to look out for one another. It was one scent that invaded his nose that already smelled familiar. It was the girl, but where was the man? A frown creased his brow and he began forward, pausing only at the sight of her crying. Even if her cries were quiet, she was easy to see in dim light and he recognized the motions from his days of being married. His palm idly rubbed at the left side of his chest as he thought about what to do, but his decision was made for him the moment she pulled herself together and started forward. With the speed of a pureblood, in less than the blink of an eye, Ehren had been in front of her with her wrist in his hand, not even staggering when her small body collided with his. He looked down with a scowl on his face, turning her palm towards her. "You bleed..." He paused and shook his head, almost like a father would do catching a child's hand covered in mud and wanting to touch the furniture. "You bleed near a place full of feral vampires... and a pureblood lurking about in the shadows. When you choose this lifestyle, you have to be careful just as the humans do. Are you sure you're ready for war?" Ehren's gaze bore into her as if he were challenging her, but Ehren showed no threat toward her safety. His gaze then dropped to her chin, his free thumb coming up to wipe along her jaw with a touch surprisingly gentle. Ehren then proceeded to place that same thumb between his lips to suckle the blood from his skin. It would seem as if he did that merely to prove his point, but he was more interesting in tasting her - almost as interested in tasting the male still in the building and the power he had running through him.</s> <\|message\|>Octavius Fault Octavius had been biding his time, waiting for the hunters to arrive. The girl was still unconscious, but now clearly moving, turning in her sleep as she slowly slid from deaths jaws and into the clutches of Octavius' brood. Octavius had begun to watch the world outside the window as soon as he saw a man move with speed only a pure could possess. He went from one place to another in the blink of an eye, maybe even less. Octavius would have missed it if he had not seen the same thing a thousand times before. Though, what intrigued Octavius more was what the man had sped towards, a young woman who was right next to the building that reeked of blood and death. "Jeeves, I think we have a fellow pure here. We should probably give him a gracious greeting, right?" Octavius gave off a little chuckle as he sat back, relaxing in a limousine with the girl he had just killed and a mute driver. "Though, maybe he has something to do with that damned party? and if he does..." Octavius sighed, with his right hand across his forehead. "It's probably best to wait for those wastes of space, isn't it?" Jeeves just sat there, silently, as Octavius confined himself to even more waiting. Octavius was a lot of things, but he wasn't reckless. After a few moments in that abyss of silent thought, Octavius' phone rang out in the dark. He quickly checked his latest text message. "Unholy shit." He said. Someone he hadn't seen in years had finally decided to acknowledge that he exists. "My old friend, Azriel, is here, Jeeves. Seems he's looking around for the same scumbags we are. He's trustworthy, I think. Well, from what I can remember, he was at least somewhat trustworthy." Octavius typed out a message as quickly as he could. He didn't want to have to rely on those hunters for everything, since they couldn't even arrive fast enough. Hello, Old friend. I'll try to make this quick. There are ferals in the area, and the building next to where I currently am is the residence of a small party full of them. I would like to talk with you a bit, but first, I need you to deal with something. If you come near the limo, you might be able to see a strange man up against a young woman, just outside that building. That man is most likely a pure. I want you to go over and see if you can find any information on the ferals. Be careful, though, they could be ferals themselves. If you need any assistance, I have some allies on their way here. Octavius sent the message, and resigned the phone to his pocket. He took the next few moments to watch the sleeping girl, who's life he had drained not long ago. He was curious as to how she would deal with dying just to join the horrible world which she had barely escaped from beforehand.</s>	<\|message\|>Bernard Alexander Taking a long moment to compose himself, Bernard closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before letting it out as a sigh. The threat was gone, and Maxine was safe for the time being. But now there was the matter of her curiosity. While there was always the option of simply remaining silent and returning to the shadows, he felt that he finally owed her some explanation. The night was not so empty as he had left her to think, and he no longer wished to wander it alone. "Yes," he says finally, opening his eyes again to regard Maxine. "I am the one who made you what you are now. My name is Bernard." Moving slowly, he walks over to his discarded weapon to retrieve it. Flopping the cylinder open with a lazy flick of his wrist, his fishes around in his coat pockets for a handful of loose rounds to reload the gun. Properly re-armed, he returns the revolver to his coat pocket. "Are you okay?" Bernard asks in return, now walking slowly to stand at Maxine's side. Crouching next to her, he offers a hand to help her to her feet.</s>
<\|description\|>Ellorei the Gentle Age: 25 Appearance: Personality: Ellorei could be described in one word, gentle. It had been that way since she was a child. Her heart was always passionate about justice for the weak and wanted nothing more than to give voice to those who had none. Her deep kindness for all creatures is often portrayed as naivete, an assumption that would be most unwise. Height: 5'5 Race: Human Home Nation: Nomadic Tribe Magical Capabilities: Gaia Magic History: Upon her 10th birthday she was witness to a terrible murder while traveling with her nomadic tribe, the Cha'mir. Crying to her parents, she vowed from that moment on to be an advocate for the weak. So, began her journey. As was the case for many Cha'mirans, she dedicated her life to Gaia. However, this is where her adherence to tradition ends; she left her tribe to wander the lands as a self-proclaimed guardian of the journey. With her heart sure of the decision she left the Cha'mir with her parents and Chiefton's blessings. Ellorei began her trial to prove her worth to Gaia in the wilds keeping to dense forests wherein she felt the powers of Gaia manifest through her the strongest. This was the first she had been away from her tribe for any length of time, and the solitude was at times trying. The Cha'mir, those that were lucky to meet them, are known for the deep familial ties as much as they are for their deep respect for nature. Nights were full of campfire tales and on the occasion and holiday, dancing. However, the moment she thought of returning to them, her memory flashed to the wrongful murder thus steeling her resolve. When the time for her solitude was coming to it's close, the whispers of Gaia grew into a voice that Ellorei came to cherish like her own mother's. Upon her ritual dedication, Ellorei waded into a spring in the deep forests not far from Leias. Her spirit calm despite the sacrifices she would soon be forced to make, it was then she heard that same ethereal voice, "Your trial is done, my child. Go flourish my gentle soul."</s> <\|message\|>Pyra Nume (Peer-uh New-may) When possible, goes by Ilruvae (Ill-rue-vay) Pyra gave a tired nod as he barely heard the compliment, simply allowing himself to be carried to a bunk without any attempt at movement himself. It was... probably safe. Should he let himse- he passed out, his body finally beginning the rejuvenating process known as 'Rest'. Not that it would help much with a broken arm.</s> <\|message\|>Flin Meeru Flin sighed in relief as Zay climbed down the ladder. If he was this relaxed about things now, it likely meant that there was no longer any immediate danger. Flin forced himself on his feet again despite the intense pain, and sat down on his bunk. He looked at Zay for a moment, before looking at the ground in shame. He had wanted to aid his captain, but instead it backfired completely which put Zay at risk. "I apologise for being a liability, captain." He simply said, trying his best to breathe in a more controlled manner.</s>	<\|message\|>Ellorei the Gentle Baeshri Hills "I have seen these before, but I never knew exactly their purpose. So, Rem, you're gathering them for an antidote then?" smiling despite herself Ellorei was amazed to see the knowledge that Rem commanded in action. Ellorei thought to herself how long it took for Rem to gain such a calm wisdom while also thinking about her own flaws. Her fascination grew as she knelt down to inspect the red wisp-caps Rem instructed to pick. Gently she began to gather one closest to her to marvel at yet another of Gaia's many gifts. Just as she was about to ask yet another question Ellorei's attention was immediately drawn to the pupae that had fallen and morphed into something acrid enough to damage a perfectly good boot. It was now that her mind was thinking of insects that she heard the buzzing, an almost barely there sound of some sort of creature. "Rem, I know I talk a great deal but," Ellorei stood from her sitting position, "I promise that buzzing isn't my chatter."</s>
<\|description\|>Hiyama Masaru (In traditional fashion, family name first here.) Age: 23 Race: Oni Appearance: That one took a while... Standing at about 6' tall, Masaru's build still only somehow manages to show a fraction of the power that he's able to put out. While not training his body or taking the occasional small drink, he usually dons a red haori over his upper body. He generally retains the shorts, though. He's not quite stocky, but not quite lean, either. What he IS, though, is well-built. When in 'demon mode', Masaru gains a pair of black horns, about an inch in height, that protrude from the top of his head, and his skin turns a shade of red that his race is most known for. During the colder months, steam may also become visible upon and during activation, though to no extreme extent. Personality: While it would be apt to call Masaru a bit of a musclehead, that term doesn't quite do him justice. While he DOES love to train and fight, those terms do not define him as a whole. While he may be incredibly hotblooded at times and jump into action at the drop of a hat, he is also a generally jovial guy who can relax just as well as he can work. The influx of humans around the time he was born also led to him picking a few more tricks on the side. While he is honest and loyal and generally doesn't like being tricked (or tricking others, for that matter), he's not unwilling to outwit an opponent in the style of a famous Hamon user if it comes down to it. Honestly, though, at the end of the day he really just wants a good fight. Given the nature of oni and his upbringing, Masaru also has a tendency to make random small talk if he's bored out of his mind. He also loves tests of strength, but he's not a complete idiot and won't go into something that is clearly out to get him. That isn't to say, though, that he isn't curious at times... Abilities: As an oni, Masaru has strength that transcends that of most humans, and is able to do things that seem absurd to most (for example, punching boulders into rubble). He also has an increased regenerative capability, but depending on the wound(s) and his condition this may diminish over time. There's also that classic oni alcohol tolerance, but with a lack of alcohol that's not going to be relevant any time soon. As an oni, he also has what he calls 'demon mode' (though the name varies among the race as a whole); when active, Masaru seems to grow a pair of horns from his head and his skin seems to tinge itself a shade of red and become increasingly heated the longer it remains active. During this time, Masaru has increased strength and agility, at the cost of a 'cooldown period' during which his stamina and strength are reduced. He does retain his sanity during this time, though, at the very least. Outside of that, Masaru is also well-versed in having to fight in hand-to-hand combat, often matching a few of the more experienced fighters blow-for-blow (though he also loses, more often than not). He has also dabbled slightly in the ways of blacksmithing, though he grew tired of it in about a half a year or so. At the very least, he knows the bare basics of the craft, but cannot forge anything particularly noteworthy. Salvaged Item: A pair of steel knuckles, rounded off at the ends. History: Masaru comes from a long line of oni, who have themselves had a pretty love/hate relationship with humans... And well, pretty much every race they come into contact with. Though born in the era of peace, the young oni never really found any 'peace' at home. An influx of people from all over the continent began to mingle about every which way, tinging Masaru's ideals with a sense of wonder and creativity. He was still raised in classic oni fashion, though; alcohol, brawls, and healthy competition made up a good chunk of his childhood, and even as a child he could match the strength of a fully grown human. This strength was honed further as the concept of 'training regimens' became spread throughout the town he was born in, and so he began to build his strength. His efforts came to fruition one day when he entered the most prestigious annual fighting tournament of Shoushu at age 22. Seen as the 'dark horse' of the tournament, Masaru came in fifth place by the end of it all, which was notable considering how many of his opponents were more experienced than he. This prowess at his age was what caused him to be chosen to be among the representatives of his nation, a fact that he has since held with honor in his heart... Regardless of the circumstances he now finds himself in. Nation of Origin: Shoushu, a land of both men and oni. Nation Lore: As mentioned prior, humans and oni did not have... The best of relationships. Or the worst, actually. Shoushu, as a whole, is fairly mountainous, which leads to a strange bit of convenience for both sides; the humans, more often than not, lived on the arable land down below, while the oni staked their claim in the mountains above. Humans were often fearful of the strength of the oni, who always lived so close that it probably wouldn't take more than a day to make a trip up and down any specific mountain from its base. This, of course, led to war. Fighting was... On and off. On some occasions, the humans would win and take some land, while on others, the oni would win and push the humans back. It was, in the strangest sense, a perpetual stalemate. This was before any of the other nations came into play, though. Once humans began to travel throughout the land, they found others like themselves, and so they traded. They gained technology, arms, and most importantly: magic. From then on, the tides of war slowly shifted in favor of the humans, who were rapidly descending upon the oni and methodically taking them out. Unwilling to go down without a fight, though, the oni sent out envoys to seek help from other races; it wasn't long after until both sides of the nation were involved in the political turmoil that had consumed the continent. When every other nation fell to peace, the residents of Shoushu had to uneasily lay down their arms. Animosity remained high, however, until the king of Tawken forcefully intervened (citing it to be 'within the nation's best interests') and assigned a group of advisors to each side to attempt to broker a peace deal from which everyone benefitted. As things turned out, the oni were absolutely AMAZING at brewing alcohol, on par with that of the dwarves (the two races still compete every so often) and found friends in the ogres and orcs (who also turned out to love strength). Because of these quick-forming alliances, the humans of the nation had little choice but to accept one of the most valuable economic resources there. From then on, the relationship between the two races began to defrost (though once again with a bit of force thanks to the efforts of the king of Tawken) and we are left with what we have today. As a nation, Shoushu is well known for their metalworking and alcohol production, which often puts them in competition with the dwarves, who take pride in their work just as much as the oni do in theirs. Every other race loves the competition, though, because it means higher quality products and cheaper prices. What sets them apart is the metal that they use, though; while dwarves have access to and can make outstanding works with mythril and oricalcum that can pierce the strongest defenses, the oni have access to what they call 'star steel' (which is not, in fact, found in meteorites as people so often claim it to be). Rather than the ultimate offensive metal, it would be more apt to call it the ultimate defensive metal; when the armor of the oni meets the weaponry of the dwarves, only the skill of the smiths and the strength of the wielders can determine the outcome. 'Star steel' has the ability to mitigate even the strongest of blows otherwise, though it is still prone to the regular faults of the designs of the armor itself. Other: Actually couldn't care less about alcohol, but admits it is occasionally enjoyable. Prefers to eat a balanced diet if possible.</s> <\|message\|>Thanox Thanox continued to sift through the remains of the ship. So far it seemed that the others had managed to recover a few bags of seeds, these ones in better shape than the one he had found, as well as a red crystal that the elf seemed determined to keep. He shook his head when he heard her declare that she would be the only one to use it. Hoarding things would not help the group in any way. On the other hand though, he had no idea how to use it, so he supposed that it may be for the best. While he searched a thought occurred to him. "Perhaps this ship could serve as our shelter, at least briefly. We would need to make sure it is safe to stay in, but it could keep us from being exposed to the elements." He said to no one in particular as he looked around. It would take some work patching some of the holes, but it might be a good place to start, the biggest problem would be the tide. If they couldn't find a part of the ship that was high enough to stay dry then it would never work. Still, there would be time to decide where to sleep later. Right now they needed supplies, and once they finished searching the ship they could check farther inland and hopefully find freshwater. Shaking his head Thanox resumed looking for anything useful. As he continued to his fruitless search he heard the kitsune ask for help. She had found a crate of seeds, but it was pinned under a large piece of debris. He walked next to the girl. "I will assist you. On three. One, two, three!" He bent down and grasped the broken piece of wood with all four arms and pulled up. It was quite heavy, but he was able to move it to the side with her help. He picked up the box and handed it to the kitsune. It occurred to him that he did not know her name, he had only learned the names of a few individuals, but it would be rude not acquaint himself with the others, especially seeing as how they would all be working together to survive now. "I am called Thanox, I do not believe I ever caught your name."</s> <\|message\|>Gamie Jaeger -Gamie Jaeger- Gamie watched as the younger fox gave some information that could be troublesome, regarding if any of the seedlings absorbed any salt water... along with things involving mold. The lady seemed to have a scythe also; he could only guess that meant she was the farmer of the group, considering she sounded familiar with these items. The man payed attention to her before watching the lady carefully retrieve said bag of seeds and began her haul outside of the ship. Looks like it was his turn to follow suit as the hunter grabbed the stock of his crossbow and gently picked up the glass bottle. Following suit and taking his small haul outside, Gamie emerged from the hull behind the Kitsune, depositing his discoveries near the driftwood. As he did so, he found that Scales had returned from his recent endeavors involving fish, and tossed the now deceased creatures into the sand. His eyes lit up at another set of food, however he mentioned wanting to check the glands to determine if they were poisonous. Like the Lizard, he doubt that they were toxic since they looked like trout... though, there was a chance of them being a different type of fish. Regardless, he ignored part of the excited exclamation from the Kitsune and swiftly delved back into the broken piece that was once a ship. Of course, it did make him wonder if there were any survivors adrift. Poking his head outside the ruins, he noticed the Garuda exchanging a spear with Scales. He denoted her wings would be excellent for scouting since the waves could easily be comparable to sand. Despite his eyesight, he would miss something since they continuously rolled. Walking past the Kitsune who decided to continue scouring through the ship for supplies. As he slowly approached the duo, he tapped The Amazon's shoulder with his encompassed hand. "... say, Amazon," Gamie mumbled to her once he obtained her attention. "... since ya' have excellent mobilit', could you go out t'see if there ah any survivors or extra supplies adrift?"</s> <\|message\|>Irial Romyre Irial eyed the bird-winged woman. "What? It's not as if it isn't true," she said, simply, pocketing the gem for the moment. "Do you have any idea what to do with it? I don't think so." The young high elf folded her arms, draping her staff down to the left as she did. Really now, what was the point of protesting when she'd only spoken the truth? Who else here had the capabilities to use a fire gem? No-one, as far as she knew. No, Irial was doing the others a service by taking it for herself. She could, after all, now utilize it to keep fires lit, and defend the camp. No-one else could do more then look at the pretty colors. "It's a magic gem, fire specifically," the small blonde continued, "There's nothing else anyone here can do with it. Aside from, I don't know, make jewelry, but what a waste that would be. Only someone who has the capabilities of a mage can make use of it, and I'm the only one here who even has knowledge of spells. It's not idle arrogance when it's the truth." And that was that. The elf girl looked back over her shoulder, eyes scanning the wreck once again. Things... didn't look promising when it came to finding anything else. Rather, it was exactly the same kind of mess she thought it would be. At least some of the others had located food, but why sake would be at all important here was beyond her. Alcohol was not exactly her favorite thing to drink. It made people slow, and stupid. Irial wanted nothing to do with that.</s>	<\|message\|>Hiyama Masaru (In traditional fashion, family name first here.) Masaru's spirit seemed to brighten as more supplies were brought out of the wreckage; after all, this much was already a miracle and a half on its own. Turk's return with a bunch of fish, too, was certainly something to be pleased about. But at the same time, though... Well, the grains they had recovered were probably meant to be sown into the ground like the kitsune had mentioned earlier. In essence, everything they had here was for the future, which meant that the issue right now was finding a source of food that didn't consist of grains. The fish, at least, was a start, but... "Huh? Oh, shoot. That's... Unpleasant." There was some sort of snakelike creature lying off in one of the darker corners of the room, glaring at him. While it only seemed to have just been awakened, Masaru frowned and shook his head before cautiously glancing at the creature, what it was guarding, and the rest of the people salvaging. "A snake...? I think that's a snake. Crap. Hope it ain't poisonous. Guys! Careful over here!" With a bit of squinting, Masaru could make out the slightest indication of what the snake was sitting on--a box of... Wait, was that labeled 'hardtack'? Well, admittedly, that tasted pretty damn horrible, but workable food was, in fact, workable food. A crate of that size, if rationed properly, could last for a day or two... But hey, better than nothing! "Anyone got, like... Something to kill this thing? Or at least scare it off? I'm pretty sure we don't want to risk poison right now, y'know?"</s>
<\|description\|>Licht Gruppe Universe of Origin: A mixed force of volunteers from across the Multiverse, but the founding members are comprised of Ex-TSAB personnel from the Lyrical Nanoha universe. Objectives: To bring everlasting peace and order to the Multiverse through force and domination. The old council was too soft and too indecisive in the eyes of the founding members and thus they ended up joining the Reign of Chaos, where their harsh but effective rule actually brought about peace and security instead of the unrest and uncertainty of the council's effete democracy and political correctness. Members: Largely comprised of powerful magic-users, they are a diverse bunch that includes various non-human races like Elves, Fallen Angels, Demi-humans and Digimon along with the Belkan/Mid-Childan human mages forming the core of their force. Capabilities: About the size of a large company, they never had more than 150 members due to their stringent recruitment standards and their strict adherence to morality and justice. But because of the power each member wields, they collectively hit with the firepower of an entire army corps; but not with the endurance or strategic presence. History: Formed during the chaos wrought by the fall of the Council, they were originally a small platoon of TSAB remnants who were trapped deep inside enemy territory and sought to fight their foes to the last; but after slowly getting the bigger picture from seeing how the subjects of the Reign were safe and protected along with the mounting numbers of civilian casualties resulting from their "freedom fighting", their captain decided to turn in his group of holdouts after personally purging those who wouldn't see reason. To their surprise, one of the more merciful-and devious members of the executive council implored the others to spare them and utilize their abilities as a propaganda tool and a powerful military asset. Years of warfare, expansion and internal conflict later, Licht Gruppe has earned their spot as one of the most renowned teams in the Reign's military; respected by the Resistance and loved by the Reign's subjects and less evil members for their honorable conduct, adherence to the laws of war and intolerance of cruelty from both friend and foe. Though there are always those who would wish to see such heroic soldiers fall into darkness and despair...</s> <\|message\|>Jonathan Joestar, a.k.a. JoJo Girralo Jonathan Joestar Jonathan had been released from the hospital, or 'med-bay' as the staff insisted on calling it, exactly ten days prior. His stay had been remarkably comfortable, and the young Joestar was deeply thankful for all the doctors had done for him. Since then, Jonathan had been spending his time exercising, eating, and sleeping. He'd lost his edge, and it cost him his life once. If Jonathan was going to protect his family and friends, he needed to be in tip-top shape. His honour as a Joestar demanded no less than the best, after all. At present, JoJo was making his way through the Capital Ship's myriad corridors, headed towards the Fitness centre. It was on the 5th floor of the ship, fairly close to the 'med-bay,' fittingly enough. On that note, Jonathan found it rather odd they called it a 'ship,' when it was closer to a mobile city in size. Even his family's mansion was miniscule in comparison. He'd explored naught but a fraction of it so far, yet Jonathan had encountered hundreds of different people, all varying wildly in mannerisms and method of dress. It really is an astounding place, perhaps I could bring Erina here, once this is all over. I'm certain she would... Jonathan's train of thought promptly ground to a halt, interrupted by what sounded like a fist striking metal. It came from down the hallway, was repeating, and grew fainter with each strike. Moving to investigate, Jonathan soon himself standing before a large door marked as someone's personal laboratory. More importantly, there appeared to be someone locked inside, and practically covered in injuries. While he wasn't one to trespass on private property, the young Joestar couldn't simply leave the man in there to bleed out. "Step back from the door," Jonathan yelled at the man,"I'm going to break it open." JoJo stepped up to the door, drew back his left arm, and clenched his fist. Jonathan's breathing became steady and rhythmic, causing his body to glow with a golden aura that crackled with electricity. "LOCK SHATTER OVERDRIVE!" Naming the technique on the fly, he slammed his fist into the door and discharged a wave of Ripple energy. Despite its sturdy construction, the door was unable to completely absorb the burst of solar energy, creating a fist-sized opening. Capitalizing on this immediately, Jonathan placed a hand on both halves of the door and forcibly pulled it open. With the obstacle removed, Jonathan immediately made his way over to the injured man. "Take my hand, I'll get you to the hospital." Then I'll have to apologize to the lab's owner for breaking their door. I'm certain they'll understand if I explain the circumstances.</s> <\|message\|>Dagon Rane It was most unfortunate that the battle would end so soon. The Resistance had won, if it could be called a victory. An intercepted broadcast told Set of the planet's fate, and he marveled at the destructive technology these beings possessed. There were legends and tales of Sith who were able to destroy entire world with the Force, and the Emperor's new toy was supposed to be capable of the same. But despite this he had never witnessed the destruction of a planet in person. The large screens in front of him displayed the planet's image in incredible detail as the ship's automated pilotting system kept them safely out of the way of the retreating ships. Nothing but worthless fodder would be caught in the collapse itself, of course. Every important asset on both sides had been equipped with teleportation technology, which seemed remarkably common in the Multiverse. Looking down, Set planned his next course of action. His interference here had done nothing more than speed up the inevitable, and his signal had been ignored by the RoC. Whether the signal had been distorted by the massive amount of weapons and magic being flung around, or whether it had simply been ignored, he would never know. But he would need to consider his next actions carefully. This battle had shown a mere fraction of the RoC's power, as it's military forces were spread across a hundred different universes. The Resistance was also not to be trifled with, his observation equipment had allowed him to witness some fairly spectacularly dangerous individuals down there. He needed to find the middle ground, invisible to both while profitting from their conflict. It was while he was pondering, overlooking the slow collapse of Eldritch IV's surface, that Dagon returned from his mission. Nothing needed to be said, he knew it had been a success. He would have the devices in his hands within the hour. Set smiled, as he nodded approvingly in Dagon's direction, knowing the gesture would be next to meaningless to the ambitious youth. Dagon, like all Sith Apprentices, sought to surpass and defeat his master, taking Set's place as leader of the Harth Collective. And then some day he would take an apprentice himself, and train his own killer. Such was the cycle of the Sith, and the reason for their strength. Not that Set had any intention of keeling over, but he would spend his time playing the lethal game with Dagon. "Dagon, I'll need you to perform another task for me." The apprentice stopped in his tracks, turning curiously towards him master. "Take a ship, and approach the Resistance mothership under the flag of truce. I wish for you to establish a connection to them. To show them our support, give them the gifts I've prepared in the hangar." There was no need to further dictate this task. Dagon was a professional, skilled in the acts of both diplomacy and assassination. Set was confident that the Resistance would accept their gifts, and he would be able to establish a connection with them. Using this, he could vastly increase his current story of information. And it was always important to befriend the main players on the field, or at the very least put up a friendly facade. As Dagon left once more, Set considered how to deal with the Licht Gruppe. In this case, killing them was merely optional. His main goal would be to remove them from any battlefield containing the Mon Alliance. Of course, the easiest way to do this was to keep them locked away permanently somehow, but such a thing was not easy to achieve. And should his dealings be discovered, he would make an enemy of the RoC, a concept that didn't appeal to him in the least. He would need to be subtle about this, even more so than he usually was. Or, perhaps, exactly the opposite. Smiling, Set took a sip of his wine as a plan formed in his mind. It was a beautiful thing, elegant in it's simplicity and yet devastating in it's effectivity. And best of all, it would be completely impossible to trace it back to him, or even to an intelligent assault of any kind. Indeed, the Licht Gruppe were about to have a very large accident.... Continental plates slowly collapsed into the newly formed hole in the core of the planet, vast oceans of magma erupting from beneath them as the entire world broke to pieces. It was a beautiful sight, like the blooming of a flower. It was strange that such beauty was a result of such an immoral conflict. --- Dagon's shuttle flew out from one of the observation vessel's many hangers, uncloaking itself after having achieved sufficient distance that it couldn't be traced back to the main ship. He navigated towards the retreating Resistance capital ship, as he hailed them over comms. "Greetings, Resistance. I'm low on fuel, and near stranded in space. Requesting permission to dock." Dagon would pull up alongside the far larger vessel, his shuttle seeming like an ant by comparison. A quick scan would reveal that the shuttle was completely unarmed. A diplomatic vessel. It contained some cargo space, but there were no signs of life besides Dagon on board. Dagon's personal shuttle was equipped for stealth and diplomacy, as was his style, and the only high-powered equipment on board was a fairly advanced stealth drive, designed to cloak the ship from most detection systems.</s>	<\|message\|>Licht Gruppe By the time the announcement was made that the Planet would be abandoned and destroyed to deny it to the Resistance, most of the RoC's troops and minions had already began to pile into the various ships and transports reserved/pulled in for the evacuation while the officers and elite soldiers would enjoy the benefits of having access to the base's teleporter relay stations to send them off directly towards their real headquarters hidden deep within the darkest recesses of the Multiverse. Among the officers and elites waiting in line in an orderly manner was several members of the Licht Gruppe, about a one and a half dozen or so of their order and none of whom weren't sporting an injury or battle damage of some kind; as they held their heads down in shame and mourning due to having experienced some none-too-insignificant casualties, numerous officers and their entourages openly sneered at the "elite" warriors; taking immense pleasure at the fact that the proud and self-righteous golden boys of the RoC's ministry of propaganda had been reduced to such a humbling and pitiful state, crying about losing a farcical battle that wasn't even supposed to be "won". Some even went as far as to take pictures with their gadgets and uploading said images of their shame to the intermultiversal network, never to be forgotten. Alas, the brotherhood of warriors were above such pettiness and simply stood there and took all of the abuse, their sorrow for their fallen and the massive yet completely foreseen loss of life for both sides leaving even the prouder and more hotheaded of their number numb to the provocation of their allies. Among the morose collection of defeated warriors was a familiar squad of man, digital creature and demi-human, looking a little more worried than sorrowful since one of their own still hasn't reported back... One of the two hooded mages, now with its hood down is revealed to be a dark elf of indeterminate age and gender tiredly and meekly asks the eight-winged angel regarding their lost comrade. "Do you think he didn't make it?" "Pieter is too stubborn to die, madman must have tried to fight a mech with just his sword and guts." At what the angel said, the puppet wizard, despite his cranium hurriedly wrapped in bandages to keep his fractured skull in one place had decided to humor his comrade's response. "Like you're any different Magnus." At that, the squad's spirits were lifted; if only for a tiny bit since the two six-wings and even their captain scoffed at the jest. Knowing that the wizard held no malice or resentment in his remark, merely to make the situation just a bit less depressing; Magnus decides to entertain him. "Charming, but the difference between him and I is that he only focuses on what's in front of him like the bull that he is." "And that makes you a mosquito I guess? You're about as hard to swat out of the sky." Just as the angel was about to retort, something big and heavy barges into the room; having bowled over a few soldiers in the process. "Oh thank the Kaiser... You all made it." Turning towards their formerly missing comrade the squad visibly relaxes at his presence, as if a great weight had been lifted from their shoulders... All except for the Captain who walks to meet his wayward subordinate, quietly thanking that angel who had healed him since his grilling wouldn't have to wait until he was capable of standing up without assistance. "Care to explain yourself knight?" "I was preoccupied with a duel, Captain Loyola." "With who?" "An alchemist officer. Human. But It was constantly interrupted by his craven allies." "Why?" "He sullied our honor, saying we were cowards who preyed upon the weak." At that, the captain suddenly smacks the side of Pieter's helmet with his armored knuckle; causing the younger knight's ears to ring. "That was for proving him right. We may be proud and honorable warriors, but we are not to be completely controlled by them; for that leads to ruination. Now that you'll know what to expect from me when we return to base, fall in with the rest." "Yes captain." The Mage-Knight then quietly and rather carefully positions himself with his squad, not speaking to any of them save for gently patting the head of the other hooded magician, which turned out to be a twin to the other one and in response to the sudden contact rather impotently smacks the side of the Knight's armored leg with its staff before he and his comrades steps into the relay station and towards refuge...</s>
<\|description\|>Priscilla Priscilla Nickname: Cil Age: 25 Gender: Female Powers: Very, very, very lucky. Very. Able to wield anti-magic. Can get extremely tired out by this act as it draws from her willpower directly. Revolves around the idea of disrupting a beings link to magic, protecting the user from magic or interrupting spells in some way. Highest level of use can stop spellcasting in an area for a short time, but runs the risk of harming the user. Can only cast anti-magic after she has absorbed some magic, be it from taking a hit from an enchanted weapon, weathering some lightning or wading through a dragon's breath. Its like eating for her, she can't do it too much or else she risks hurting herself. Species: Human. 100%. Crush: None. Relationship: A family she has almost forgotten. Spouse: None. Children: None. Personality: A very snarky woman, prone to taunting those that cross her or making a jest at their expense. Usually very friendly, but not above suspicion and wariness when it comes to meeting new people. A simple woman in habits and tastes, but not in thoughts. She would rather sit and watch the river roll by than ford its depths to get to the other side. Always one to look for the easy way out, she isn't diligent in anything save for her training and her survival. She prefers to travel alone, or at least that is what she tells people. History: Priscilla was once a god-fearing little girl, in a small river village with no name. Well, it had a name. It was named Mudbank, but she either preferred that it had no name or did not remember it had one in the first place. She was raised in a small hut near the village chapel, and as a result, she went to the sermons everyday to pay reverence to her god. Their god was a water god, said to bring them the rains and flows that brought fish and helped the crops to grow. That year, the crops hadn't grown, and the fish hadn't come, because the people were not devout enough. The pastor said that she wasn't devout enough. She had prayed every night that year, and the gods in the water still hadn't seen her as devout. She heard that there were still tithes to be paid, belongings to be offered and so the waters wouldn't flow. This made her confused, but she stayed vigilant through the tough years. The water god kept them fed, kept them happy and kept them safe from the horrors of the night... right? It wasn't until the village was raided by a relatively small swamp dragon that she completely lost the faith. Just like that, her belief was shattered. The water god didn't come to help them, didn't come up from the deep to strike this creature down. It just ran amok, devouring people and burning down homes. It even got to her home, and still no sign that the water god would help. No sudden rains, no giant floods, no water elementals like in the old tales. Nothing. The only saving grace was found when a band of rugged men and women came to combat the thing, saying that they had been tracking it for weeks. They made quick work of it. They stayed for a while to help the village rebuild. They even found out that the pastor had dammed up the river mouth, and was letting water through as he pleased. That year the fish and the crops were plentiful. The water god did believe that they were devout enough, but he was being suppressed by man. Her belief had been shattered by a mere man, and that made her mad. She took up praying to the water god once more, everyday by the river and she could have sworn she saw the water moving towards her. When it came time for the band of warriors to leave, after a few weeks of helping and hunting other horrors near the village, they said their goodbyes and departed. Slayers, they called themselves. Priscilla bathed in the river that day, and offered a final prayer, before stowing away on their equipment cart. She was 13 then. She convinced them to take her in. To train her. She wanted to help them fight the injustices of the world. They took her in, and found she had a gift. A gift for magic, or rather, a gift for dealing with magic. She ate it as if it were fish and bread, and stopped it in its tracks moments later. For years she trained, both her body and her ability, until she could best almost every person she had lived with the past decade or some such. Then she ventured out on her own, as a solitary Slayer, to just... solve problems. Maybe even find her way back home. Other: She can't read or write. Let the games begin.</s> <\|message\|>Amos "The Night" Taroc Amos upon the old chair, but not really as he was only a spirit who didn't have a body, so he was more just suspended on it. His power was returning in that old room with the silence that was deafening. Somewhere deep down he reminisced about the touch of the sun but it was quickly replaced with an insatiable hunger for chaos. He looked at the gem upon its pedestal and came to realize that it was a curse if anything, or a demon was in it. The corpses seemed to scream that something nefarious had happened here long ago. He turned his mind back to his dark ent and the ramification of such an act of corruption. Would it spread? Would it die easily? So many questions, but he would have to wait for the answers, for now he needed to recharge a bit more.</s> <\|message\|>Priscilla "Oh a ranger is it? I've worked with your guild before quite a few times. Helped me to track down quite a few nasty creatures until I learned to properly track my quarry for myself. Good folk, the rangers." Jovial and warm was her tone as she hopped over a small hole with a clatter and a grunt. She was not beginning to tire, but rather beginning to bore of walking. The torch was making her sweat in her plate, and the dark of the cave was almost oppressive. "I now realise that I would have preferred to have taken the surface, but I guess we get there either way." She muttered to herself before concentrating her attentions on Jacque's question. "I began my training young. Three and ten years if I remember correct," She brings up her sword-hand and looks to count over her curled fingers for a moment before nodding, "Yes, three and ten. This wretch we are moving towards had already ruined my village and my family, so I asked the waves for guidance. They pushed me to the Slayers. I hid away in one of their caravans and when I was found out, I begged them to train me to hunt monsters." She chuckled lightly, a bubbly but gruff sound. "I took to it like a bird to the air. Found that it was the one thing that I was truly exceptional at. Soon enough I was leading parties, training recruits of my own and hunting the big game. Dragons, Hydras, Giants and the sort. I was well on my way to becoming one of the Purifiers and taking the hunts a step further when I caught wind of this disgusting creature on the rise once more, so I requested leave to hunt it for myself. Now I'm here." She takes a look up the tunnel and growls in annoyance. "By the depths, how much farther until I can see sunlight again!?"</s> <\|message\|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces "I prefer the darkness myself, but then again I am half vampire."</s> <\|message\|>Arin Kurokawa Arin and Ace continued to explore the forest while playing a game of 'I spy'. As he was doing that, Arin was also keeping a look out for anything suspicious as he knew someone would try to pick a fight with him eventually. Ace looked around for something to use for his little 'game' and said, "I spy something brown with leaves on the top." Arin smiled while shaking his head in amusement. "A tree." He replied in a simple manner. ____________________________________ Price moved a little bit closer to the triplets and Aniram, hoping one of these people would notice him. Then again, he could go the other route and attempt a greeting. He decided to go with the latter and waved at them. Virgil decided to find out if there were others stuck here and if he was right, he would have two questions for whoever came up to him.</s> <\|message\|>Jacque Marrow "Thank you for the complement, not everyone tends to see eye to eye with us rangers. Your tragic circumstances aside, you sound as if you're doing quite well for yourself madam Slayer. And impressive tale indeed." Jacque stated as he idly pulled a spearmint leaf from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and proceeded to chew it, filling his nose with the crisp scent. He wasn't quite sure if Priscilla could smell it yet given how much sharper his senses work than the average humor, but the hole that was being dug was beginning to smell of damp, rotting foliage, typical of many swamp regions. "I think it's about time we surfaced, dragonspawn. We don't want to come up inside the swamp itself, remember?" Jacque loudly called up ahead to James, his deep rumbling voice echoing down the tunnel like the sound of rolling thunder in the distance. After giving James a heads up, he contemplated pointing out the fact that Priscilla had said "three and ten" rather than thirteen, however given the fact that he'd also witnessed her physically counting out the number with her fingers, he held his tongue, surmising that books smarts weren't really the Slayer's strong suit. For now Jacque would let it be, however he made a mental note to teach her how to properly count if it became a hassle in the future. "The darkness does hold several advantages to it, however there are flaws in it as well. The same could be said of any environment really. Given your heritage it's no surprise that you'd prefer this sort of environment, but never forget that one should strive to be able to adapt to any location they find themselves in."</s> <\|message\|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago) Apparently, James had gone ahead of them, far ahead of them, and finished the tunnel, so he came walking back in human form. "The tunnel is done. We're about 50 yards from the swamp."</s> <\|message\|>Arin Kurokawa (Still in his lair) Hunter grinned once he thought up a plan and sent the first shadow creature he caught to find the one called Arin. He looked at the other ones and told them that they would all get a turn. ______________________________________________________________ Virgil decided to venture the forest a bit and went further down the woods once inside. _______________________________________ Price walked away from the triplets and the girl(Aniram) since they didn't seem to acknowledge him. He ventured off into the forest and wondered if he would find someone there.</s> <\|message\|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces "That is true, While I may have certain advantages in the darkness it is important that am able to to fight and survive well in any situation and/or circumstances."</s> <\|message\|>Jacque Marrow Jacque stopped and nodded approvingly and sniffed the air again, detecting the scent of peat moss and stagnant water up ahead, "You're quite the adept digger, dragonspawn. If I didn't know it was you I would've assumed that a wurm had dug this hole, well done." he said before swallong the mint leaf in his mouth and producing another one to chew on. "Now, before we surface, I should warn you lot of what dwells within the swamp.", Jacque reached out to the side and grabbed a fistful of dirt, "The soil in the swamp is not like the soil you'll find at the beach or in the forest. It's extremely muddy and sticky, and will start to suck you down if you stand in one place for too long. In some spots the muck will be a bit deeper than others, if you get stuck do NOT struggle, you strength will only cause you to sink quicker. You'll find that the spots were the muck is deepest with have a series of bubbles from trapped air pockets coming to the surface.". Jacque dropped the soil and dusted off his hands, "The next issue will be the plant life. There will be any number of dangerous plants, like razor grass, noose vines, or thorn bushes, and even a few berry bushes that produce poison fruits and attract all manner of dangerous insects with their flowers. Speaking of insects, unlike the larger animals that were smart enough to flee, these creatures will still be around, and without their predators milling about, they'll be out in full force. These are creatures that are loaded with extremely toxic stings and bites formed by years of defending themselves from predation, so try to avoid them if you can. Lastly, if you hear a loud buzzing sound or see what appears to be a black cloud approaching, run as quickly as you can or duck under the water for as long as you can. That "cloud" will be a swarm made up of a particularly nasty species of fly native to this island. If they catch you they'll burrow into your flesh and drain you of your blood, and that's if you're lucky. If you're not, they'll end up drinking enough to incapacitate you, then lay eggs inside your body. The larvae that hatch are prone to digging into bone to feed on your marrow rather than just blood or tissue. If that happens it'll take weeks to die, and it'll be agonizing every step of the way. I've seen this first hand, and personally, i'd sooner slit my own throat than sit through that.". Jacque let his words hang in the damp air as he stared down each member of the rag tag group.</s>	<\|message\|>Priscilla Priscilla stepped from the tunnel and smiled, feeling the open air upon her face. Her revelry was cut short by the smell of moss, stagnant water and rotting plant matter, a dank scent thick in the air that hit her in the back of the throat and made her stomach budge slightly with disgust. She looked to the dragonspawn and nodded curtly, "Well done, Dragonspawn. You'd make a fine miner, I'd wager. Still would have like to walk the earth on its surface, as the Maker intended, but we are here now. I have no interest in complaining." After a bash of her fist on her breastplate out of small respect, she turned to Jacque and pushed the scent of the nearby swamp from her mind, trying to take in all of the sage advice that he doled out. "I see. So in short, we have man-eating mud, man-eating insects and more man-eating mud before us. And we are to wade through it all before we reach the dragon itself?" She grinned, the prospect of danger exciting her and spurring her heart on even more. "I am to believe that the beast itself resides in the centre of the swamp itself?" In the back of her mind, she could still taste the scent of something malicious on the air, just as before. Rotting plant and brimstone, smog and smoke. Her fingers felt as if they were punctured on all sides by needles, and her eye felt fit to leap from her skull, prompting her to rub it slowly as she gazed at their surroundings. Something was here. Something unnatural. She tightened her grip on Verschlinger and gave it a small practice swing before pointing towards the swamp with it. "If so, then I guess its to the centre of the swamp we go."</s>
<\|description\|>Kjetil Svendsen Norgardian \| 32 \| Male Appearance Standing at 6'2 and having a muscular build due to training and years of fighting. He has long red hair that almost extends to his chest, along with a full red beard, and has in both his hair and beard braids in them. Mainly at the end points of his hair and beard. He has a pale complexion, and while his face does not have scars, his arms, chest, and back have several. He carries himself like a warrior, there is no mistaking it. Tends to have a serious look on his face most of the time. Personality Kjetil can be described as a stoic and, at times, an emotionless person, along with being a religious person. This is due to years of being a warrior in service of a religious warrior cult and despite leaving the cult. He can still be a religious and passionate person, especially when it is not rage, and can be a reliable ally and friend. Though only if you win his trust, and he is slow to trust others. Though once that trust is broken, then it is hard to regain his trust. As a result of his training, he uses his anger in combat. It is actually hard to make him angry outside of combat since he can control it and only will get angry if someone really tries or said something happens that he takes personally. And he can be rather cold to someone that he dislikes. Background * Profession: Warrior * Class: Barbarian * Heritage: Noble History Kjetil was born the youngest of four to a noble family in Norgard and from early on. He had shown he had a warrior spirit in him. Always wanting to spar with his older siblings and pick fights with others of his age. He was given a noble education and when he was fourteen. His parents knowing full well of his warrior spirit and knowing that he as little chance of inheriting anything of note. They wanted him to have a good life regardless. It was then that his parents decided to give him to the Wolves of Ulfric. A religious warrior cult that being apart of it was considered a great honor to both Kjetil and his family, even if he had no choice in the matter. For years Kjetil trained under the Wolves. Under strict training and learning their ways, praying exclusively to their patron deity, Ulfric, God of Wolves, Winter, and Battle. Kjetil was taught to tap into his anger and channel it into a primal fury. Becoming a warrior that by the time he was eighteen, Kjetil was almost a Wolf, but he still had one last test to see if he would truly join the cult. That test was going on a raid and prove that he had truly become one of them and earned his place among them by surviving his first battle. He was sent along with a Norgardian raiding party that was heading to the lands of the Banians. There Kjetil, using his training and tapping into his anger. Kjetil entered into a primal fury and killed several Banians during the raid despite the injuries to his body. In the end, he would survive his first battle and come out with several kills and loot. The Wolves, upon his return, welcomed him and was officially made a member of the cult. It was one of the happiest days of his life and one he would not forget. For ten years, he was in the cult and went on many raids. Kjetil did not just become a strong warrior but considered his fellow Wolves as family. Growing close to them and would grow close to one in particular. Ingunn was her name, a former commoner and one of the several women in the cult. The pair worked and did well together, and the two fell in love. While he knew the cult had no problems with Wolves getting together as long as it did not stop them from their duties. It started to make him think about things, and now he was with Ingunn. The life he started to want would not be possible within the cult. So after a deal of courage from both of them, the two ask the cult's leader Aslak for permission to leave the cult. Aslak noted how long they have been with them and how well they have served under Ulfric. So after much time, he finally decided not to allow them to leave the cult and that the two should be separated from each other. Kjetil did not take this well, and the two were punished by Aslak. But this did not stop the two, and eventually, they were able to escape from the cult and flee to Thaegoradrim. There they tried to live a normal life in a village and hide from the cult as best they could. For a few years, this worked, and the couple lived happily there. However, it was hard for Kjetil to adjust to living there because of his warrior and noble background, but he tried his best and seemed to be getting the hang of it. More so once he learned that Ingunn was pregnant with their child. Then their happiness turned to tragedy. One day the cult found them while Kjetil was in the fields and Ingunn was at their home. A group of five Wolves disguised as guards appeared at the village, and once they spotted Ingunn, they threw off their disguises and charged her. Roaring the cult's battle cry and Kjetil was able to hear the battle cry and instantly knew that the cult had found them. Rushing back home, he found Ingunn bloody and in the middle of fighting the Wolves. Rushing to her side and unleashed his primal fury on the Wolves. In the end, the Wolves were slain with help from the local guards, and while it left Kjetil wounded but alive. Ingunn was not so lucky and would die a short time after the fight from her wounds. With one last breath, she made Kjetil promise one thing, that he should live, and he knew what she meant by that. That he should not take revenge against the cult since it would be suicide, and she did not want him to die in a fruitless fight. So after burying her body and knowing that the cult would be after him until he was dead. Kjetil, with the last of his coin, ventured far south to escape the cult and start a new life for himself. If he could, that is. Reason for Travel With a religious warrior cult wanting his head, Kjetil needed someplace where the cult could not find them, so he ventured far south on board the Skirmisher to escape from the Wolves of Ulfric and for a new beginning if he could manage that. Motivation/Goal Keeping his promise to his late wife that he will live and not throw his life away for a fruitless fight. Also, seeking a new life away from the reach and eyes of the Wolves of Ulfric. Capabilities Years spent as a warrior in the Wolves of Ulfric had made Kjetil a strong warrior, and knows his way around several weapons, including his fists. He personally favored axes and shields. Often using his anger to unleash a fury of strong but quick blows and relies on brute force in battle. Due to his training, he has survived blows that would greatly wound others and has developed a high pain tolerance, along with being a skilled sailor from his years on raids with his fellow Norgardians. Equipment You will leave this blank for now. * * * Money 0 for the moment Languages Grim Northern ---</s> <\|message\|>Character Information It would be hard to remember that night, were it not such a vivid scene. The stinking stench of unmitigated sweat and vomit permeating the air, mixed with the telltail smell of booze and water. Sea water had a distinct smell, but by the eleventh day, everything smelled of seawater. It was hard to tell if all the water seeping to the lower decks was rain or wave, but spirits were high. No pirate or wind had dared impede their journey until the last stretch before they reached Darkwater Dock. Here the seas were shallow, and the land was too wild for any sizeable corsair raiders. Their kind stayed on the islands and shipping lanes. The Skirmisher had just passed the tail of the Peninsula, the gateway to the Black Delta. Through Elven waters into Corsair waters, they sailed at all speed. Only now were they home free, and they celebrated accordingly. The lower decks were getting wetter from the water above, but it was warm and full of drink and song. Fraternizing on the Skirmisher was looked down upon by the Captain, but he was above deck helping weather the storm and men and women went off in pairs what private pockets they could find to rut to their heart's content. Disobeying the Captain was bad luck, but then again sailors said many things were. Still, everyone had high hopes and knew they would be docking in a few scant days. It all went bad in seconds. The ship lifted. The lights swung on their hinges. A sudden sense of weightlessness and vertigo, and a lone, helpless cry from above rang out. The silence beyond it was deafening, until the ship's groaning returned like a roar. There was water and pressure, and blackness sank in as everything around the passengers below exploded, sending all into oblivion. Muffled sounds and terrible sucking of all things into the nether could be recalled, and the shadowy silhouette of some terrible finned monstrosity was the last thing to be remembered... Now there was sand, and heat. Stuffy, scratchy throats and dry breath, and sunburn from a harsh, unforgiving ball of molten flames far above. Consciousness gradually returned with their senses, and it was merciless. Apart from the sunburns, aches and pains and an awful dryness wracked every body that lay on the beach. Kindling and bits of the ship's foundations lay near them like the ribs of a decayed whale. Bodies of dead sailors, including one oddly without its legs, lapped and swayed in the water as the tide came in. The Captain, his body rough but with the possibility of life, lay along the beach just a few spans from the bodies. To the left, rocks piled up blocked their path. A natural obstacle that cut into the landscape, blocking crashing waves every so often. Before them lay exotic ferns and trees covered in vines. A mass of foliage where a jungle lay, and just at the treeline stood a small statue where a strange figure had been carved. It looked like a cross between a frog and a bat, sitting atop a rock and baring its fangs as if at the castaways. To the right was endless, ubiquitous beach that stretched beyond the scope of sight, the waves washing against the land and crying out every few moments. Where they were, it was difficult to tell. But they were in the land they had sought. The Black Delta, a hot, unforgiving land of primal dangers. But first they had to get up.</s> <\|message\|>Jacqueline Lythandros --- Jacqueline opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on her cheek. She blinked a few times to steady her gaze. For a second, she did not know where she was. Once her vision came to pass she noticed she was laying on sand and could hear the water as it lapped on the beach. She began to get up but felt a twinge of pain on her left side. She fell back to the ground, letting the pain subside. She moved to her right side, glancing down to where the pain was, and noticed her clothing torn and a dark cut along her left thigh and up past her hip. How did she.... And then she remembered. It was supposed to be a trip. Simple. Or as simple as expected on a voyage over harsh waters. She had looked for the best possible ship to make the trip. Her sisters, her family, begged her not to go. "It's not worth it," they proclaimed, but she knew better. She had to go. The time among her Order was not long and if they had any hope of surviving and prospering, they needed somewhere fresh to start. And here she was now laying on a beach, wounded and thirsty. She moved herself up to a sitting position, or what cold best be described as one given the nature of her wounds. She looked around to see if anyone else on the ship was up and about like her. She noted that a few sailors were nearby, but she did not put much faith into them waking up. So what of the other members not a part of the crew? And the Captain? It would not do her well to sit here and wait. She would need to tend to her wounds if she wanted to continue on. She moved herself to her feet, clenching her teeth as her wound opened up. But she was standing. She gripped her side, looking around for some tools or supplies that survived the crash. There was a crash, wasn't there? Surely she didn't just wash up on the beach after a drunken night on the ship. Her mind was blurry and she fought for the memories to return. Alas, no luck. Maybe one of the others would stir awake and could let her know what happened. Until then, she would need to find something to help her injuries. And maybe the others, if they needed it. Then she could get to work on figuring out where she was and how to get to where she needed to be.</s>	<\|message\|>Kjetil Svendsen Kjetil's mind was the first to awaken as he slowly felt two sensations. One was annoying, was it pain that he has grown used to? Maybe and this annoying sensation, he could feel it on his back. The second sensation was an odd one, warmth he felt, and that one was the one that he wondered about the most. "What," he said softly as he opened his eyes and was greeted by the blinding sun. He put his right hand over his face so he could see, and the first thing he noticed was several cuts on his arm. Like one cut over an old scar, Kjetil looked carefully at his arm. "Is that... yeah, that is blood." Then he looked at his other arm, and it was the same, cuts all over it but small ones. However, the amount meant that something had happened to him last night. "The ship," he said as he tried to remember what had happened the night before. There was laughter and dance, and everyone was in high spirits as they cleared the Peninsula and then... Kjetil remembers feeling a sense of weightlessness and then some odd but terrible sounds that he did not understand what could have caused them. That was it, the rest was fuzzy, and now he is in an unknown place and with who knows who else. He slowly got halfway up into a sitting position and used his left arm to prop himself up. Now Kjetil had a better view of the bench, and what he saw did not help with the situation. Wreckage, bodies, and it just left him wondering what in the gods' name happened last night. They were home free, now they were wrecked on a bench, and who knows who else survived. True Kjetil is made of sterner stuff and can handle wounds that would make others bedridden. The pain he feels is just annoying. Bearable but annoying. But there is still a chance that some others survived. Though from what bodies he could see, they did not look like they would be getting up any time soon, especially that one with no legs. Either way, Kjetil had to try to find someone that was still alive. There is strength and safety in numbers. That and he needs someone to help clean his wounds, bandage them, and see how bad his back is. That is where the annoying sensation is coming from. The last thing he needs is to die of a infection after getting this far in life and surviving what happened to the ship. Such an end is not fitting for a warrior and not one he wishes to die by. So after getting his bearings and getting up. Kjetil walked down the bench, looking for anything to use to bandage his wounds and for any sign that someone was alive. He can't be the only one that survived, he thought. Otherwise, he would be alone in an unknown land with no direction of where to go. Kjetil simply calmly sighed at the thought and continued on his search. There was bound to be something of use to him. Either makeshift bandages, people, or preferably both.</s>
<\|description\|>Marcaunon of Ollmesera Age: 451 Race: High Elf Strengths: Marcaunon is quick on his feet but maintains silence in doing so. His stealthy approach makes of good use to assure that his enemies never catch a glimpse of what's to come when they cross his path, even from a distance. His surroundings of nature are used to his advantage, able to hide and blend to almost any natural aspect to his assist. Though he finds nature admirable, his attention span draws less from its beauty and more from it's purposeful usage to maintain silence and eliminate his foes. Weakness: Arrogance plays a big role in Marcaunon, preferring only to his views and standards as being of correction, making him a very opinionated individual. He also prefers to work alone a majority of times, able to only fend and look out for himself with no distractions or annoyances to be in his way. Though he is very fast, he has rarely partaken in hand to hand combat, making him more or less inexperienced in battles face to face. Due to his background as a scout, he has heavily relied on stealth as a use to take down enemies, but has never attempted to fight in the arts of a fair act one on one. Bio/History: Marcaunon was once a part of the army of Ollmesera, elves who fought with great pride and intellect to gain peace and prosperity throughout the land. Acting as a scout, he was one who always found information and reported back to his men with his discoveries. As times had grown dark, the numbers of the elvish army were descending. Rather than being one who remains loyal, Marcaunon abandoned what was left of the band of elves and decided to make a turn more beneficial to him. With his skills to rely on, he detoured into becoming more of taker than a giver, utilizing his abilities to become a thief. As the times had passed, Marcaunon became merely selfish in his actions. He cared less of what would happen to the world and cared only of what would happen with him. He relied on his abilities to gain anything he wanted, and if he wanted it, he would get it no matter what the cost. Extras: Though his dagger deems useful to deceptive confrontations, his crossbow works as more of a trustworthy ally, allowing him to strike at distance without being seen.</s> <\|message\|>Marcaunon of Ollmesera As Marcaunon had stepped out of the portal that had seamlessly taken him to the planned destination, he was immediately presented into what had appeared to be a dining room. Accompanying the room was a long table, presumably for dining, along with chairs pushed under formally for neatness. Odd enough was the light trip from the middle of a forest to a questionable meeting of mystery and strangeness, but Marcaunon handle it best by simply allowing himself to process the situation carefully while staying alert. As the fox that had greeted him earlier came in after, the portal closing behind, a mannerly voice had greeted the elf. "Hello kind sir. Please take a seat, we will get this meeting under way." Though he had seemed formal and polite, Marcaunon spoke no words as he did what was kindly told of him. Such things as nice gestures weren't of importance as things still remained a mystery for now, but hopefully soon will the answers be revealed of what brings such an occasion of strangers to meet. As he promptly found a seat, he witnessed that he was not the only creature to be brought up into this mysterious event. In the room before him was the likes of a devilish looking creature, familiarized with the sights of red skin and horns. Unusual it was for the elf, but the situation started becoming more strange as another elf had made an appearance through a portal, one wing on her back. One more person had made their way into the dining room, this one being a humanly looking woman of a very timid personality as she made her presence known by simply saying hello in a stuttering tone, taking a seat afterwards. Marcaunon was becoming suspicious as to what the purpose was of brining not only him, but the people that had now surrounded him as well. What is the purpose of all of this? Stating that there is more beings to arrive, the man that had brought them here made his name known as Claudius Ravenwood. Simply suggesting that everyone was to greet each other and try to know one another, Marcaunon did the opposite and kept to himself. He had no interest in knowing anyone else in the room, nor did he care to hear of what they had to say. Instead, he kept his eye closely on Claudius, wondering as to what his intentions were. Soon after, a shadowed figure of a man made his way into the room, using what looked to be a bottle of wine as he poured its liquid content into the glass next to Claudius. With superiority, Claudius stated that this figure named Adam would give any sort of food or drink if asked as the dark smoking figure began making his way around the table. Once he was done with the red skinned creature, the figure made his way towards Marcaunon, awaiting to what request would be made, though the elf wasn't in need of anything offered to him. "No, thank you," spoke the elf with a tone of condescension, "I'd rather keep myself attentive than drown myself in beverages that devolve me to intoxication." Declining the offer, Marcaunon rested his elbows onto the table in a position of careful thought, focusing on Claudius carefully.</s> <\|message\|>Zephyra (zeff - ear - uh) Southworth Going through the portal was a bit uncomfortable truth be told. It was kind of like going through a tunnel, dark, cramped, and she had no real idea what was waiting for her on the other side. Thankfully the trip took only moments and soon Zephyra was stepping out into what looked to be the dining room of a mansion. Looks like she was getting called by not only someone powerful but rich as well. Of course, Zephyra didn't get to focus on that for too long as she noticed both a man (human it seemed?) standing in front of the portal looking slightly flustered and the arrow she shot right behind him stuck into the wall. Oh geez, she had almost hit someone. Despite the fact she probably almost hurt or killed him though, the main seemed very...chipper. Cheerfully introducing himself as Claudius and asking for her name since he was terrible with them. "Zephyra Southworth." She replied tentatively. Zephrya had worked with eccentric magic users before and this guy seemed like he would be one of those. And if she learned anything from the others, its that she could never really be sure what to expect from them. After the greetings, Claudius asked her to take a seat and looked to see who all was there already, surprised at the ensemble. There was...Zephrya wasn't sure exactly, she had never seen any of his kind before. He resembled a demon in a lot of ways but he wasn't a demon either. Well, learning about him was going to be interesting. There was an elf here (of the non-flying variety), who seemed to be keeping to himself, and a timid girl that looked to be human. An interesting ensemble that made whatever job they were being recruited for seem very interesting indeed. After Zephyra took her seat, some sort of shadow opened a door and walked out. It was humanoid in shape and seemed physical if just a tad bit unnerving. Claudius told them that it could give them whatever food and drink they so desired, which the red not demon boy set out to test with his asking of bloodwine, and seemed disappointed that he got what he wished. The other elf got water, mentioning that he didn't want to become intoxicated, before going back to stare at Claudius intently. Zephyra followed suit (with a slight apology for this must have been some complicated magic here) and asked for water as well, as being drunk did not make for good flying conditions, of course, if Claudius couldn't deliver on being able to grant her the gift of flight again, then it would have been for naught.</s> <\|message\|>Claudius Ravenwood "The Investor" Claudius Claudius chuckled lightly as he watched the Rakshasa take a drink of the wine he had ordered from Adam. " I do not lie young one. However, if you wish to change your choice of beverage I would allow it. Now that you have finished testing my range of beverage gathering" The words were flowing smoothly from Claudius' mouth, however his word choice was almost odd, as if the man had never interacted with a group like this before, and to be honest, he hadn't. The man's eyes watched each guest order their drink, or not order anything at all. Claudius gazed closely, surveying the reactions of each member closely. Joy ran through through him as he imagined what each would order to eat. "Mister Elf I can assure you I am not here to poison, betray, or trick you. And Adam would get you even something as simple as berry juice or water." Claudius said with a smile, a slight annoyance in his tone. He had never heard of such behavior, and he didn't like this elf's attitude. The man watched the winged elf order water and the girl sitting to Claudius' left order strawberry juice. Both choices made Claudius confused, but he didn't mention it to the group. The man shifted in chair slightly as he got ready to announce why he had brought this group together. He would have a quick one on one chat with the members after dinner and really see where everyone stands on the idea, if they didn't express themselves at the table. "Now then, let us talk business before we eat." Claudius said as he stood from his chair. His posture changing into something of a more serious aspect as the foxes that had been sitting in the doorway rise and run to sit straight up and in a straight line behind Claudius' chair. " The demons, the monsters, the creatures, whatever your people have called them. They will attack again. I have devised a system and selected you to defend this land, and your own against them." Claudius finished, surveying the room again, this time waiting on the reactions of the table. "Some of you have greatness to offer this group, and others need a hand to find their greatness, but I believe I have arranged the best group to close that gap in the sky." The man seemed to relax, taking his seat once again and taking a sip of his wine. He didn't know hat to expect from people. He hadn't gauged enough reactions from enough beings to truly understand if his group would even want to engage the creatures that plagued their world. But he did believe that they possessed the right skills to close the gap. @DivineIntervention93@Invader Len</s>	<\|message\|>Marcaunon of Ollmesera Once Marcaunon had declined the offer of a beverage, it had seemed to show an indication of disrespect towards Claudius, stating with irritation that anything that no form of trickery was to be had, and anything he could ask for that was drinkable could be requested without complications. Instead of replying back to him, Marcaunon kept quietly to himself, refusing to say or request politely for anything. Once everyone had settled in with their beverages had, Claudius rose from his seat as he began speaking of the reason as to why Marcaunon and the other creatures were brought together on such occasion. With the elf paying close attention and his hearing fully focused, Claudius spoke of the various monsters that has been plaguing the sky and descending down onto the land, known to be happening a for only a few years now, yet Claudius mentioned that they will indeed begin to terrorize once more. As he continued listening, Marcaunon hears that the purpose of their arrival was to band together and help protect and defend the land from anymore incoming evil beings, Claudius stating that with their skills and abilities that together they will work as an alliance to end the terrorization of monsters destroying the populace of many races. Once the man had finished his statement, Marcaunon seemed confused. The biggest question that was running throughout the elf's mind was to how did this man know of him? What purpose would he want of him and the others specifically to endure such a task, and is there something in it for them? Questions clouded Marcaunon's thoughts, yet him being convinced that this would offer something of value to him was the opposite. "So if I can understand you properly," began Marcaunon, "You want to link us all together and use our supposed skills to inherit a task that many other beings have been carrying out for quite a while now, correct?" The elf laughed to himself, thinking that the idea was of nothing more than a ridiculous manner, feeling that there is more than meets the eye with this purpose. Clenching his hands together on the table in front of him, he kept quietly giggling to himself, merely finding the situation humorous yet ridiculous as well.</s>
<\|description\|>"Old" Otto ABSTRACT: Structural Integrity Specialist...and hermit. DETAIL: Hard to say for this one; he's an odd-duck. One could safely assume Otto is well past his mid-life crisis stage, and somewhere between sixty and seventy-five inches in height. Never in much of a hurry, he climbs into the cable trolley (in his typical hunched-over fashion) and ascends to the newest construction zone. Otto is responsible for analyzing the Periphery City Wall Into The Sky (W.I.T.S., as the project manual suggests). It is the ideal profession for a fellow who needn't be bothered by a foreman. Only a laser-emitting wand and a hard drive is needed on the job, and once Otto finishes each zone, he simply uploads the data to Her Majesty's government data base and disappears into the city. Because of his reclusive and tired demeanor, laborers and security personnel refer to him as "Old Otto" or "Old Hunch." Presently, there is no record of Otto's origin, work or family history. Always wearing a dark-brown hooded robe and a safety harness, he can be easy to miss in passing. MAGICAL INVENTORY: Sewn into the inside of his garment, near the left torso, are two pieces of hide leather. The leather has a very old and untreated look and feel. Circular symbols with unique patterns within are branded to the leather pieces. Otto has been careful not to let these items be seen by another soul, ever. His robe seems to fit him as if it's part of him... TYPICAL INVENTORY: When Otto is spotted, he carries the black nylon satchel he was issued by the government. Along with his required tools, Otto packs a heavy duty water bottle, a harness with lanyard, matches and his wooden pipe.</s> <\|message\|>Katrina Meyer Katrina Meyer Smiling tightly to the blonde gentleman (every muscle in her was clenching, like they were bracing for impact- they still haven't messaged back. Why would they leave it so long?- which made it hard to smile properly), Kat kneeled down and tied her end of the cable to the motor, setting it on the floor. She kneeled down and kept her hand on the motor, steadying it, as they began to move. She breathed a sigh of relief- the wire unwound smoothly from the reel with little resistance, and the motor seemed to be heavy enough to pull out the wire with its own inertia without sliding. Kat stayed quiet on the move down; she felt a little rude doing so, but the truth was her mind was whirling, trying to analyse the possible things that could have happened to her siblings from every angle, which ones were more likely and less likely, how she would be able to help them. And yet, as she did this she felt her head thudding against her ribcage, and the quiet voice in the back of her head got louder and louder. Every heartbeat without a response means it's more likely they're not saying anything because they've been hurt. Or worse. Still, she looked around the trolley as they juddered down (Kat was reasonably confident the trolley would hold up, so the rickety setup was no cause for worry), and if anyone caught her eye she tried to offer a comforting smile in their direction. BAM! It took a couple of seconds for the Grit to register to Kat, so lost was she in her own thoughts. And, for a few seconds, looking around the trolley at the grotesque, inexplicable monsters was almost a relief. There's no way this can be happening. I must be dreaming. She found herself looking in to the eyes of a bizarre fanged Grit with every viable surface ending in some kind of point- a claw, an antler, a spike, as it crawled towards her. The threat to her life this represented seemed vague and fuzzy, like she was watching a LiveIt™ move on her tech-specs. Must be so awkward, being all spikes? You'd destroy the upholstery of any car. Also you'd be so unpopular in a cramped club. The creature stopped, paused to look at the wire linking her motor and the other side of the wall, and yanked. It's strength was incredible- the motor flipped up and shot out the side of the trolley, punching a hole through one of the windows. Kat, more by instinct than any conscious decision, had moved her hands out the way as soon as the monster had reached down, but still had to duck out the way as the motor went flying past her head. Fortunately, she had anticipating something like this may have happened were the wire to run out, and so she had ensured no-one else was in harm's way when setting the motor down. Turning back, she looked back to beyond the wall, covered in Grit of so many different shapes, sizes, colours and forms it reminded her of a densely wired circuit board. It was almost entrancing, to watch them move about. Well, I guess no-one on the other side is going to be dragging this thing back anyway. She thought, absently. Suddenly, a hard grip on her left arm bought her back to reality. Sounds, smells and the shaking of the trolley which had previously felt so far away suddenly came into sharp focus. Turning, she saw Vincent, looking her in the eyes cooly. He's dealing with this much better than me. "C'mon." Before she even had a chance to nod in agreement, or protest, she was being dragged along as Vincent dashed towards an unopened door just off the landing. Reaching it, he attempted to open it- and it swung open immediately, revealing a pitch- black interior. Her tech-specs had night vision, but she didn't want to drain the battery any more than she was already doing whilst tracking the location of her siblings. Taking them off and putting them in a jacket pocket, she clasped her palms together, lifting her hands to her lips as if in prayer. Theo, Katrin, Jakob… I'll get through this, and then I'll come find you. Please wait for me. Please don't be dead. Releasing her hands, the sigil of light on her right hand began to glow. It didn't produce much light from a distance, but it was enough to dimly illuminate the features of the room in front of them. Holding it out in front of herself and Vincent, Kat quickly looked over her shoulder at the others as she ran inside. "This way!"</s> <\|message\|>Maria Loronha (note: the "nh" bit is pronounced like "ny.") The ride down in the trolley was slow and silent, save for the grinding of the trolley against the wire it rode on. Maria sat against a wall, the puffiness of her jacket making it very comfortable, which was why she had brought it. Seeing how strung-out the skinny man next to her was, she unzipped a pocket and removed a small, pink hard candy, with translucent pink wrapping paper. "Candy? It's homemade. Passion fruit flavor!" She said to him with a smile. Whether he took it or not, Maria settled down in her corner. Her jacket felt like a blanket being wrapped around her, and she gradually dropped off into a light doze. BAM! Maria shrieked as her eyes flew wide open. For a moment, she wasn't really able to process what she was seeing; then the fact that she was staring at a huge, bestial monster, at a Grit, a Grit who was staring back at her, hit home. Instinctively, she whipped out her notepad and pencil, and wrote down what she liked to call her "Air Mine" sigil, which was three wavy lines surrounded by a circle. She thrust the sigil into the face of the Grit on the ceiling, causing the sigil to emit a blast of air directly into its face. Whatever the results, Maria took whatever time she had to shout "Run!" and sprint as fast as she could after Kat and Vincent. "Wait for me, guys!" A faint crackling could be heard as she ran from the elevator, though it quickly faded from hearing.</s> <\|message\|>"Old" Otto "Well. Sure. Isn't this just peachy.." Otto let his legs give out when the trolley was bombarded by the beasts. Scratching, clawing--these things ripped metal as easy as paper. Lying on the trolley floor, he crawled with haste to his sledge hammer, which was propped in the corner. As he grasped the hammer in his left hand, his right buried into his robes and felt for one of his leather patches. It had been years--decades--since Otto used his trusty sigils. The leather patch closest to his armpit felt like a spiral was branded within a perfect circle. "Oh no. No, not that one." Immediately below the first, the second patch was similarly branded. Instead of a perfect circle, it more closely resembled a two-dimensional egg. Branded within the egg-shape, a small paw print. Otto covered the old leather with his hand and sat up in a crouched position, back facing the landing door. POP Salt and dust slammed into the side of the trolley, leaving behind white smoke approximately the size of an adult male. Otto sailed through the air and slammed into the landing's door frame (not at all gracefully). He looked in all directions, and made eye contact with the others who made it into the dark doorway. "Still works!"</s> <\|message\|>Florence Groban Flor had helped himself to his feet after flying into the trolley. He didn't sctivate his sigil this time and bruised his back as he slammed it into the metal grating. Fortunately the other two were fine. The trolley began to creak and whine as it made it's way lower, that is until the operator got a little greedy and let to much of the brake out. The short fall stopped his heart for a moment. He was used to the fall himself, but his mind instantly went to the sight of everyone in the car crushed flat from a fall at that height. Fortunately they got the trolley back under control and stopped at a hopeful infirmary. BAM The Grit had already made it up the wall and were attacking their trolley. Flor was more concerned with the one on top of the trolley that had peeled it open. He had his pipe, but he wasn't sure how to go about attacking the monster. He couldn't swing to wildly with the others so close, and a weak attack would just get him hurt. Fortunately the others acted quicker, blowing the thing back for a moment and blasting a powder bomb in the trolley. Flor rapidly followed the old man into the room a little more gracefully, until he saw the old man in the doorway and flung his momentum in another direction to avoid him. He may have been able to catch himself, but then a woman was in his way. He shifted himself just enough again to avoid her and fall flat on the floor. Regaining his control, he got up again. "I'm fine! What are we doing now?"</s> <\|message\|>Vincent David DeMoore Vincent slipped in after a few people entered the dark room. He kept the door open a crack and stayed near it to glance outside on occasion. He was quite curious to see what the Grit would do. As scary as a force as they were, he was interested in why they hadn't attacked until now. Perhaps they knew this incident was going to happen. What if this was a plot to destroy the city. He was all for hitting the reset button, but he wanted to know about the aftermath. Secretly, he hoped that they didn't do anything with the soulstones, so he could gather as many as he could. He was already establishing a list of objectives: gather soulstones, invade Father's library and study Rune Magic, experiment. No one here entered the teen's plans, but he did prefer if they survived. He exhaled as he suddenly realized that he nearly died today, and with the Grit roaming the streets his survival over the next few days would be questionable. He had to take advantage of the people here in order to make it through to the next day. He closed the door and slid down the wall into a seated position. He could barely see in the dim light of Kat's sigil. He would have to inspect that sigil in order to learn it. "Anyone hurt?" Vincent called out to the people in the room.</s> <\|message\|>The Queen, or Queenie, or Orchid Unquiet if you'd like to be precise While Maria's sigil took shape, the Grit stuffed its head down into the trolley, snuffling and hissing, ropes of ooze dripping from its fangs. Moth had apparently lost it, because the young auditor stuck his hand out toward the creature's nose as if to pet it -- as if this grotesque, scaled, spiked thing were no more dangerous than a puppy. The Grit's nostrils flared, and it snuffled at his hand expectantly -- but when he had nothing to offer, it shoved Moth aside and lunged at Florence. The surprised Grit yelped and yanked out of the trolley, shaking its head and coughing. A split-second later it took out its rage on Ethan, the only human on the trolley roof. The Grit tackled him in a flash of scales and claws and teeth, but it snapped its jaws on empty air. Ethan had, of course, used a sigil to jump himself to safety. "ARE YOU HURT?" A robotic voice beeped from a corner of the dark room. Kat's sigil dimly illuminated the dusty white floors, empty white walls, stacked padded chairs, and plastic-wrapped machines of an unfinished infirmary. Covered hospital beds were lined against the wall to the left, and curtain rollers had been installed without curtains. Directly across from the door was a set of double-doors labeled "SURGERY", a smaller door labeled "STAIRS", another labeled "TOILET", and the last: "ROOMS 8F1 - 8F4". The wall to the right had been stuffed with shelves of boxes and hospital supplies. There was also a big, metallic blue robot with flashing eyes. "DO YOU HAVE AN APPOINTMENT?" the robot announced eagerly. It creaked as it stepped out of its corner and whirred toward the gathered group. "ALL THE MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS ARE CURRENTLY BUSY. IS THIS AN EMERGENCY?" BANG BANG SCRATCH The door to the outside rattled as the Grit pushed and scraped at it, determined to get at the prize that had got away. Somewhere in the distance outside, a long low howl rang out. The Grit abandoned the door, its attention attracted elsewhere. All seemed quiet.</s>	<\|message\|>"Old" Otto "Uhhg." Otto let out a groan, followed by a pair of wheezing breaths. The startling presence of the medical robot had made his stomach twist into a knot, but realizing the lack of danger he quickly relaxed. His back, neck, elbows, forearms and hands burned in agonizing pain; the kind of pain he couldn't easily put away in his mind. Unbeknownst to him, his hood had fallen from his head revealing a bald, reddened scalp. His wrinkled face showed little expression and his eyes (mostly black, bordered with gray) showed little soul. After replacing the hood and pulling on his gloves snugly, Otto released his iron-grip on the sledgehammer and crawled into one of the hospital beds, letting both arms hang loosely from the sides. "We're in bad shape, people."</s>
<\|description\|>Mi Kiyoshi Age: 16 Gender: Female Class: 1-A Personality: Mi is shy, to say the very least. She doesn't quite know how to start a conversation, and if she managed to get into a conversation she didn't quite know how to keep the conservation up. In conversations she would look to the sides, avoiding eye contact. However Mi does have a large amount of patience, so she can tolerate most people being rude. Mi also loves to help people. She will help someone if they are hurt if she can. She cares more about other people than about herself. She admires strong people, though she doesn't really show it. She tends to stray away from human interactions. Background: Mi grew up an only child with a single parent. Her father had died while Mi was young and so Mii's mother raised her alone. Mi's mother was a doctor, and so she was gone most of the time and when she was, she would be studying medical procedures and so Mi was taught quite a few medical skills by her mom. Mi enjoyed learning about medicine. She would ask her mom to teach her more and more in exchange for Mi doing the housework. As Mi got older, school became sort of awkward for her. She was small for her age and so most of the girls in her class treated her like a little doll. They would mess with her hair. Mi's shy demeanor didn't really help stop the treatment from the other girl's though she didn't really mind it Skills: Mii is skilled with medicine and has a large amount of medical knowledge. She's pretty good at at cooking and cleaning and is quite a fast runner, though she sucks at fighting Weapons: N/A Relationships/Friendships: N/A Other: "They Ate Shoske"</s> <\|message\|>Megumi Hazekage Megumi rubbed her arm awkwardly and simply stated at Aki. "Look, I hate to be concerned and all, but you dont have to be guilty... Whatever..." She sighed and shook her head. "Why would you even go back to the school anyways? We're already safe... Only an idiot would head back into the danger zone." The young girl mumbled, her hand trailing up to her head so she could rub her neck. "Mm... I mean I could watch over her, if you were to ever actually go that is." She glanced down at the dog and huffed before wandering over to the couch and slumping down on it. "I don't hug and do all of that stuff, I'm a bitch after all. A rich one at that." The red-head crossed her legs and leaned on the arm of the couch, her gaze resting on Noa and her interactions with the toys. It made her jealous with how she spent her youth, yet also pitied how it may soon end. Noa seemed to be oblivious in a way, her young ignorance feigning the imminent destruction of the world. "I'm going soft..." She hissed.</s> <\|message\|>Aki Okumura "You are right, I don't have to be guilty. I could go about my business and blame him for it. Yet it's because I have a soul that I do feel guilty. The way I see it, is I could have saved them and I failed. You can say I'm not at fault all you want, but I will always feel I am." Aki replied with while he listened to her response to his question. "Thats why it's a theory. I know it's stupid maybe another day when the school is less polluted by those monsters. Besides why would I ever leave my sister alone with you. She will learn so many vulgar words, that she will lose all that sweetness. I'll be in my room, feel free to pester if you want." Aki said quoting the pester part as he walked to his room closing the door behind him. Noa held the dog and looked up at Megumi and puffed out her cheeks while the dog ruffed at Megumi. "Not uh fibber. You are a nice lady. If you were a mean lady you wouldn't be so nice to Ki-ki!" Moa said with her nickname for Aki apparently being Ki-ki. So when Megumi stated herself being soft, Noa tilted her head and poked her. "Isn't it normal to be soft? It'd be weird to be hard, almost like you were made of stone. Besides she likes you." Noa said pointing at the puppy laying against Megumi. "And I like you too. And I'm sure despite how he acts, Ki-ki likes you too." Noa then flashed her a big grin while the puppy would then fart. "Ewwww, stinky puppy! Bad!"</s> <\|message\|>Megumi Hazekage "You can't be sweet forever in a ruined world, can you...?" Megumi shrugged her shoulders and glanced at Noa whom held the little hound in her arms. The young pre-teen went on and on about how the redhead wasn't mean and how they all liked her, which only made the girl chuckle and shake her head. "Do you really think so? I'm not normally a likeable person, little one. I'm supposed to be a stern character, one that doesn't forgive nor apologize for my actions... And now I'm like a mother deer. Frail yet attempting to be protective over her young." She leaned back on the couch, the leather upholstery letting out a long sigh as her position adjusted. The little canine released its gas into the air, making both girls grow disgusted. Megumi waved her hand in front of her face and immediately moved from the couch to leave the scene that happened in the living room. "Would it be wise, to pester your elder brother? I have nothing to pester him with anyways, other then telling him the dog probably crapped itself." She leaned against the wall and placed her sleeve over her nose to vent out all of the stench until it actually went away. "What does the dog have to say about that?"</s> <\|message\|>Aki Okumura The dog ruffed at her and shimmeyed off the couch as it did a jog, for a puppy anyway at Megumi. Looking up at her with its tongue outside its mouth. "I'm not sure, maybe its her way of saying, I like messing with you girls?" Noa would then stand up and knocked on Aki's desk. "Ki-ki, Megumi wanted to pester you about the dog crapping itself." Noa said through the door while inside the room you could hear Aki say. "Its how she says she loves you. Megumi its normal, you do it I do it. Those zombies probably do it." He didn't leave his room to answer but he did answer. Which made Noa shrug her shoulders. "Oh she also said she was like a mother deer." Noa said with bright eyes, this made Aki come out of his room laughing quite hysterically as he looked at Megumi. "You a mother deer? Oh that's a good one. Thats like me being a pro boxer." Aki said his laughter dying down while the puppy would then sneeze and look at the three before sitting back on the couch. "Well I would say lets tell stories about what we did before the whole crap happened, but I feel like I know what Megumi did, and Noa you are not old enough to hear that conversation." Aki said about to head to his room when Noa kicked him. "I'm old enough I'm thirteen years old. I'm a big girl!" Noa said puffing her cheeks out as she stomped off to her room. "And now I'm on a little girls frowny list. Oh well." Aki said going back into his room as he laid down on his bed opening up his manga again.</s> <\|message\|>Megumi Hazekage Megumi rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, letting out a small grunt of annoyance as he laughed. "Whatever. But my story isn't bad at all actually, Noa might be interested. But whatever floats your boat, weaboo." She sauntered back over to the couch and laid down on it, her face making contact with the back of the dog, using the little canine as a live pillow, which made Megumi relax considerably. "There's no bukkake or anything obscene involved, I promise. In actuality, it's rather boring and most of it is filled with training." She got off of the dog and stretched. "It's pretty calm here... I wonder how long it will last until something bad happens?" The young girl crossed her legs and rubbed her chin. It had actually been quite awhile since something dangerous happened, and it felt rather odd in a way, to be out of danger for more than a few moments. Peace and quiet already grew into a foreign feeling to her, and Megumi was simply sitting and waiting for the moment it would go to shit. "Maybe tomorrow morning... Maybe..." Megumi felt a little paranoid, but shook her thoughts off so she could slip into a more lax mood. "What time is it?" She was, of course, talking to herself.</s> <\|message\|>Aki Okumura Poking his head outside his room he sighed. "You see, she doesn't need to know what bukkake means, and...." Aki walked outside his room and looked around the living room and saw no one but the puppy who was squirming after being used as a pillow. "And I think the time is we are both going crazy, cause you are talking to no one." Aki said chuckling as he sat down on the couch with his Manga open. "Or did you talk to the little flubber ball here?" Aki said as he flipped through the pages. "So what was your past like, the whole training thing? You can probably guess mine." Aki would look up at her while puppy would start chasing her tail on the couch before rolling on her back while huffing and puffing. She would then sit up wagging her tail as she stared at Megumi too. "You got her attention too, and its hard to keep it so you best talk while you can."</s> <\|message\|>Kurisa Shuiji people's following meh! <.< >.> Kurisa continued to fight some of them off when he heard Utaho shout, this cause him to look down the hall at all of them now approaching "Shit! they are attracted to sound...that little fucker was actually right" Kurisa slammed his right foot into one of their chests causing it to fall back into others like it. So they react to sound? That means despite seeing us they couldn't? Fucks sake...Well maybe we can use this to save our asses.... Kurisa continued to run onwards as he then smashed the Wrench in his right hand into the side of another one of their heads. As they were about to reach the corner one of the other people following called out about some of them being around the corner. "Got it..." Kurisa reached the corner then stopped as one of them stepped out from around the corner, Kurisa quickly reacted by slamming the hammer in his left hand into it's head. The hammer remained stuck within it's head which was a problem until got an idea that would bide them a little time...even if only a few seconds, it could make the difference between life and death. Kurisa yanked it (giggity) over towards the other of it's own kind that were approaching down the hall and slammed his right foot into it's chest causing the hammer to rip out of it's head as it fell back into the other of it's kind, this caused them to all fall to the ground which stopped them coming from one way right now...but now to fight their way downstairs to the first floor! They were getting the fuck out of here! Kurisa began to make his way down the stairs, hitting a few of them on the way down...as he got a bit further down the stairs he saw the floor below which seemed emptier than the floor they were just on...clearly them breaking out of that class caused one hell of a noise because it seemed they had all made their way there...it was a good and bad thing...but may just have gave them the break they needed Weapon: Wrench, Hammer Hits used: 3, 3 Hits left: 6, 9 Throwable: N/A</s> <\|message\|>Kenny Kenny ran down the steps to the second floor and stopped for a second to catch his breath as he was panting from all the running he had done. His face sweaty beneath the mask and had to take in big gulps of air to catch his breath while scanning the hallways, lucky none were around at the moment. Just one more floor to go, but considered that since he was alone that he had to be more cautious since he had no one to watch his back. Any mistake or hesitation would likely cost his life and couldn't just go rushing around like he had been doing. Waiting till his body had calmed down before moving to the next set of stairs to the first floor to see a group of zombies making their way slowly up the steps. Arms reaching forward as they fought to get over each other to get at him, though they were still only halfway up, too thick for him to run through. He looked around, thinking he could try and go to the other pair of steps but felt he had stayed in this school longer than he should of. It was then that an idea came to mind and ran over to a nearby trashcan which was mostly full and dragged it to the stairs before turning it to his side.You fuckers ready for a strike?He thought to himself, needing a good laugh before giving the can a push and watched it roll down the steps to smack into the foremost of the monsters and like a domino effect they fell over each other. Kenny quickly followed after, stopping short of the first of the growling corpses and glanced over the railings to see the lower set of stairs was open besides a single zombie which had fallen behind the others. Already some of the zombies were getting up, but he wasn't gonna stick around and wait around for them as he gripped the hammer firmly with his right hand. Bending his legs before hopping over the railings and just as the undead lifted his head to look up; met by the hammer smashing into its face and fell onto the steps, cushioning his landing with its body. With a lurch of his arm, pulled the hammer from its forehead and jumped down the last set of stairs with a grunt to see the hallway around him clear at the moment. He scanned the area to spot the cafeteria down the hall and thought taking the side exit would be safer than the main entrance where most of these things would likely be. Hitching up his backpack, started down the hallway, cautious of any stragglers when one suddenly burst out from a nearby bathroom. Nearly on him, about to get at his arm when kenny turned on the spot to slam his foot as hard as he could onto its knee and a faint crack could be heard as the zombie lost its footing and stumbled onto him, causing the two to fall. Kenny moved his arms over his face, claw part of the hammer facing upward shortly before reaching the ground, letting the zombie's face land on the hammer take itself out. Blood spilled down onto the mask as it reeked, causing him to gag even through the mask. Pushing the corpse off with a grunt then got up, wiping some of the blood from his mask to clear the eyeholes.Oh yeah, Kenny on a roll.Doing a quick whoop whoop as he had to admit what he just did was impressive, but that was enough celebrating and spun the hammer in his hand as he ran his way to the cafeteria, thinking that even alone he was faring pretty well. weapons: hammer, papercutter Hits used: 2/0 Hits left: 7/10</s>	<\|message\|>Mi Kiyoshi Mi walked. Unsure where to go. Was anyone she knew still alive. And is so, where would they be. Yukito. Where would he go. Being the nerd her was. Mi thought about it for a moment. And then it came to her. He would probably end up heading towards the tech room. And that would be Mi's new destination.</s>
<\|description\|>Maryvale Blood Age: 21 Gender: Female Species: Presumably human; rumoured dark elf. Backstory: The Dark Knight Maryvale Blood - she is loyal to the King and sworn to obey the Grand Marshal of the kingdom. Living amongst the rabble in a prestigious city which denied her, Maryvale was essentially left to rot in her home city of Dou. Hungry, without a home, and no one to call family, Maryvale was on the verge of death when she was saved by the Grand Marshal of the kingdom. He raised her like a daughter, teaching her the ways of the Dark Knight, and thus Blood reveres him as both a father and a messiah. She is never seen without her armour, and her voice is apparently distorted due to some kind of mechanism within it. She works closely with the Grand Marshal to help him accomplish his goals, and her skill with a sword and magic are rivalled by those in the Grand Marshal's personal guard. However, she is not without her weakness'. A lowly sense of direction and self-sacrificial combat abilities make her easy to confuse and defeat given the chance. Additionally, her knowledge on most things literate are poor, to the point that even her pronunciation of some words being wrong. Outside of combat or the use of using technology, she's practically useless. Notable equipment: * Dark Vibrance, Maryvale's primary blade. It's incredibly durable, though slightly heavy, and works well with channeling dark magic, which Maryvale is quite capable of. When you go up against Dark Knight Blood, this is the weapon you face. * Max Healing potions (x5); Maryvale uses these in extreme emergencies, when she's taken too many hits and is on the brink of losing consciousness or even dying. They are pretty much an instant heal, however drawbacks include the possibility of poisoning, which can go on for days, and paralysis which lasts for a short time. * Dark Knight Armour: as seen in the image below, Maryvale dons a sleek set of armour befitting a Dark Knight. Whilst it's difficult to say what it's made of, one can be certain it's pretty durable, which is essential for Maryvale for without it she would likely die far more quickly. * Journal: Maryvale keeps a journal upon her person at all times which she takes notes about pretty much everything in. Despite her ineptitude for reading and writing, she has many entries, most of which appear to have been drawn out or written in for her by another. Abilities: * Self-healing: Maryvale's signature trait is her self-healing ability. It begins several minutes after she has taken damage, and begins to reconstruct her body via magic. It's limited to physical injuries and poisoning, and makes her unable to regenerate any magic whilst she's healing, and any movement more intense than a walk pauses the process. However, the fact she can regenerate any physical injury given time is what makes her stand out the most. Of course, the more severe the injury, the longer it'll take to heal. A cut 1cm deep and 5cm's wide will generally take about 45 minutes to fully heal whilst walking. * Black Magic: Maryvale also has the ability to use black magic. This black magic is purely dark magic and can be channeled through her blade so to maintain a more accurate "stream", though nothing that resembles enchantments can be used. More often than not this black magic inflicts some kind of physical damage or drains the life force of Maryvale in return for it's tremendous attack power, however this can be used to her advantage. * Sacrificial Magic: another magic limited to the self, sacrificial magic is the magic that revolves around taking something away in return for power. In this case, by using Black Magic spells and attacks, Maryvale's attacks get stronger as more damage is inflicted upon her. She even has an ability, Reverse Sword Strike, in which the damage in which she has taken is applied directly to an enemy.</s> <\|message\|>Connor Fintaul "We head out to find the most powerful blade... Then we raise all hell." Connor replies, swinging his new sword around to get used to it, careful not to hit anyone. He would still keep his old sword, but the red one would serve as a nice backup weapon. He then puts it in an extra sheath (that he magically has) on his back.</s> <\|message\|>Maryvale Blood "That would be... Darkstalker, I think?" The girl ponders to herself, though everyone seems cautious of the red energy his sword left as he swung. "But don't expect it to be easy... That blade is guarded by Death's best friend. There's no way we could take that on!"</s> <\|message\|>Maryvale Blood The girl sighs, conjuring the portal. "Fine." She replies simply, and as they jump through, they find themselves back in town - more specifically a back alley so they aren't spotted, just in case. "And now we're baaaaaack~!" Sings the jester with a maniacal chuckle, though settles himself quickly. "And with this little trinket in tow! Ooh, today is my lucky day!"</s> <\|message\|>Iosef Talabar "To the temple we go then." Iosef places Earthrent in the scabbard of where the night elf blade would have been, and starts walking.</s> <\|message\|>Connor Fintaul "More people." Connor says, not really clarifying what he means at first before exclaiming: "We need more people! We'll gather up an army of mercenaries, travelers, adventurers, vagabonds, warriors and just anyone else, and we go get that sword! Now, we need to fight our way out of the shite storm of bandits out there and go find more people." With that, Connor turned towards the door that led into the main room (which has a shitload of bandits that Connor hired to go in, only for them to start a riot) and swinging the red sword at the largest group.</s> <\|message\|>Maryvale Blood The trip to the temple is rather uneventful, and pretty soon they find themselves at the front entrance, the temple walls towering above just as it always has. "And back at the temple we are~!" Grins the jester with a rather exaggerated yet stupid little dance, as though arriving in itself were some kind of victory. Their small company looks about ready to question how exactly he was going to follow through with this plan of his, but before any of them could speak up, he was gone. With sighs all around, they follow closely behind, though are once again taken aback as Connor swung his sword... It seems the more force used to swing the sword, the more intense the red air-slashes become, for as soon as he takes that first swing, there is a line of dead enemies laying at his feet, sprawled from one end of the room to the other. The group he swung at was decimated in three precise slashes, and it seems the immense destructive power of the sword brought the whole fiasco to a grinding halt.</s> <\|message\|>Iosef Talabar Iosef then started to look for the horse, a bit eager to try and evade his supposedly predicted fate about desert gnolls, or meet said fate.</s> <\|message\|>Connor Fintaul Connor takes a second to look back at his group, before saying: "I like this sword." Then, he turns back around and attacks any remaining bandits.</s> <\|message\|>Maryvale Blood His horse was, thankfully, OK, being in same place he left it. However, the poor beast seems to be rather distressed, as though sensing some unseen presence. "The gnolls... It can sense them..." The girl remarks with a slight gulp. "They're close... I can almost feel them..." (Btw does this girl and the jester have names yet? XD also do they have any notable equipment/abilities?) His swings slice through the bandits like a knife through hot butter, cutting in arcs of red light that cut through almost everything in his path, save for stone (thankfully). The bandits begin a retreat, though with so many trying to escape from the same exit, it's basically like shooting fish in a very narrow barrel. Some of the bandits try to turn around and fight, but pretty soon they find themselves cut in half too...</s> <\|message\|>Iosef Talabar (The Jester is supposed to be some powerful spirit or something of the like, and the girl has no name, since she's just a side character. Add to them as you will.) Iosef walks over to horse, and whispers in its ear a few comforting words, not that it would understand. Still, he hoped the gesture of a good neck rub would calm it down somewhat.</s> <\|message\|>Connor Fintaul Amidst the blood, guts and chaos, one sound is audible: the sound of Connor's childish laugh as he cuts through the bandits, leaving not a trace that they ever existed... Unless you count their blood and entrails as traces that they existed.</s> <\|message\|>Maryvale Blood The neck rub calms the horse down considerably, and, with the addition of the girl tending to his horse too, it becomes stable once more. However, it seems there wasn't much time to get all mushy with their horses, as just over a desert sand dune they could make out what looks to be a massive shadow, though the sounds that were coming from said shadow and the speed in which it was moving made it clear: this was an army. An army of Gnolls. Unicycle Pretty soon, there is nothing but the blood and gore left over from the massacre caused by Connor, the whole floor being a mushy red of blood and human body parts, both inside and out. Not a bandit is left to roam, unless they somehow managed to hide - though with all the slashing it was extremely unlikely. He could hear the girl from his party vomit, and one of the twins looked rather disgusted at the sight, though the orc merely grunted and the other twin comforted his brother. "I suppose we're getting out of here now?" Says the orc, arms folded. "You could've at least let me have one..." (Btw does anyone in your party have any significant equipment/abilities? And do they have names?)</s> <\|message\|>Connor Fintaul (You know how Claw is, doesn't do names... I'm guessing the twins might act as the comic relief while the orc is just a dude who uses brute force [you could try to work in that he's much wiser than regular orcs, considering that, when the fighting broke out, one of the humans in Connor's original party tried to kill him and the orc stayed loyal... Or something] and the elf chick is a mage/healer. Give 'em any names you want. Also, was the word 'stable' in your reply to BytheSpleen's post a pun? It seems like a pun) Connor grins at the orc. "Sorry pal, got a little... Carried away with myself, I suppose. If something like this can deal this much damage, I can only wonder how awesome the power of Darkstalker is..." His grin turns into a wicked smile, before Connor stops smiling altogether. "Come along now." With that, he walks out and holsters his sword, whistling a happy tune.</s> <\|message\|>Maryvale Blood (Alright, I'll try to work in more character to these peeps when the time comes :P At least he made it easy for me to do things like this. Then again, I bet they were intended as side characters) "This dude's nuts..." He can hear one of the twins mutter quietly. "Pipe down, he can probably hear you!" The other twin exclaims in a harsh whisper. "Wait, what? A dead guy can hear me?" His brother asks, looking confused and amused. He points to the lower half of a dead soldier whose testicles had been... decimated by a hammer, it seems. "Bro, I was talkin' about this guys nuts! Look! They've been squished!" "Ugh..." The other brother sighs and starts dragging his twin along. "I hate you." The orc follows quietly behind he and the others, and the elf moves to his side, seemingly a little nervous. "That sword... I don't like the feeling it gives off..."</s> <\|message\|>Connor Fintaul "What? It's a sword, and a sword's a sword... And it's one powerful sword..." Connor stared lustfully at the blood red blade as he said this, twirling it around in his hand and giggling to himself. Yeah... Maybe that sword's not a good influence on our boy Connor here.</s> <\|message\|>Maryvale Blood "A sword isn't just a sword. That goes especially for the legendary weapons!" The elf girl replies with a hint of anger in her voice. "A sword is like a partner - a weapon meant to protect you and those you love! It shouldn't be disregarded so callously as just some other inanimate object!" She looks to be pretty upset about the whole sword thing, for whatever reason. "The Universal Weapon Darkstalker is said to have a soul inside it which communicates with whoever wields it, often times so it can drag them into it's world. You must remain aware of yourself with these types of things!" "A sword's a sword - if it can be used to kill people, then I'll use it. If not, I'll get something else." The orc replies, disregarding her words. "Come on, boss, lets go."</s> <\|message\|>Connor Fintaul Connor, taking the girl's words into account, looks at the red sword and then at his own old blade, scratched, chipped and worn out from a few years or so of stress. He then hands the red sword to the orc, unsheathing his original sword. "You're right. The most powerful blade I have isn't some fancy-ass sword that can cut people into a million pieces, it's this one." Handing the red sword to the orc, Connor says: "Keep it." Once they arrive back at Boras, Connor would once again look at the group and say: "I never got your names... Mind telling me?"</s>	<\|message\|>Maryvale Blood The Orc seems happy with his newfound sword, though it is a little small for his tastes. "This is a powerful toothpick... The stronger you swing it, the more powerful it is. I think this suites me perfectly." When Connor asks his name, the Orc seems to be skeptical, but soon gives a look that says "what the Hell" and replies: "I am Kin'Kro. That is all." "We're Tiz and Riz," the two twins reply simultaneously, bowing, "and it's a pleasure to meet you. The way you can tell us apart is Tiz's hair goes to the left, whereas Riz's goes to the right. Just think 'R' in 'Riz' for 'right'. We came from a small village and are working our butts off to try repay our mother and father, and get super rich!" With the perfect presentation like that, they must've said it so many times it had been memorised... "And I am Moriana Organa Van Sheil, but you may call me 'Sheil'." The elf seems quite proud of her name, as though it should inspire great awe from those who heard it. Though seeing Connor's less-than-awestruck reaction, she continues: "What? Haven't you heard of me or my family?"</s>
<\|description\|>Ming Shufen The Endless Conversation She's just happy to be there.</s> <\|message\|>Ming Shufen There was little else to do but sit down and listen. Ming did so, keeping her back straight and her hands in her lap like she did when the priests gave her lessons. She listened attentively. When asked to answer, Ming twisted her mouth as she peered up in thought. "Well...umm..." She pushed her hair out from in front of her eye. "I was hoping to have fun in the tournament, but if someone is going to try and ruin it, I'll help stop them. You seem nice, too, so you getting killed would be mean." She looked at her friends. "Should we help?"</s> <\|message\|>Kyra al-Xemestra ~ ❀ ❀ ~ ______________________________________________________________________________________ N a t s u m i ~~~~~~~~ _________ E n c h a n t i n g G e i s h a ------------------- ----------- ___________ ______ ______________________________________________________________________________________Sat with legs crossed, looking about the lavish room more than espousing Elf, Natsumi wondered to himself. Most of this information they had known before they hopped on the boat, more still had come quite soon after. The deaths of former contestants, however, did perk his ear. So to speak. He turned his attention to nobody, staring intently at a fixture on the wall as if it were a figure in his mind, and said, "Doesn't the plot twist sound like the Wu's were behind the killings all along?" He turned, then, to the rest of the group sat comfily about in this miniature palace. "I think that if we want to save our own hide, we don't have much of a choice but to help along. I mean, if we want to win, then that puts us in considerable danger." He sighed to himself, "If only them and I could just have a little chat. I'm sure then they could see that working for us would be a much better use of their time than loathing after a little pally."</s> <\|message\|>Maiko, the Freed Slave Marthysan the Righteous --- "You are welcome to try," Marthysan replied with a chuckle. "I certainly would not mind a reprieve from looking over my shoulder. But I doubt that we would see any long-term changes, even in the best of scenarios." The paladin gave a yawn and stood to his feet, adjusting his tunic. "The night has been long, and there is much to do tomorrow for all of us. You will have to sign into the tournament, and will likely have your first match. Plus, there are the other challenges that you are welcome to attempt." Marthysan looked around at the group that had gathered before him and offered a warm smile. "So, do you accept my offer? If yes, we should retire, but you aren't forced to. If not, I suppose you would like to take this time to find your room from the front desk. Just know that I offer this information freely with no other agenda than I have stated. I swear upon the honor of the Light of the Sword, the Inheritor: Iomedae."</s> <\|message\|>Hanani --- --- The silence that stretched over the group caused Hanani to frown, he was mildly surprised that none of the usually bubbly ones jumped on the chance of a free room and more 'glory'. Letting out a sigh, the Magus brought his hand up and pinched the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache, maybe he did, who knew but him? "I think it's a rather easy choice," he finally said, his tone bored, "We get to pick your brain about the tournaments and get access to a really nice room and all we have to do is keep you alive and fight a bunch of crazies to prove we are better than everyone else here..." He shrugged his shoulders as if the choice was obvious, which it was to him. Who would possibly pass up the opportunity to sleep in such a nice room and get all the information possible about past tournaments that he may know about. Plus, if they had an enemy in plain sight, it would be good to get as much information about them as possible so they could dispatch them quickly. Elven Magus Shadowdancer HP: 113/113 AC: 21 Initiative: +7 Hero Points: 2 Arcane Pool: 9/9 Duration of Spell(s) Left: Prepped Spells: Cantrips - Vicious Mockery - 2 Mage Hand - 2 Open/Close - 1 Light - 1 First Level - Shocking Grasp - 2 Shield - 1 Burning Hands - 2 Corrosive Touch - 1 Second Level - Scorching Ray x2 - 1 Visualization of the body - 1 Aristocratic Nightmare - 1 Fiery Brand - 2 Third Level - Air Geyser - 1 Force Hook - 1</s> <\|message\|>Maiko, the Freed Slave --- Ruby Phoenix Tournament - Day One --- The night passes without incident as the party finds themselves drawn to sleep in some of the most comfortable beds they had ever felt. The morning soon breaks, and it seems as if all of New Harbor wakes before dawn. Even as the dull orange sun creeps slowly over the eastern horizon, the fishermen have already crowded into their boats. They move swiftly, like blackened silhouettes dancing against dawn's watercolor pallet, eerily silent except for the shuffling of ropes and oars, and the caws of their trained cormorants. Marthysan greets the party when they rise, already awake and brewing his morning tea, and tells them they need to get going so they won't be late for the opening exhibition. Finding their way to the Grand Pavilion poses no challenge, who find a steady stream of boats carrying contestants and observers who can afford passage across the bay to the seaside arena, while droves of locals follow the coastal path to the pavilion. The Grand Pavilion and surrounding fairgrounds lie deep within the cove, and feature a massive and elaborate combat arena specifically constructed for the tournament. Scores of colorful tents cram the grounds spreading from the wood almost to the water. A line of spectators stretches from the Grand Pavilion, waiting to enter the arena. Contestants are given priority, and red- and orange-clad monks usher the eclectic collection of warriors and battlemages into the arena to stand before the Emissary. Before they are allowed to enter the Grand Pavilion, however, the party must sign an entrance contract before an Abadaran cleric. On the contract, the PCs must write their team name, and the name of each member of the team. They must also each sign their names to the contests' five simple rules, which are: • The commands of the Emissary and his agents are to be obeyed at all times, and the Emissary's word is final. None shall take violent action against the Emissary or his agents. • No contestant may leave Xielan Island until the conclusion of the tournament for any reason. • Once a round has begun, no contestant may receive any aid, be it magical or mundane, from anyone not participating in the round as a contestant. • Should any contestant yield to a foe and forfeit the battle, failure of other contestants to honor that forfeit will result in immediate disqualification. • No contestant shall loot the body of a fallen foe. • All contestants agree that there shall be no ties; only one team may be named the champions. Once each member signs the entry contract (which is mandatory for participation), monks escort them to the fight stage, where they find many other contestants already assembled, each waiting patiently, and watching performer acrobats entertain the growing crowd as the audience files into the grandstands. In the grandstands, a tenuous hush falls upon the immense and eager crowd. Moments later, the curtains part, revealing the Emissary flanked by the oni Kiang Zhen and the previous Ruby Phoenix Champion, the half-elf paladin Marthysan the Righteous. Behind the Emissary, like motionless statues, stand no less than a dozen qinggong monks—his mystic disciples and bodyguards. As all watch rapt, the Emissary rises and addresses the crowd. "I am Sifu Xho Nuo—Emissary of the Ruby Phoenix Tournament and guardian of the legacy of Hao Jin, the once immortal sorceress in whose name you are gathered here to battle. To honor the Grandmaster's legacy, I stand before you to carry out her final will: the thirty-first decennial Ruby Phoenix Tournament. Without further delay, we begin our first round of the contest. May the worthiest win!" Upon his final words, the crowd erupts into clamorous applause, and the contestants scatter for their respective seats or positions throughout the pavilion. The PCs are escorted by a group of silent usher monks and directed to the center of the fight stage to face their first opponents, the most skilled martial artists of the famed Monastery of the Enduring Spirit in Quain. The party is given a minute to prepare for the combat, at which point the gates will open and the contest shall begin.</s>	<\|message\|>Ming Shufen It was decided. Outside of the bouts of the tournament itself, they had a new mission. Ming was so excited that she thought she would have trouble sleeping. As soon as she was out of her armour and on the futon, however, she felt all her energy get sucked away into the soft surface. She did not realise the sensation until the sunlight peeked in. Ming greeted Marthysan with a bow, a smile, and a quiet good morning. As good as the tea smelled, she swiftly excused herself for her morning prayer. She lit a stick of incense, held her silver locket in both hands, and spoke at barely a whisper to Daikitsu. She thanked her for all the help the day before, hoped she enjoyed the song and the food and all the excitement, and kindly requested her watchful eye for another day. She promised to share some more today. >Spell prep: Just as yesterday except swapping Compel Hostility for Stone Shield, Desecrate for Shard of Chaos, and Savage Maw for Grace. >(This is not at all because Mutton was a dumb-dumb and forgot to buy the material components for Desecrate) By the time Ming stood up from the balcony, she consulted her party for whom to receive a little trick for the tourney today. They knew the procedure by now. Maiko offered, and Ming sat with her for ten minutes to gently chant and wish blessings upon her. Then, abrutly, Ming poked Maiko on the nose. Maiko felt her bones hum for a moment. She was imbued with Daikitsu's favor. >Imbue With Spell Ability cast from domain slot. Maiko may now cast 2x Cure Light Wounds and 1x Grace, each at CL 10. >Maiko has these spells until they are used, or until Ming dismisses the imbue effect. >These imbued spells do not require a divine focus to cast normally, but we'll need to get a spare holy symbol for other spells for future imbuing. The rest of the morning was mainly spent bickering over selecting a team name. Ming had plenty of suggestions to give that were promptly discussed for little to know length of time. 'The Tail Chasers,' 'Hanani's Honeys,' 'The Bun Munchers,' 'Daikitsu's Divas,' 'The Moë Marauders,' and 'The Fruit Foxes' were the highlights from Ming. She wondered how they could make a decision at all if such wonderful titles could be shuffled off on a whim. Nevertheless, they had a muster to attend. They signed in, much to the jumpiness of Ming, making her armour rattle as they were brought to their first bout. "Yesyesyesyes! Let's fight!" She made no effort to hide her teeth as she bounced in place and bestowed boons to the party on the final countdown. >Bless: (Standard action) Each ally gains a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects. This lasts 10 minutes. >Stigmata: (Standard action) Ming takes 1 hp of damage each round as she bleeds from ritual markings. Ming gains a +1 sacred bonus to saves until she stops the stigmata. >Folding Tower Shield: (Move action) The buckler on Ming's arm springs out in extradimensionally hidden surfaces, clacking and clicking into a tall rectangle emblazoned with nine etched fox tails. It's a tower shield now.</s>
<\|description\|>Saeril Hermiaen BASIC Goes By (Nicknames): Maleficent (alter-ego); The Winged She-Elf; She-Devil, Devil's Incarnate (by Thorin); Delva, God-Mother (by Fili & Kili). Royal Titles: Lady of Ambaróna/"Fangorn". Other Titles: First Commander of Isengard, Sauron's Most-Trusted Servant (as Maleficent); The Watcher; Guardian of Durin's Folk. Age: 5,739 (Looks 37-38) Gender: Female Race: Elven Hybrid (Sindarin and Noldor Bloodlines) Other Bloodlines: Silvan and Teleri (Through her grandfather's relatives) 20/20 Elvish (10/20 Sindarin, 6/20 Noldor, 2/20 Silvan, 2/20 Teleri) APPEARANCE Face Claim: Angelina Jolie Hair Color: Medium Brown Eye Color: Yellow-Green (Boldly-luminous when furious/angry) Skin Tone: Creamy Height: 5' 8" Weight: 119 lbs Body Build: Slim Finger Claws: Curved Daggers: Combat Outfit: Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King Wing-Cloak PERSONALITY OVERALL PERSONALITY Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, Ents, Happiness, Animals, Peace, Music, Plant-Life, Training, Flying/Sightseeing, Yearly Seasons. Dislikes: Death, War, Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Maleficent, Orcs, Sorrow. Strengths: Fighting/Combat, Flight, Knowledge, Wisdom, Harsh Temperature Resistance, Protective/Affectionate Nature, Keen Senses, Agility. Other Powers: Wallcrawling, Banshee Scream, Enhanced Strength, Telepathy, Telekinesis. Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Loneliness, Anger, Vindictiveness, Split Personality. Fears: Sauron, Losing Family. Elegant \| Unpredictable \| Capable \| Headstrong \| Mysterious \| Maternal \| Observant \| Intelligent Everyone believed Saeril to be born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. In actuality, Saeril is a good-hearted, nurturing individual, who highly valued the peaceful natures of Middle-Earth, whilst having the passion to support and protect its various realms and inhabitants. Born during the First Age, Saeril is a strong-willed she-elf, and the last of an ancient Elven clan from Fangorn Forest. A very intelligent, loyal-to-the-bone perfectionist, who stays true to her word, she focuses on finding the best intentions for others, to the point of making great judgment calls, as much as willingly risking her life, in the process. From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, having to be caused by the guilt and horror of her cruel and malicious deeds, as well as the amount of pain and trauma she had to endure. After being rescued by Gandalf the Grey, she was left "more Orc than Elf", while her other alter-ego "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of her corruption, still lingers within her mind. However, after Sauron's defeat, this other personality dissipated, giving back her natural Elven beauty. The ultimate goal was to redeem and dissipate this inner darkness from within, but she never anticipated it to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons Fili and Kili, whilst having to closely bond with a young she-elf named Yavanna, whom she had grown to love and deeply care for, as if she were her own daughter. Determined to protect both the Sons of Durin and the Bright Star of Middle-Earth, Saeril will become extremely aggressive and violent, whenever someone threatens, or has inflicted any sort of harm to them; as this contrasts her more-gentle nature, she will be blunt and gladly let the offenders know the price. In addition, since witnessing the death of Fili, she will go to great lengths, if it means to prevent Kili and Yavanna from falling under the same fate. Both as "Maleficent" and herself, Saeril is a ruthless, immensely-formidable warrior in her own right; despite withholding a certain elegance, she's truly a very deadly foe for anyone who'd dare challenge her personally. A vast majority of her strength came from the enchantment Sauron had placed upon her, as well as the supernatural connection he was able to forge between them; even while she was formerly his chief of the Isengard legion, she possessed a number of abilities that have allowed her to stand her own, and even overpower the most skilled of individuals. Due to this connection, she's able to enhance these abilities. She also shows herself to have great telepathic power; either taught or naturally inherited from her parents and/or ancestors, she can read the minds of others, conjure up visions through physical touch, and receive thoughts from a certain distance. Saeril will not hesitate to comfort, guide, or advise others when they seem to need it. Proud, proper, and almost-completely fearless, she will never bow to anyone she disagrees with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of the trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions. BACKGROUND Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest (Also known as Ambaróna). Family: - Kili Durin (Godson; Alive) (Dwarf) - Fili Durin (Godson; Deceased) (Dwarf) - Dis Durin (Co-parent; Alive) (Dwarf) - Vili Durin (Co-parent; Deceased) (Dwarf) - Hermia (Mother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf) - Lysander (Father; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf) - Ulla (Aunt; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf) - Kinloch (Uncle; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf) - Kriva (Grandmother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf) - Disgla (Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan/Teleri Elf) - Fidnai (Great-Grandmother; Deceased) (Teleri Elf) - Sahov (Great-Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan Elf) Other Relations: - Gandalf the Grey/White (Mentor/Friend; Alive) (Maiar) - Thorin Oakenshield (Friend; Deceased) (Dwarf) - Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; Alive) (Man) - Lord Elrond (Acquaintance; Alive) (Half-Elf) - Tauriel (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf) - Haldir (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf) - Gimli (Acquaintance; Alive) (Dwarf) - Thranduil Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf) - Legolas Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf) - Yavanna Undomiel (Friend/Daughter-Figure; Alive) (Elven Hybrid; Mortal/Sindarin/Noldor) - Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrine Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck (Acquaintances/Friends; Alive) (Hobbits) - Azog the Defiler & Bolg (Enemies; Deceased) (Gundabad Orcs)</s> <\|message\|>Saeril Hermiaen Saeril understood Kili's predicament, considering that she knew how hard it was to tell someone that they have lost another who was very dear to them. The pain of loss was very hard, and very difficult to recover from. As traumatic as the event was, it was going to be a very slow recovery. If the young Durin began to blame himself, he could suffer from survivor's guilt. If this keeps up, depression could follow. The elder she-elf lightly squeezed his shoulders in comfort before gently placing them at the sides of his face. "It's going to be alright", she softly told him. "Trust me. Trust us", she gestured to the youngest she-elf. "The death of your brother and uncle were never in vain. Just know, that they have died to protect your homeland, your name, and your family", and those said-events were being replayed in her mind; when Fili told her to flee with Kili, her screech, up to the funeral. And, as she kept her gentle hands on his face, these events were suddenly in a vision for Kili to see. "They fought and died with honor". As soon as the images dissapeared, Saeril used her thumbs to stroke, just below his eyes, to comfort him, and hope that her words were enough to help him, before gently enveloping him in a warm hug to ease him.</s> <\|message\|>Yavanna Nienna Undomiel Kili hated what had happened. He lived. His brother and their dear uncle was gone; died. And there was nothing he could have done to saved either of them. "How...how is it going to be okay?" he breathed out. "Isn't it bad enough, that my mother lost her grand-father, her father, my father...now her only brother and eldest son?!" Kili raised his voice in sad frustration. Looking between them both, he sighed softly. "I do trust both of you, but I don't need either of you speaking for me!" Telling his mother, it was something he had to do himself. Not Yavanna, Not Saeril. But himself. "I won't say a word, unless you want me to." Yavanna promised Kili. She knew where he was coming from. If she was in his situation, she wouldn't want him or Saeril to handle the matter for her; no matter how hard it was. Hearing Saeril, Yavanna sighed softly. "Saeril is right, Fili...and Th..Thorin might be gone. But they will never be forgotten." It was hard to say both names of the fallen Dwarves, right now. Seeing how Yavanna considered them family and dear friends. But she could not change what had happened. Things always happened for a reason. Including the deaths of loved one's. When Saeril touched the side of his face...Kili could see visions. Images of Fili asking their god-mother to defend him, no matter what. Kili stumbled away a little,with tears in his eyes. When she hugged him, Kili stiffened for a moment, before he pulled back "I need...just leave me alone...both of you." he said. He needed time to think alone, what he would say to his mother and needed some space.</s> <\|message\|>Saeril Hermiaen Looking at Yavanna, Saeril could only display what seems to be a mix of sadness and worry in her eyes, specifically for the young dwarf. In some ways, Kili was right; they couldn't solve the problem for him, nor do anything about it. "We don't intend to speak for you, Young Durin!", there was sternness and slight condenscending in her voice, as she countered Kili's words. As soon as the princess made her vow, Saeril's voice softened once again. "You have our word", and she meant it. The elder knew she was only trying to help Kili, but it was then that she realized herself making it his situation even worse. For him to push away, Saeril stood back up to her full height, from where she kneeled down. As much as she didn't want him to leave her sight, the Elven guardian knew she can't prevent him from making his own decisions. Except for the ones that would easily get him into trouble, or result in something much worse. If he desired to be left alone, this was going to be the one occassion where she would ever comply on such a wish. Saeril felt her efforts to be futile as she tried to help Kili mentally, and emotionally, recover from the events of battle. After having to sigh sadly to herself, that dull ache was back in her head, causing the elder to wince quietly.</s> <\|message\|>Yavanna Nienna Undomiel It seemed like both of the she-elves felt the same amount of worry and concern for young Kili. Yavanna wasn't sure, who felt it more. Herself or Saeril as they both adored Kili in different ways. But at the same time, Kili was a young adult whom could make his own decisions so they had to respect that. Yavanna watched as Kili wandered away from the both of them; not looking behind to see the worried facial expressions on their faces as he left. From the corner of her eyes; Yavanna couldn't help but notice Saeril flinch. Again. "Are you okay?" she asked her softly. "And do not tell me, it's nothing...it's not the first time, I've seen you wince at something...like something hurts you." Yavanna told her gently. Looking at her with a slight raised eyebrow.</s>	<\|message\|>Saeril Hermiaen Saeril closed her eyes for a brief moment, and took a breath, having to mentally will the pain to go away in such quick time. She heard Yavanna's words and, releasing that same breath, the elder slowly opened her eyes, having to look at the ground, as she mentally sorted through a choice of words that she could say. "I'm sensing...", she began. "...something dark", she didn't want to cover up the whole truth, but for their behalf, it would be better if she told at least half of it. She couldn't tell them of her former alliance, because, well, she might expect fear and tremendous amounts of confusion. Even though they weren't necessarily hers, she loved them both, as if they were her own children; a daughter and a son. The last thing Saeril wanted, was to see disbelief, if they ever found out what she was subjected to. "Something stirs".</s>
<\|description\|>Gilles Laurent Age: 23 Appearance: A dark skinned, tall, pigeon-chested man with a gawky build, Gilles seems to fit the description of your stereotypical nerd quite easily, especially when paired with his braces and ridiculously thick glasses. His head is square-ish, and the hair on said head is twisted back into simple dreadlocks which hang down to his shoulders in no specific pattern or style, while his facial hair is mostly untidy stubble. Decked out in a simple (and slightly worn out) blue hoodie, gray sweatpants, and brown running shoes which were, once upon a time, white, one might think that he may be the atheletic sort despite his nerdy appearance and build - not that you can tell much under the clothes- but rest assured, this is not the case. Other: -He's got quite the knack with technology -100% Certified Manchild -College drop-out -Works as a a freelance computer and system repair man and as a vlogger -Originates from Belgium; speaks French and limited Flemmish -Terrified of most every kind of creepy crawly -Naturally curious and not afraid to stick his nose where it doesn't belong -Wanted to take up acting before -Fascinated by the gems and expresses it in a way akin to a six year gushing over their favourite super hero</s> <\|message\|>White Spinel or just Spinel Spinel listened closely to both Aquamarine's and Bloodstone's words. She was taken aback by how emotional Aquamarine got. Wha... what? Did she really care about anything they were talking about? For the most part not really, but it occurred to her that she did have some interest in hearing what she was created for. Having that one question answered would shed light on nearly everything that had been confusing her until this point. Nobody else seemed eager to ask any questions yet, and they seemed even less eager to be level-headed about this. "Why was I made?" she asked. Her expression was impossible to read, but her voice sounded apprehensive.</s> <\|message\|>Sodalite Sodalite agreed with Emerald and only nodded. Now, her stance on who to join was cemented. Bloodstone was wrong about a single thing, though. The war was not over. Homeworld was still going to suck Earth dry of its resources. As long as they would keep trying to do that, then she would keep fighting. That was her truth. She took a glance at Spinel, thinking pensively about her question. He was silent for a moment, looking for the right words. "We were made for war." She answered her question. That was what she believed the core of it would be. She knew that if Homeworld hadn't lost so many years ago, all of them would be serving to do the same thing to other planets that they were trying to do to Earth. They might have had their own lives of sorts, but they would be loyal to homeworld, killing off planets to make more gems to kill off more planets and so forth. That was not a life she wanted to live.</s> <\|message\|>Black Zircon Zircon opened her mouth to finally ask a question but then she heard a voice that made her react by standing up quickly facing towards him and put her right hand by her left side near her gem slightly hiding behind her jacket as if about to pull out a weapon. She also had one foot slightly back. Although, Zircon doesn't know if she could even get a weapon out right now. Let alone what weapon it would be. However she remained still in that stance trying to look on guard, maybe even confident. Apparently, this is Bloodstone. By the way Zircon reacted, just Bloodstone's voice sounded manipulative. Zircon couldn't find the better words to describe it, but suspicious is one of them for now. Zircon was annoyed at the situation but her expression remained calm and serious. As Bloodstone talked, Zircon made a slight glare at him back and forth while listening to the words being exchanged. She glances from Bloodstone, to Aquamarine, to Emerald, to Spinel, and to anyone who spoke words. She then looked to Sodalite who responded to Spinel's question, and then slowly looked back to Bloodstone, "That much is obvious," Zircon spoke in a half-monotone voice. "But honestly, that's the only reason. Am I right?" Zircon wanted to make sure if that's really the only reason they were all made. Internally, Zircon was leaning more towards one guess. But eh, you never know.</s> <\|message\|>BloodStone "No, not at all. None of you were ever meant to be soldiers, sure some of you were given extensive fighting capabilities but that was more of a just in case. You were made because the gem population is depleting, our planet is thriving but their are none of the correct resources are available to make new gems, but Earth has an abundance and could easily refertilize the land we killed. We don't want war machines, we want citizens that will keep the gem population going and may find a permanent solution one day. I chose to fight against this planet because I didn't want to see my people die out and Aqua felt the same way at some point but she decided to screw over her kind." Bloodstone looked at the three that had spoken up in turn, "You were made to help our race survive in whatever way you choose even if it doesn't include taking over planets, that was my choice but it doesn't have to be yours, no you were not made for war, you can be so much more than soldiers if it's what you want, and yes you were made for more, lots more, you have infinite possibilities as long as you don't kill a massive amount of your own kind like the woman standing before you, she slaughtered thousands that were simply following my orders and nothing more. We never outwardly attacked the rebels either, they attacked our stations and we defended until about 1000 years before the end of the war which is when I have up on the rebels and decided to truly fight back." Bloodstone looked towards Aquamarine, "If it was between any of you or humans, I would pick my own kind but Aqua here has already shown who she would choose."</s> <\|message\|>Emerald Emerald glared at Bloodstone. Everything this guy said sounded like absolute bullshit. And judging from the way the Kindergarten looked, it seemed like it had been "easily refertilized" in about....never. He honestly doubted if they could heal the land, and he knew that they wouldn't if they could. Not while any humans were alive. Also, he heavily doubted the attacking stations thing. How do you attack a station that you live in? Emerald really hated this guy and turned to Aquamarine. "Can we kill him? Everything he says sounds altered, exaggerated, or just plain made-up. He tried to shoot us with a giant death laser eye after trying to capture us, asks us to join 20 minutes after that, and tries to make it seem like we're the bad guys. It's REALLY ANNOYING!" Emerald turned back to Bloodstone and gave him the death stare.</s> <\|message\|>Aquamarine "Re-fertilize? How was the Earth suppose to do that with Homeworld placing the gem deep underground where they had to suck in all the abundant resources and nutrition? There are thousands upon thousands of holes in the Kindergarten and more than one on Earth so think how much of the Earth was being destroy at one moment. All the life here on Earth gets the nutrients from the ground to thrive and continue! You are contradicting yourself with the gem population being depleted when we have many gem controlled planets that were functioning. We were doing just fine and the gems that were being made here were not normal almost all the time. The more the Kindergarten ran, the more the gems became corrupted and unable to form normal bodies or even think straight. What kind of life is that for them? What infinite possibilities were those gems given?! I saw what was happening and decided to take a stand. You forget that thousands of gems chose Rose's side too and you slaughtered just as many as me. I tried not to fight you and I got cut down because of it. We were on defense by asking you to leave or see to any sort of reason. Blame your rulers for not listen to Rose! The Kindergarten was destroyed by the gems made there. I choose a gem side to, I just decided to also protect a humans while they were just starting out life on a planet that belonged to them." Aquamarine shot back, standing her ground. She side glanced to Emerald, knowing how he felt in this current moment but even if they all came at him, Bloodstone would still win. He would be stronger than the past and she didn't know how much so anymore."That would not be wise to do Emerald though I know for your frustration.I don't condone killing him when he has not attacked."</s> <\|message\|>Gilles Laurent "Emerald. Please. Let him talk. He's caused us a bit of trouble, yes, and I'm sure we're all taking his words with a little more than just one grain of salt -I know I certainly am, and I'm sure Bloodstone knows it too- but he's not doing anything to hurt us right now. There is no reason for us to attack in any manner, never mind go as far as to kill." Evenkite shot a glare at Emerald, the first time she had looked up at anybody ever since Bloodstone had arrived. The little gem seemed to have simply shrunken away once Bloodstone had appeared, as if she simply did not want to be there anymore, but now she was making her presence well known. "Kill him," she continued, "Kill him? If I didn't know any better, I'd say that if anyone here was made for war, it was you. That's a little extreme, don't you think? Granted, not like the two of you," she paused to look at both Aquamarine and Bloodstone, "Have been much better, from the sound of it, anyways, but nonetheless." Despite all the questions she wanted to ask -and it probably showed on her face- this was all she had said during the entire time, having backed away from the group as if mentally isolating herself wasn't enough to keep her thoughts in check. The whole ordeal had been sudden and more than enough to make Evenkite feel conflicted, especially with all the emotions flying around. More so than ever did she wish she could just not have anything to do with any of these gems, and she quite frankly was debating to simply leave and see how long she could go without being found. However, curiosity kept her sticking around.</s> <\|message\|>BloodStone "Aqua, you never knew what was truly going on. Gems, understand that what I tell you is no lie. I have been calm and have been trying to explain myself while still teaching you of yourselves. What has Aqua done to teach about your past or her own. She's angered because she knows that I'm right, Home-World was on the defense, that's why I fought and killed, she was attacking blindly at our bases of operations, that's why she killed. I'm not trying to win you over to my side just yet but I'm trying to give you the facts to make a choice that you can stick to, even if I don't like it." Bloodstone looked down at the little one with the big attitude, "Even after my outburst earlier you still stuck up for me, I respect that. Is there anything I can answer for you?"</s> <\|message\|>Emerald Emerald glared back at Bloodstone, a dark green angry blush forming. "She might've tried to tell us about ourselves if we had had any free time since we knew each other! Ever since we met, no, ever since we've existed, we've either been fighting spider robots or running away from spider robots or getting blasted by a giant eyeball, all of which you probably sent after us! You're the reason for something you're trying to use against us!" Emerald was shouting at this point, and pulled back to compose himself. He realized he had used the word "us", and realized he had begun thinking of them not as a bunch of random individuals, but a group. A team. Something that this "Bloodstone" had inadvertantly made, just by trying to capture them. He didn't think anyone would sway so easily towards his side, not after what he had put them through. As of now, 100% of the new ones' lives had been dealing with this one guy and the problems he brought. It seemed unlikely that anybody would join him to Emerald.</s> <\|message\|>Sodalite Soadlite was not on the side of outright killing Bloodstone, but she did want justice. Emerald was right. He was most likely the one who had sent the eye and the robots after them, with the intent to kill them, and she was not going to let that go without consequence. Evenkite was also right. While he certainly had earned the right to be attacked on sigh, Bloodstone was currently doing nothing in terms of violence. He was simply talking to them, and while he did threaten Evenkite earlier, he had done no direct, physical harm to them. Evenkite's hair was cut, but that was debatable in terms on harm. Neither of the two gems were truly evil or good, Sodalite had come to the conclusion. Both of them had killed several of their own kind in the name for what they believed in. Bloodstone wanted the prosperity of the Gems, at the expense of other worlds. Aquamarine wanted for the Gems to be stopped, so that no more planets would be run dry from the kindergartens. They saw themselves as the hero in the situation, and while she did understand that, Sodalite continued to side with the one who had been guiding her since her awakening into the world. "Let them speak, Emerald." Sodalite spoke up finally. They were the heroes of their own stories, but history was written by the victors, and overlooked by the survivors. They saw the other as the evil, letting outsiders and newcomers like the group of Gems decide who they personally saw as the hero.</s>	<\|message\|>Gilles Laurent Standing up? For him? It took a great amount of effort to keep herself from laughing at the thought that this gem honestly believed she was sticking up for him. Other than a half-strangled snicker, she was doing a relatively good job, keeping her expression as passive as she could. "Don't get the wrong idea, Bloodstone, sir. I am not speaking up for you, or her," she paused, gesturing to Aquamarine, "Or anyone else, for that matter. I am speaking up for common sense. If such a thing can even exist within such an argument. " She refused to answer his question, because though she did indeed have many, she didn't want to further fuel any more of this argument. The whole argument seemed pointless to her: Neither sides were willing to consider the other side and simply thought of themselves as right, and quite frankly Evenkite wished to take no part of it. Besides, said questions were becoming jumbled up into an unintelligible mess, to the point in which Evenkite wasn't quite sure what it was she was trying to ask, or where to even begin. She was getting a headache, and now questioning whether it was worth -and even slightly regretting- speaking up at all. Hopefully if she stayed quiet for long enough, attention would be brought off her, and she could leave if need be. You know they'll find you if you leave, right? If not Bloodstone, then Aquamarine. At least you won't have to listen to this anymore? Whatever the case. Stick around a little longer. Wait it out. Maybe something interesting will come up. And if not, leave.</s>
<\|description\|>Name Vallyn Desp'Ana Age: 23 Civil clothes: Thief Clothing (see bottom) Thief clothes: He tends to wear leather armor lined with chainmail and a long dark cloak. He also tends to wear a long red scarf. Weapon: Long sword Tools: Lockpicking tools, daggers, razor wire Bio: TBR Not important info: Swift and acrobatic, excellent with a sword and dagger, natural pickpocket, and incredibly stealthy.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia (No one knows her last name) "Welcome back" Nadia smiled at the people that just got back. "How was the hunting?" She asked, taking out a cookie from somewhere on her and eating it.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "We got a Doe and set some traps for smaller animals. we also bagged some poachers."Chloe said grabbing a small loaf of bread from her pack. she broke a piece of and ate it. she pulled down her hood allowing her hair to flow free. "where'd you get the loot?" she asked</s> <\|message\|>Nadia (No one knows her last name) "Took them from a house. It's enough for today's work I guess, seeing that there was a ruckus. It was a good distraction but if too many things are stolen the king would notice" Nadia said, munching her cookie and looking at the new person. "You're new. Want a cookie?" she asked, holding out a cookie to Chloe "Took them from a house. It's enough for today's work I guess, seeing that there was a ruckus. It was a good distraction but if too many things are stolen the king would notice" Nadia said, munching her cookie and looking at the new person. "You're new. Want a cookie?" she asked, holding out a cookie to Chloe</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters Chloe leaned over and took the cookie from the girl. "Thanks, Im Chloe By the way. ive got some bread left it you want some?"</s> <\|message\|>Nadia (No one knows her last name) "Im Nadia" she beamed. "It's alright, you should eat it. Get more energy" she smiled</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze Nirayane smiled wryly to the two before straying off to a chair next to the crackling, warm hearth and sat beside it removing her fur cloak. Nadia, she was always a friendly face, quite possibly the youngest of the guild, a smile that could warm the heart of even an ice giant. It made the elf giggle on the inside, seeing her share her cookies with the newblood, but then came Dmitri swooping in and yanking it from her hand. Nira hissed at the hawk and tapped his head firmly making him release the cookie from his sharp beak. Don't you be stealing from her you cheeky bird!</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "Nice to meet you." she said i biting into the bread again. she placed her bow in her lap and began to study the bow, it was expertly crafted. Nira must have had years of practice for it to this good</s> <\|message\|>Nadia (No one knows her last name) "Ah, don't be mad at him" Nadia said, looking at Nirayane. "He's more than welcome to have some cookies" she said with a smile. "Do you want some Nirayane?" she asked, tilting her head and holding out a few more cookies</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze Cantankerous as ever the hawk screeched at her, but Nira just rolled her eyes again at the cheeky bird, carving a slender chunk of raw venison from the slab and feeding it to him while he was perched on her shoulder. Her mind seemed to trail as she sat alone, gazing softly into the demure glow of the fire bathing her in comfort. She thought back to those days, raiding villages with the Black-Horns, ruling over the most feared bandit tribe in the Empire....and of course...him, the orc war chief...her king...her beloved... She sighed, wrapping her cloak around her once more and leaning back in her chair, a distant frown finding its way to her face. Yet halfheartedly she smiled again and shook her head at Nadia's offer, as sweet as it was.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "hey, Nira you ok. you look sad." Chloe said looking at Nira. she wondered for a moment why she had yet talked to her.</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze Nirayane sighed to herself once more while staring at the flames undulating from the fireplace, so entranced in her distant memories that she hardly could have noticed Chloe standing next to her, at least until she inquired about the elf's well-being. Nira glanced up at her, a tinge of lament still in her eyes, yet softly she smiled and shook her head. She motioned to the chair next to her, in a way asking if Chloe would like to sit near the fire.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "thanks. anything i can help with?" She said taking a seat. She looked at nira, Something about her, the way she acted made her warm inside and smile. Something she had not experienced in a long time. Nira was her only real friend at the moment within the guild along with Nadia, She just seemed to feel a connection to her, similar to earlier when she was out hunting. She just felt..happy when she was near</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze The elven woman looked to Chloe and simply shook her head, though in a considerable manner to show gratitude for her concern. She turned to the fire again tossing a handful of kindling in to keep it stoked. It was always cold in the guild hall anyways, at least to her. How quaint she felt so warm though, and she was sure it wasn't the hearth. The girl, Nira had only met her just this day, but just like that they were friends. Chloe was a brilliant hunter and her skill with a bow, remarkable. But there was...something else that drew the elf towards her besides fascination. But what exactly?</s> <\|message\|>Simbad Simbad shook himself out of his stupor. He should really pay more attention to his surroundings, if he did that anywhere else he likely would've been killed or worse expelled. He turned to face the pair that had brought in the meat and moved over to sit by them. Simbad normally wasn't terribly social but for some reason he felt a need to strike up a conversation. "Hello there, heard you two had a little adventure while looking for dinner." he said attempting to break the ice.</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze In a gentle trance was the elf, somewhat incurred by the presence of Chloe, how quaint it felt. Yet Nirayane broke from it turning towards the male speaking to her and the girl beside her. Simbad, a regal looking fellow with a patch over his right eye, Nirayane wondering how he may have lost it, either in battle or some...unfortunate event in his lifetime. Surprising one of these few thieves haven't lost a limb or something more precious in value. Twas a rough and arduous line of work not without its tribulations, but indeed it was rewarding....if by rewarding meaning seeing the meek and the downtrodden graciously given to. She knew of Simbad for some time, and always he struck the elf as mysterious clouding his past, but then again she wasn't much of an open book either. She nodded to the male and pointed to the burlap sack of venison, the bottom coated in salt to keep them fresh. Of course, it would be up to the hunter to cook. Without a word, Nira excused herself from the two and made her way over to the table where she first laid the pouch full of meat, still bloody and not a single hint of rot in it. She sighed skewering the meat onto a spit and then carrying it over to the fire. In the instant the flames began licking at the slabs of raw deer meat, the intoxicating aroma overtook the stench of the sewer.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia (No one knows her last name) Nadia yawned slightly, feeling rather sleepy. It had been a long day and perhaps she should get some rest. "Hotarubi, I'm going to go and rest up now" she said with a lazy smile and stopped her from playing with her hair. She hadn't really have an actual meal yet but she didn't really have an appetite. "Goodnight everyone, Nira, Chloe, Simbad, Hotarubi" she said and walked off towards a couch, dragging a blanket there and lying down on it, closing her eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "Night Nadia" Chloe called after the girl. Nira had gone off to prepare the food they had earlier killed leaving her with the man who had approached them. "Hi, im Chloe. im new here" she said her hand outstretched</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze Nira turned the spit every once in a while, making sure one side wasn't cooked more than the other or burnt, trying to distract herself from the ever pleasant aroma of venison roasted on the fire, mainly because she hadn't eaten in days. With a gentle nod she bid the young Nadia goodnight and gave a smile to Chloe as well. After a few minutes or so, the meat was finished roasting, and carefully Nirayane lifted the slabs from the fire, carving them into slices alongside some potatoes and carrots she roasted as well. Always the hunter's job to cook, but Nira was used to it. Plating the meat and vegetables, she set them about the table and signaled to the others with a whistle that dinner was served. Poor Nadia. A shame she already retired for the evening. The least the elf could do for her young companion was set her a plate aside for when she awoke. Hopefully that red-tailed sneak-thief wouldn't swoop in and grab it or Nira would have to clip his wings, that or let Dmitri get so fat he couldn't fly anymore. Her eyes turned to the hawk, still perched atop the elf's chair, even after she left, his beady yellow eyes gawking at Simbad's eyepatch as he tilted his head and ruffled his wings a little.</s> <\|message\|>Simbad Simbad turned to face the new girl and shook her hand with a firm grip as the elf hunter left to cook the meat. "I'm not much of a veteran here either to be honest but a month or two of experience goes a way for you i suppose. I would ask what brings you here but everyone has a story and its their choice to tell." He glanced back at the Elf when she whistled showing that the food was ready. The meat looked wonderful a testament to the hunters experience in cooking. He quickly grabbed a plate and loaded up on the delicious looking food. Simbad nodded his thanks to Nirayane, the Elf had always interested him, it was incredible to see how she got by in such a tough world while being entirely unable to talk. He pondered what he would do without the ability to talk as he set to eating the meal. Simbad frowned at the bird noticing it glancing at his eye-patch, from what he had seen the bird grabbed anything it was interested in and he had no intention of losing his eye-patch to the creature, he decided he would just watch it carefully.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters Hearing the whistle Chloe turned her head to see a large table filled with food. She stood up and began to make her way over to the table. the food looked perfect. How was she so good at cooking she though lifting a slice of the meat onto her plate. even the vegetables, which she loathed, looked tasty.</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze The huntress smiled as she saw the others enjoying her food and cut away a small sliver from the venison on her plate with her knife, popping the morsel into her mouth and savoring the sweet, earthy flavor of nature's bounty. To her, especially seeing everyone at the table eating, drinking and merrymaking, it felt more this band of rebel-rousers known as the Thieves Guild were more akin to a happy, yet dysfunctional family, similar in many aspects to a family of her past life. She could hear them again, the clanking of tankards filled to the brim with mead, the hearty laughter over a few bawdy, raunchy jokes passed around along with a shanty or two sung by haggard drunks passionately....and the voice, the gruff yet gentle song of Torvald Stone-Hide. The guild was her home now, yet her heart ached for the days of a brigand. As she drank of her ale and took another bite of venison into her jaws, she happened to notice that nosy hawk of hers eyeing Simbad's eyepatch, only expecting for the cheeky bird to take flight again with it in his talons. Damn thing, he was always grabbing whatever, maybe for a jest or just natural curiosity. There was one time Hotarubi returned with an amulet she pilfered off a merchant, a very beautiful bauble with a lovely, center-cut diamond encased in purest silver, but then Dmitri caught shine of it and away he was with the amulet in his beak, unfortunately dropping it in those filthy sewer waters. It took Nira all night just to find the thing, and when she did, she and the amulet reeked with filth. They would have been lucky to get a few coins for it at the fence. To dissuade the red-tail from any mischief, she glared over to Dmitri and shook her head. He got the message clearly and instead of making off with Simbad's patch, the bird instead flew over to the couch little Nadia was sleeping on and landed, covering his head with his wings and going to sleep himself. Nirayane then turned to Chloe, giggling on the inside. She was a woman, mature indeed, yet she acted as if a child pushing her vegetables aside.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "Nira, where did you learn to cook like this. its really good." she asked the elf curious to what her secret was. the food was a lot different to what she had been used to. for starters it was warm and you could actually taste the meat</s>	<\|message\|>Name Vallyn Desp'Ana Vallyn kept silent when the guild began to pile up, tossing eleven of the twelve coin purses onto the table. He left the room, leaving the sewers, wrapping his cloak tightly about him with the cowl pulled low. The shadows of his hood hid most of his face, giving him a somewhat intimidating presence. It didn't take him long to reach his destination, either, only a couple of blocks of wandering to the local tavern. He walked in and closed the door, not paying any mind to the action nor to the curious glares of its hardened folk. Eventually, there was an eruption of welcome. "Vallyn! 'Bout time you came!" The patrons cried, save for the new, burly looking man. Vallyn raised a hand, solemnly walking towards the bar. He dropped three gold piece onto the bar. "Mead and mutton. This should be enough to pay whatever is put on my tab, plus tip." The young man told the barkeep, who, upon looking at the money, nodded with a big smile on her plump face. The woman went about, bringing him the mead and running to the kitchen to prepare his meal.</s>
<\|description\|>Denise "Thunder child" Le Rouge Age: 32 Race: Half-Succubus, half-human Appearance: Her eyes have an unnatural look to them. Her pupils are tiny in their normal state but expands to cover up to half of her eyes when she gets excited about something. Her hair is fiery red but is most often covered with soot, oil or other impurities when she buries herself in work. She has an eerie appearance due to how she dresses and looks and thus most avoid her. There aren't too many who can look at her face for too long without feeling uncomfortable. Probably due to how she looks at people. She looks at them like they're food, or subjects to study or play around with. She carries herself with a light, playful demeanor, almost skipping forwards as she walks. Attire: Her armour is another quite distinguishing feature about Denise. While it doesn't offer the best protection in her abdomen area the rest of her body is quite protected by the armour. Encrusted with runes and gems which offer protection way beyond what the leather and metal ever could do. She has intentionally given it a daemonic appearance to scare off people who might make a fuss around her shop or around her person. Besides, she isn't too fond of people to start with. As for her clothing, the rare times she is not wearing her armour....is nothing or a red, silken nightgown in general, sometimes other thin fabrics that feels nice to the touch. Bio: Denise doesn't know who either of her parents are. All she knows about them is that both of them are dead. Her father was killed in an expedition into the wastes while her mother was captured, and bred. A daemon with an interest into mortals was conducting an experiment to see if it was possible to cross-breed. Indeed it was, and Denise was born, or Azaerielle as she was named by the daemon. Her mother though did not survive the birth as it tore her apart, her life feeding Denise. Azerixar, as the daemon was named took her into his care. Teaching her how to use magic, carve runes and use her daemonic powers. The daemon kidnapped more women and bred them, creating a total of five additional children, for reasons unknown. He treated them with love and care along with protecting them against the dangers of the world until they were old enough to care for themselves. However after a couple of years he demanded that the children would fight each other until just one remained or they would all be destroyed. Denise was one of the first that took action, running a fanged hand through her sibling's heart. As she did one of the gem's on her armour lit up. After the first kill she was filled with an unnatural bloodthirst as she descended upon her siblings. One of her brother's had already claimed one before she took his life, causing two more gems to light up. In the end there was Denise and one of her sister's still standing. Both of them were covered in wounds from the fierce fighting. They launched against each other and fought hard and long, but in the end her sister was laying on the ground, bleeding out. Just when she was going to deal the killing blow their father intervened and transferred the glowing gem from the defeated to the victor. He then started carving runes into Denise sister's body. Slowly the girl started changing, growing in size, turning into stone. Soon after the body coursed with red, infernal energies as it was brought into life. Her father turned towards Denise. He told her to go into the world of the mortals. Live with them, study them, if possible breed with them. She had accepted before her father added that her sister, the newly created golem would follow as her guard and that she was not to return without accomplishing her tasks. Denise however, had no intention of ever returning. Instead when she made it to Nethren port she set up shop there. She took over a workshop from some old man and made it her own and started working on her own experiments. Unlike her father though, her own was based around magitek devices and runes. She gained her nickname when she blew up a nearby hill when she was trying out a new device that was launched from a catapult. Mostly because she had been jumping around like a little child when it tore the hill apart with a thunderous crack. Nowadays she mostly makes different devices for daemon hunters and other adventurers. Everything from a rune encrusted musket to high-explosive bullets, to a tea maker. Her plans are to get filthy rich from the civil war in Abbaden, selling weapons to both sides if possible. But who knows, things might change. Personality and Aspirations: Denise is a bit of a special child. The experience of killing her own siblings has turned a few screws..a bit more loose. She takes delight in explosions and mayham, but she's not the kind to just randomly blow things up. However she'll never say no when someone asks her to. She is somewhere between a childish mind and a devil's. She can be jumping around all happily while blowing people up. Fuzz over small things, but then be very mature about other things. Perhaps she just wants to see the world go boom? Inventory: * Rune carving tools. * Blacksmith tools. A simple anvil, hammer, bucket, pliers, normal stuff. * Essential supplies, including a waterskin, tent, bedroll, ect * Helvyra, her trusty golem which carries most of her things, and most often Denise is riding somewhere on the golem. The golem has a big backpack and a 'saddle' on it's back and shoulders for carrying things. The golem itself is not too remarkable. It's what you'd expect from a golem. It's very strong and sturdy. It has the capability to shoot firebolts with it's mouth. The thing that makes it special though is that it'll keep reviving, no matter how much you seem to kill it. As long as the soul gem remains intact, it'll keep coming back. Skills: Combat skills: While she doesn't use any weapons part from the claws on her armour she knows quite well how to make good use of them. While relying on long range magic to fight but when they close in she uses a mixture of claw attacks along with magical attacks and the support of her golem to come out ahead. Thusly she is mostly trained in agility and hit and run strikes. Infernal magic: Her daemonic roots gives her plentiful control over the infernal magics of her people. This mostly manifests in the ability to use and control fire and darkness but also in mind manipulative spells like seduction or horror. These spells are but suggestions at her current power. Seeming more attractive or alluring, making people feel more calm around her. Or make herself look like a nightmare to give the children a good scare. Along with a rare power to manipulate souls and drain essence from her succubus heritage. Denise can drain life-force from living things by touching them. A quicker way is by kissing, or very quickly by getting intimate. The poor soul of her victim can either be used to feed Denise and heal her of wounds, or can be stored in gems that she carries. These souls can be used to empower her magic or feed them to herself, or Helvyra to unlock more and more powers, or so her father said at least. Runecrafting: The ability to craft runes into items, and people. Most of her designs revolve around making things go boom or help things go boom. Like improving the power of a cannon to shoot flaming projectiles, or exploding ones. She can do more 'mundane' carvings as well, but she considers those to be quite boring. She knows the 'forbidden' art of carving souls into the runes, empowering and making the runes more stable. Or if the victim is alive, create a minor golem. She is by far not able to create another golem like Helvyra, hers deteriorate quite quickly. Languages: Barazhad (language of daemons), Abbalic and Neath-scratch Current Location: On her way to Falke, a day or so away.</s> <\|message\|>Chambala Falke – East Shopping District "Sounds curious and I'm actually always open for curious ideas and knowledge." Chambala replied with a smile, listening to her new friend's brief explanation of things. Granted the huntress wasn't the most knowledgeable on the greater intricate workings of physics and magics, but she had a rather unique understanding of the way magic worked non the less. Otherwise she wouldn't have had developed her own brand of what she had heard some people refer as primitive rune Enchanting. It followed some of hte same basic laws as the normally thought way of doing it, but the fine workings behind hers were somewhat different. Focused less on agressive alterations and more on almost natural movement of forces and growth in nature. Such as her flame trinkets. They didn't cause fire to appear out of nowhere, they simply caused the wood or bone to ignite into fire. Granted she was experimenting with more agressive forms of enchanting also. "Hmmm back then I didn't dress like I do now, you know." Chambala stated with a smirk." I used to dress like normal girls at my age at hte time, which made others thing of me as defenseless girl that's easy pray. Nowdays those same people avoid me from miles." She stated proudly indeed." My clothing reveals skin a lot, this is true, but I personally do not care what others think of it anymore. I like it, after living in the forest for so long, dressing like this had turned into a second nature. It's also surprisingly beneficial also I even learned how to fight with arms and legs only from a four legged stance." She stated proudly, showing her clawed fur, bone adn steel gountlets and boots." Took me a long while to get the style down, but I can now freely fight pretty much every normal beast in the forest with these alone." "Alright, going to return in a moment, would you mind keeping an eye on my spear until I return?" She asked, leaning the spear on the wall nearby and entering the tavern post haste. The inside was roudy and noisy, whispers started as soon as the fur clad woman entered the tavern. She walked past the tavern keeper who's hand slipped under the counter as she passed and got to the second floor with two simple hops across the stairs. Entering into her room, she noticed a certain noise from the wardrobe kind of furniture nearby. Whomever it was, was pulling efforts to be very quiet, but she noticed it. With a calm, but fast movement she moved over to her big bags, noticing the things inside were moved about and rearranged, proof that someone else beside her was rummaging inside. She Sighed, quickly threw the two bags, one across each of her shoulders, their straps forming an X on her chest, with her smaller bag now being exactly between the two bigger ones, at the middle of her waist. As she was about to leave the room, the door of the wardrobe was being opened. Someone was tryign to ambush her, probably a theif, but she didn't allow him to, she kicked the door with nearly all her leg strength, causing the attacker to be slammed back inside with painful groans. Some people never learned. Afterwards she left the room, walked down the stairs and threw the key on the counter." Next year the same time." She stated to the tavernkeep and exited to see Rebecca again and her trusty spear. "Alright we can leave now." She said, reaching and taking her weapon.</s> <\|message\|>Tirñea Escaron [Tirñea] As the cart began to depart, Tirñea held her staff close to the smaller striking end in order to be able to reach the ground from where she sat. One smack as the cart began moving, another after the cart had travelled a dozen feet or so, and one more for good measure after the cart gained some momentum. Sierpe understood, the wurm following deeper underground and away from the road where his tunneling wouldn't be too disruptive. The effort to keep up with the cart was noticeable in what stray thoughts would reach Tirñea, the underground of this land apparently 'uncomfortable' in how different it was to the sands of Piñura. Tirñea returned her own thoughts, claiming it just needed some getting used to, and received thoughts of a slight hunger building. Sierpe hadn't eaten properly since they'd boarded the cargo ship, and that had been a little more than a week ago. Normally he could go a little longer than that without eating anything, but the extra exertion of this new terrain might be causing him to focus more on such things. Her train of thought disrupted by Veronica breaking the silence of their ride, Tirñea pulled her staff away from where it hung low to the ground and let it rest beside her with one hand on it keep from it falling. "A, uh, spell?" Tirñea replied, unfamiliar with the term. She thought about it for a moment, recalling how other people had reacted to the way she struck the earth before this, all of them assuming it was some sort of earth weaving magic. It was an effective lie, Sierpe pushing the sand up sometimes looking like magic. "A spell is to mean incantation, yes? Then yes, a spell, for uh... good fortune to follow," Tirñea continued, deciding the best lie was one that was partially true. Sierpe wasn't a good luck charm, but his protection certainly was as beneficial as one could be.</s>	<\|message\|>Denise "Thunder child" Le Rouge "Oh really?" Denise asked with an amused expression. "I guess you like the sight of blood. Don't worry. Where we are going there is going to be plenty of that commodity." She was quite sure of that fact. Even Denise could not cross that forsaken place without spilling quite a bit of blood. Both human and daemon, neither side was very forgiving. It didn't matter though as Denise walked the streets until she found a merchant that seemed willing enough at first glance. She smiled a warm smile at him as she entered the store. He looked at her with lecherous eyes and she played on that fact. She walked up to him and bowed slightly. "Hello. I'd like to interest you in a business venture. You sell my wares for a thirty-seventy share, me taking seventy, of course." Denise closed the distance so that she was standing right in front of him and let her magic work it's ways. She made herself look more attractive in his eyes. More willing to follow her commands. Probing his greed and lust and heightening them. "Why should I accept that offer? Especially for such a low share? I'll be storing your things here, taking up space. I should get a much larger share." She just smiled at his words and leaned in closer and whispered into his ear. "You can get thirtyfive and a preview of the best night of your life." She smiled coyly and bent down. After about an hour Denise was closing in on the gate. She and the merchant had settled with forty-sixty, her way, in the end. Quite the stubborn man, but easy to influence with her magic. She had already decided to suck him dry of life when she returned for her money. But that was a matter for another time as she saw the knight standing at the gate. She looked quite impatient from what Denise could tell. All the better. She waved at the knight. It struck Denise that she had not asked for the knight's name. She'd have to do that soon enough. "I forgot to ask you before; but do you have a name?" Denise tilted her head slightly and smiled at the knight. "I'm Denise, and this is Helvyra," she said and indicated with her hand towards the golem. "Also, do you have a horse do you want to ride with me? We've got a pretty long way to go, and I'm guessing you want to get there quickly."</s>
<\|description\|>Sonoda Yuka - Daughter of Heaven, Goddess of Gases, Invincible Cyborg Woman; Metallica Weapon!! Age: 18 Gender: Female Appearance: Standing at a height of a metre eighty, Sonoda Yuka is surprisingly tall for a woman of Japanese descent, and combined with her powerful, athletic build, she cuts a figure of great intimidation. Indeed, her expressions merely serve to reinforce this image, with the taut muscles, unimpressed thin mouth and scowling golden eyes proving that she is very willing to fight anyone who dares to obstruct her path of justice. Her hair is cut short, the fuzzy brown-black locks flowing down towards her neck, fringe hiding away her forehead. In all, she exudes an aura of power but also reliability, her very appearance seeming to tell others that she is one to always keep her promises, and one that messing with would be unwise. When not fighting crime in her identity of Metallica Weapon, Yuka works as part-time intern at an office building, and is dressed in garb fitting of her occupation; a combination of a light blue dress shirt and either a dark pencil skirt or trousers is her standard clothing, though when performing leisurely activities, her outfits can change far dramatically and will depend upon the weather. However, her grey combat boots, a permanent fixture of her outfit, show that she is always prepared for conflict, along with the leather motorcycle gloves that she for some reason dons frequently despite not actually owning a motorbike. She is also especially fond of a tattered yellow scarf that she has owned since her youth. As the powerful hero of justice, Metallica Weapon, the "suit" that completely envelops her body is grey and nondescript, exuding sleek professionalism and power through its androgynous form. Nothing on the "armour" can be considered especially defining or revealing, as if its wearer is not truly a human but a mere copy of one. It is a threatening visage to ponder upon, as the only major aspects of the suit are the four emerald lines that run down her arms, and simple black v-fin that sits between its ominous, pale-red eyes. Powers: A partially cybernetic human, the experiments that were performed on Sonoda Yuka to unlock her true potential have converted much of her bones, muscles and ligaments to "Solid Photonic Energy" equivalents that provide her with immense durability and strength, and the two miniaturised cold fusion reactors that are safely encapsulated within the area where she once possessed lungs replace her need for respiration, giving her near-limitless stamina and the ability to function in locations usually impossible for the normal human. However, her ultimate ability is to transform into a steely heroic warrior, a state that provides her with the ability to manipulate gases. Weapons: Though a competent hand-to-hand fighter, Yuka possesses remarkable skill with a glaive, which she utilises to its maximum effect when transformed into the Metallica Weapon. Personality: A seemingly stoic figure upon first glance, the superheroic Yuka is quite calm in the face of danger, dealing with whatever problem that befouls her with nary an emotion and supreme grace. Her comments usually show little spirit, though at times it seems there is a certain grandness to her words. However, underneath the surface is her boiling blood, fiery emotions that fuel her every action. She is relentless and driven, absolutely devoted to bringing about justice wherever she goes, even if from a skin-deep view she seems almost bored of her duties. Indeed, she will stubbornly fight for what she believes in what's right, and will crush all in her path to saving others. She has her own eccentricities as well (though not incredibly obvious to others), the most prominent being her tendency to narrate in her own head, frequently delving into inner monologues about whatever crosses her mind at the time. These monologues are quite eloquent and poetic in comparison to her usual succinct (though nevertheless still sophisticated) speech. She is also a literary fan, and will make reference to notable works from time to time. As Metallica Weapon, she is brutal and quick in her fights, aiming to incapacitate as rapidly as possible. She is also somewhat wordier than usual when in the midst of combat, but they usually simply carry through the zeal that envelops her as she fights to serve justice. History: A native of Neo-Tokyo, Yuka was once a normal Japanese high school student in a normal Japanese high school, sharing a class with a group of supernatural warrior hunters fighting a secret guerilla war against the forces of evil. It was a rather peaceful life, albeit a life filled with higher school fees in order to repair the collateral damage brought about the powerful entities that resided at her facility of education, but it was not one filled with superheroics and drama for her. Then came Cerebral Intelligentsia. A shadowy organisation responsible for a spate of monster attacks, it kidnapped her and many others to be experimented on to create an ultimate army that would conquer Japan and then the world. Through these horrific tortures, in which her body was converted with cybernetics, her latent powers were activated, influencing Cerebral Intelligentsia to craft her into the first of their elite shock troopers, the "Weapons". Under their scientific machinations, she became a transforming cyborg warrior completely devoted to the mysterious cause, fighting in the shadows under the banner of CI. However, sympathetic scientists would break her free of the reprogramming at the cost of her memories, faking her death and throwing her out of the secretive CI facilities and into the relative safety of the world. Lost and confused, with only the name "Weapon" to guide her, the teenage girl found her way back to Neo-Tokyo, subconsciously avoiding Cerebral Intelligentsia's forces as she tried to find her place. It would be during these struggling journeys that she met the original Sonoda Yuka, an ill, hospitalised girl whose dreams inspired her to become the hero "Metallica Weapon". And when the original Yuka died of illness, the cyborg warrior took upon the name in tribute, using it in her secret civilian identity at a local high school until she would finally recover her own memories. Weakness: Despite her superior physical prowess, Yuka is utterly lacking in range and mobility, having been described as a "masked runner" whose ability to achieve her ends is limited by her lack of vehicular transport (thereby preventing her from moving distances), nonexistent access to weapons or powers that could provide her the ability to consistently strike at aerial opponents (for any manoeuvres performed above solid ground are temporary at best), and in essence the mobile capabilities of the average human (she can walk, run, and float a bit with gas manipulation, but that's about it). Her fighting style is also quite rough and unorthodox, belying the fact that she isn't exactly the most skilled at martial arts. Other: * Theme Song: Hagane no Messiah * Voice Actor: Romi Paku (JP); Michelle Ruff (ENG)</s> <\|message\|>Youma Kenji Bright Elementary School The storm of bloody droplets rang out across the quadrangle, going wide and covering a large amount of area with a miniscule amount of paradoxically-sharp droplets of blood. As it turns out, it takes a lot more than a few dozen liters of liquid to cover the span of a city block in precipitation. The end result was a short, sharp shower of needles scattered across a mostly-uninhabited expanse of concrete. A number of hits were scored, to some effect. One of the officers suffered an extremely-painful injury from a droplet falling through his shoulder. A cop car's chassis and front seat was imperceptibly damaged, and would annoy the driver for weeks to come. Far off on the other end of the quadrangle, an eleven-year-old child was skewered from crown to groin by a droplet, and immediately went into shock, to the horror of her classmates. --- Thoroughly nonplussed, Kenji watched as Yukoshi fled the area. Hundreds of witnesses, from policemen to students to SDF soldiers, had seen what she did, what she looks like, and what direction she was headed towards. Now that they had several confirmed murders instead of a number of assaults on police officers, they had all the justification needed to assault Yukoshi and her extreme burden. How they would respond was currently unknown, but one thing was certain: it would not be pleasant for anybody. The police, apparently occupied by the sight of this unbelievable murderer attempting to make an escape, rushed into their cars and started them up. Sirens blaring and engines roaring, the police were off on hot pursuit, leaving only six officers, a firetruck, and two ambulances hastily offloading stretchers and paramedics. When the sound of the stricken eleven-year-old reached Kenji, he reacted quickly. He gripped Hachirou by the shoulder, and teleported into the of the quadrangle. Taking care not to step on the dessicated corpses of the innocent police officers Yukoshi and her cohort had so blithely murdered, he took his hand off Hachirou and calmly jogged over to the group of children and teachers. Kenji spoke slowly, calmly, and loudly. He hadn't had much time to recover from seeing Yukoshi and Friend's pitiless slaughter and the destruction of the Stock Exchange, but, as a Yakuza, he was fully prepared to put on a brave facade. Kenji smiled nervously, and did his level best to block the view of Sakura's unabashed butchery from the children present. "Please come with me, everyone-- it should be safe now. The terrorists have fled. Hachirou and I have come to help you all out!"</s> <\|message\|>Tomoyuki "Tomo" Harushima; "The Sentry" Tomoyuki Harushima Deflected! Tomo's palm blast were deflected off the metal body's leg as it swung the blast away like a bat to a baseball. A pretty cool feat of skill for one person to have. The Sentry then floats several meters away from the standing figure as he holds his left arm at it. "Sir, I do not wish to hurt you!" he calls to the person, "But you did not heed to my calls for you to stop. Who are you and what is your goal here? If you don't answer, I'll be forced to take you in."</s>	<\|message\|>Sonoda Yuka - Daughter of Heaven, Goddess of Gases, Invincible Cyborg Woman; Metallica Weapon!! Sonoda Yuka - Metallica Weapon Metallica Weapon's only response seemed to be only a flash of her ominous, pale-red eyes, the luminescent globes embedded into the helm of the warrior staring across the short expanse between her and the relentless robot with a cold and unfeeling gaze. All was quiet, the only sound that whistled through their ears being that of the wind itself. It was in this position that the amnesiac hero stayed in for a single beat, as if pondering upon a suitable reply to the prying questions of the strange, zealous automaton that had pursued her for so long. Her feet shifted against the concrete. >>In order to ensure the safety of this just cause and my own identity, I am afraid I shall not be capable of following the directives of this machine. The citizenship must be protected, and I cannot do so in the company of this hostile entity. Cerebral Intelligentsia continues to lie in wait with their horrid monstrosities! A pebble cracked. That was the only warning her pursuer was given before a wave of air compressed in front of Metallica Weapon, blowing through dust and leaves to completely obscure the heroic warrior from view. She immediately turned and sprinted away, counting down the seconds in which she could continue to exert her own influence over the great winds of the Earth. The barrier she had formed of particulate matter and foliage had become solid, the molecules of air having pressed together to create a miniature storm that protected her from sight. It would not last, but she had already known of its temporary status! To put distance between her and the hostile entity that was the robot, and to bring her closer to the schemes of Cerebral Intelligentsia, she needed to move as uninhibitedly as she could! The wall dissipated, matter dropping from the sky and down onto the concrete. But Metallica Weapon had already covered a great distance with her powerful strides, running as fast as she could towards where she knew now that Cerebral Intelligentsia had sent its weekly monster, but also as far as she could from the robotic menace that had chased her for so long. But there was one message, left in the cloud that had descended from her wall. A single: "NO."</s>
<\|description\|>Charlotte Elizabeth Encore Dame Charlotte Encore, The Duchess --- Basics Nicknames, titles, etc.: "The Duchess" - One Hive City gang, The Gentry, is lead by someone referred to only as The Duchess. For the Duchess' protection, only a handful of people, The Counts, know their real identity. Said handful would know The Duchess to be Dame Charlotte Elizabeth Encore. "Dame..." - As Charlotte's identity as The Duchess is kept secret, she poses as a Dame within The Gentry. This means that she can wield a minor amount of power among them without revealing her true identity. She is, however, expected to earn her keep like any other low-ranking member. Age: 39 Species: Human Gender: Female Height: 5'5" Weight: 136lbs Appearance As is custom among The Gentry, almost none of Charlotte's natural appearance is visible while she is. Excessive makeup veils the colour of her skin, an intricate mask covers most of her face, and a dramatic dress hides her figure. The effect is an appearance of wealth and power, as well as a certain kind of artificial beauty. Her appearance is often comparable to a porcelain doll, which is, again, a common feature among The Gentry. It creates a sense of anonymity, to the point where, with the changes in a person's outfit from day to day, it can become impossible to recognise one of the Gentry as one seen before. This adds another level of protection against would-be assassins - even if they were to discover the Duchess' true identity, it would still be very difficult to recognise them. Behind all the makeup and masquerade is a very different woman, in more than just appearance. Modest, brown hair that falls just past Charlotte's shoulders, a slight build and pale blue eyes. While her public appearance is the ultimate display of wealth and confidence, Charlotte's private self is a more unassuming character. Certainly not someone you'd expect to be leading one of the most dangerous criminal syndicates out there. Capabilities Charlotte carries an estoc and a cinquedea (a thin thrusting sword and a long, wide dagger). The shorter cinquedea is used for parrying blows and trapping an opponent's weapon, while the estoc is used in attack, and is adept at piercing metal armour. Both are heavily stylised and look extremely expensive, in keeping with The Gentry's style. Additionaly, though Charlotte is not especially strong, she is an expert in wielding both weapons, and extensive use of two weapons at once has rendered her ambidextrous. Of course, Charlotte is intelligent enough to wear a layer of leather armour underneath her clothes. Even a noblewoman is better off discomforted than dead. Personality As leader of The Gentry, Charlotte is the ultimate representation of what a member should be. She is polite and well-mannered, and has an excellent poker face even before her manner of dress is considered. She practically lives her life by the idea that there is a time and a place for everything, but realising this means everything has a correct time as much as everything has an incorrect time. She'll use violence and deception in equal amounts: whenever it is the correct time and place. She'll show off just as much as she'll keep secrets: whenever it is the correct time and place. She is powerful, and wealthy, and she wants to be more powerful, and more wealthy. The method does not matter to her, she just wants to see her organisation succeed.</s> <\|message\|>Arlgor Kull @Ciaran Lilly's thought that Kull was an idiot was liable to be her last. He could squat much more than he could bench, as can most strongmen, and as can be seen in olympic wresting just pulling down on someone is rarely enough to take them to the ground very quickly. It's why such martial arts as Sambo and shoot wrestling exist. He'd let his rear leg slide back an extra foot to widen his stance, allowing his lower center of gravity and superior balance keep him on his feet. As Lilly's helmet crashed against Kull's (he'd keep his head partially turned to maintain a line of sight with Dame), eliciting a heated snarl from him, she'd likely feel a sudden lance of hot pain in her neck, followed by a spreading coldness as black fuzz began dominating her vision, thought fleeing as her blood pressure steeply dropped. Having not the time to swing his axe down, it had still been raised near his right shoulder, so abandoning his previous attack pattern Kull opted to instead plunge the headspike of his weapon into her throat as she fell upon him with her counter attack, tearing open her throat through the gap in her open helm whilst her face was too close to his to see the danger from below, hence preventing her from trying to turn her head and bare the armored flanks of her helm into the way. As she was using both arms to grab Kull, they'd be of little use in saving her life as well. Hypovolemic shock would be almost immediate, the sudden lack of oxygenated blood in her brain resulting in rapid loss of motor control, killing her strength. Were this the case, Kull would, in a manner most timely, twist towards the Dame with a shove of his axe, letting the headspike schuck out of Lilly's neck as he directed her imminent fall into the path of his next foe, that the dying Amazon would tumble into the Dame if she got too close.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Elizabeth Encore Though Lillith demonstrated commendable bravery by attacking in such a manner, Charlotte couldn't say the same about her foresight. Certainly, though, their opponent was more skilled than either individual, so the logical step would be to rescue her ally, regardless of what Charlotte thought of her. She could use a claymore-swinging brute by her side, though at the moment the adjective was a little unsuitable. Though the action had been decided upon, the manner in which the action was to be performed had not. Charlotte had neither the strength, nor the endurance, nor even the opportunity to interpose herself directly, so that was out of the question. Of course, the disadvantage of using one weapon in two hands was that there would only be one item both to attack and to defend with. So, to prevent the attack, give cause for defence. The best defence is a good offense. It was with this reasoning that Charlotte once again closed the distance between herself Kull, swapping her cinquedea to a normal grip as she did so. Once she was within reach, Charlotte stabbed at Kull's left eye with the cinquedea (an estoc being to large to use at this range). In doing so, she offered her opponent a choice - kill Lillith but be maimed and possibly killed (should the cinquedea pierce his brain) before getting a chance to fight the Dame, or defend the blow with his weapon instead of attacking Lillith at all. Of course, there was always the possibility that Kull display his prowess again, and find a third, less obvious, solution. Despite their situation, and what he'd said, Charlotte couldn't help but be impressed by her opponent's capability even so early in battle. As she did this, Charlotte also held her estoc low, but pointing diagonally upwards, in order to make room for it and to have it ready to strike or defend.</s> <\|message\|>Arlgor Kull Kull, ever the stubborn aggressor, chose to finish his opponent and take his chances with the knife thrust at him. He wasn't very lucky. He stabbed the Amazon in the throat as she fell on him, but when he tried to divert his attention at the same time to evading that knife out of the corner of his eye by leaning his head back, it backfired. The broad blade sliced his left eye open and split his nose, filling his sinus cavity with blood. "GOOCH SUCKING SON OF A-!!" He whirled towards Dame and attempted to pitch the Amazon's body into her path, taking a quick step back as soon as he was able. This shit hurt, he had been half blunded and had gunky blood streaming down his throat from his damaged nose.</s> <\|message\|>Arlgor Kull Edited above post.</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Elizabeth Encore It was an acceptable result. Lillith's death was regrettable, but her relevance to Charlotte had only ever been short-term anyway. As for Kull, he was injured and retreating, having chosen not to defend himself from Charlotte's stab. With any luck, the pain from the wound would be distracting enough for her to finish the job. If she had been able to continue her assault, Charlotte might have won the fight then and there. As it was, Kull had managed to use Lillith's body in defending himself, delaying Charlotte enough that this wasn't an option. Clever, but he was delaying the inevitable. Charlotte retreated two steps diagonally (to her left and backwards) as what was left of Lillith's massive bulk stumbled towards her, the body moving between them before falling and rolling once, a few feet to the side. Before it had passed, Charlotte moved into something akin to a sprinter's starting position, before darting forwards the moment the space was clear. Cinquedea once again in reverse grip, she held it close to her chest in left hand, her arm reaching across her body with her hand almost at her right shoulder, the weapon ready to parry as necessary. Meanwhile, the estoc was being used to stab once more, this time aiming for Kull's heart, using torque from an anti clockwise shoulder rotation to add power to the lunge.</s> <\|message\|>Arlgor Kull It was a situation Kull hadn't encountered before. An opponent who had thrown away their life to give their partner a fighting chance, even if it were unintentional. He'd not expected such audacity. Usually, he was the one who pulled the crazy shit. Kull hadn't time to bring his greataxe up for a swing, and it wasn't very convenient to defend against a rapier to begin with, so he opted for a less predictable solution. He pitched the huge bladed weapon headlong into Dame's legs as she surged up to him, letting her forward momentum take her to a world of pain before she got close enough to confidently stab him. She could still try, but she'd likely have to overextend and risk worse retribution. She was only lightly armored, her dress a pain in the ass, and she'd be hard pressed not to suffer severe gashes, torn ligaments, or damaged knees, depending on how she handled the counter. Either way, having an oversized battleaxe tossed head first into your legs really, really sucked. Most two handed weapons rarely exceeded seven pounds in weight, yet Kull's was three times that. It was made to create openings, to take advantage of those with common sense. It could only be wielded with about as much grace as a sledgehammer, but damned if it wasn't good for distractions. Few could look past the axe to see that the one holding it was a far more dangerous weapon. Dangerous, but still annoyingly loud. He spat a wad of blood out before starting off on a mid-fight rant. "GAH! SCREW YOU! WHO THE FCK EVEN ARE YOU!? THOSE BASTARDS ARE TRYING TO TURN ME INTO 'KULL THE WOMAN SLAYER', DAMMIT!! THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY EYE!?"</s> <\|message\|>Charlotte Elizabeth Encore Charlotte cursed under her breath as the axe flew her way. Unorthodox, but it posed a clear threat to her, especially with the momentum she'd already gained. Abandoning the thrust, Charlotte attempted to avoid the huge blade by leaping over it, but it was already too late. Granted, she was partially successful, but the weapon was already too close to her, and she ended up with a gash across her right thigh as she'd failed to get that leg up in time. The sudden jump hadn't given Charlotte time to plan, and the new injury didn't help. As the Duchess landed, her injured leg fell out from under her, and she hit the floor ungracefully, just about keeping hold of her weapons as she turned the fall into a roll and stood up behind Kull. "I wouldn't tempt fate, swine. You might step out of this arena glad to hold that title. Better still, you might not step out of this arena at all." With that, Charlotte stepped in close, still behind Kull's left shoulder. In a reverse grip, she attempted to stab Kull's armpit (one of the typical weak points of plate armour) with her cinquedea, and after a moment's delay, strike him on the back of the helm with the pommel of her estoc in an attempt to stun him.</s> <\|message\|>Arlgor Kull Kull had learned many lessons during his career. Put your ass into your blows, sleep with your sword by your side, let anger guide your strength, not your decisions. The most important rule by far, however, was to never take your eyes off your opponent. Kull had only one eye, but that was still better vision than Dame had when she rolled. Kull transitioned smoothly, pivoting clockwise on his rear right heel as he whirled after his opponent, left foot shoving off the ground and lashing out like an inverted stake hammer. As Dame came to her feet, before she had the chance to stand she'd be abruptly greeted by Kull's clodhopper of a boot, potentially snapping her head back on its axis and shattering her jaw like glass. When she rolled, she'd have lost a steady line of sight with him, all he needed to catch her by surprise on the rebound unless she'd thought up a contingency plan for having her head punted like a soccer ball. He'd have his left hand open in low guard near his pelvis and his right fist clenched before his breastplate, likely originating from a common pugilistic orthodox stance. Perhaps Dame had expected Kull to grab for his spare weapons first, giving her time to go on the offensive whilst her opponent was unarmed. It could be a good mid-fight hunch, only, Kull's armored fists and feet were spare weapons, and he didn't miss a beat when he saw a chance to use 'em. He'd save his absurd, red-faced, throbbing vein in the forehead exclamation of violence until after he had done his darndest to mollywhop Dame, the better to not give away his attack with undue noise, another lifelong lesson he had once learned about the hard way. "FFFF**CK RABBIT!!"</s>	<\|message\|>Charlotte Elizabeth Encore Charlotte barely managed to turn her face away from the boot before it hit her, and she went sprawling again. Thankfully, her jaw didn't feel broken, though it was painful, and the chunk of metal she'd been struck with certainly hadn't made it nicer for her. To make matters worse, hitting the sand multiple times had gotten it lodged in every uncomfortable place possible, and something that could just as easily be a small stone as a tooth had been trapped in her clothing painfully. Charlotte couldn't wait to get this all done with. Having been knocked a few paces from her opponent, Charlotte stood up, more slowly this time, picking up her fallen weapons as she did so. So far, almost every attack she'd made against Kull had been met with a superior counter. Yet, he hadn't made an attack proactively at all. So, she gave him the choice. Stepping backwards, Charlotte did her best at a faintly amused smile, despite the pain in her leg and face. "You've proved you can defend yourself," she began "Now finish the job. Strike me down, be the victorious warrior once more. Be a man." With that, Charlotte settled into stance, cinquedea held close to her, just in front of her left shoulder, estoc low and in front, and her whole body side-on to Kull.</s>
<\|description\|>Silvia Age: 23 Race: Human Gender: Female Class: Pugilist Traits: Unarmed Specialist:The Pugilist is very good at getting the most out of her natural offensive abilities. Of course receiving a punch from Silvia wouldn't feel like the same from any old human thanks to a combination of strength training and technique. Fist weapons are also an option for Silvia. Cloth Only: Heavy armor would only weigh her down, and that is something Silvia couldn't exactly afford. On the flip side she is quite adept at evasion, and is undeniably agile enough to keep herself safe in place of conventional protection. Grappler: Half of the fight is to control the enemy, that's something Silvia is good at. She knows the right places to grab an opponent in order to disable him, and definitely has the strength to enforce her will. Granted she cannot take down a monster larger than her by many times, nor can she grapple anything that is particularly heavy. Then of course if she can't even get a hold on the enemy, be it made from slime, incorporeal, or shrouded in fire, as a few examples, then she can't grapple it in these cases either. Picture Reference: Physical Description: Silva isn't visually impressive at a average height and build. Other than a large scar at her torso her body is generally free from any blemishes. Her clothing is simple and nonrestrictive, the kind of stuff that will allow a full range of movement. The difference between the picture and reality; she wears actual boots instead of heels, and she doesn't wear a corset. Personality: Silvia is actually quite the friendly individual, not the happy go lucky type, but she isn't the one to brood. As what might be expected she is generally laid back, perhaps even lazy. While its true she would be perfectly content to lay about for weeks at a time, she can still get the job done when it's time. It isn't hard to become fast friends with Silvia, but it also isn't hard to enemies with her, then once that happens it can be hard to convince her otherwise. Along those same lines she has also been known to hold grudges, sometimes for years. Extra Details: At one point in her life Silvia meant to be trained as a magician, but obviously she had long wandered away from that path.</s> <\|message\|>Kaito Fen The cut, although not that deep, bothered Kaito and along with the pressure from his Shadow double, his concentration threatened to shatter. But he couldn't let it; he took this risk to put on a grand show, a few more scars on his upper body would be a fair price to pay for an exhibition like no other. And that thought pushed him harder, pushed him to ignore the pain welling from all the cuts and scratches on his body, and to ignore the blood streaming down his exposed half like rivulets. And so he danced with his mirror image, matching stroke for stroke, feint for feint. Although, he had to admit he noticed Shadow Kaito slowly gaining the upper hand the longer they fought, and if he continued with the same dance, he knew it'd be the end. Of course there existed the slight fear of how far Shadow Kaito was willing to take this fight – a thought that ran through his mind as he dodged and countered. Then, suddenly, he shifted into the Wrath of The Twin Dragons, all thoughts focused solely on pushing his counterpart and putting him on the defensive. He feinted, stepped back and continued the duel, turning round in large circles as the two of them danced. At the far end of the circle, just before he was about to complete a savage set of swings, he noticed Grey Skies laying down as though asleep. His eyes widened in momentary shock mixed with anger and humiliation. Enraged – and in one complete maneuver – he savagely parried a couple of attacks from Shadow Kaito, turned, sheathed his weapons, and walked out of the ring to collect his fallen swords barely recognizing that his wounds had suddenly somehow disappeared.</s> <\|message\|>Grey Skies The Shadow Kaito lowered his swords, and walked forward to the edge of the circle. Staring after its opponent, it dropped its swords, and disappeared, letting out a sigh like hissing steam. Grey had been observing through the shadows, watching through the eyes of her creatures. At the sudden change, Grey sat up, and her pillow and knives disappeared. Frowning, she watched as Kaito stalked out of the ring. After a moment of confusion, she pushed herself to her knees. With difficulty, she tried to stand up. An extended yawn escaped from her lips, her eyes fluttered, and she collapsed to the ground. The energy it had taken to maintain the Shadow Kaito- to even create it and the other creatures in the first place- was more than the girl could actually manage. That, coupled with her intense exhaustion, and the blood loss incurred from her rope-like burns on her hands, caused her loss of consciousness. She crumpled, hitting the floor with a sickening crunch. Her hood fell over to cover her face. The other creature, the dilapidated and monstrous figure, gradually shrank to the size of a kitten, hanging on to its form just long enough to crawl over to Grey, and curl up beside her. It dissipated into the air, like its fellow.</s> <\|message\|>Silvia --- Silva let out a sarcastic laugh. "Yeah, I'll be so scared if you were vaguely able to throw a punch and know which end is the sharp bit on a sword." She good naturally scoffed and sighed, staring up at the heavens like always. "Besides I don't think Kaito's style would fit you, he's all about fancy fast movements and spectacle. I don't think that describes a bit ol' brute like yourself, eh?" She playfully gave him a light kick from where the laid. "Hope you don't mind being called a brute, Gareth." After that she fell silent for a while longer, it seemed that Gray had finally passed out. Silvia wasn't too surprised that Kaito won, and in a small way was somewhat glad that the duel had finally ended. Still seeing as their Master hadn't declared the next match up yet she was more than content to stay put. As if she didn't see the match end, she turned to the other man. "Say, Gareth? What sort of jobs are you looking forward to doing? You out to help the little people, or do you want to claim glory for yourself?" She posed the question to the berserker.</s> <\|message\|>Shandria (Dragonkin lack surnames) Shandria pulled herself up and looked around, scouting the area as if she was just going to up and spot the Guild Master's daughter while she herself could not. The eyes of a dragon were good... but the eyes of Artura were good too. She pulled herself up and stretched with a yawn. The fight watching was fun but, now that the first fight was over the Dragonkin wasn't as interested. The second fight hadn't started, and so she had time... though she was sure the next two would start fighting the moment she was out of eyesight. She tapped her fingers on her thighs, wondering where to look first. She'd have to check the guild... if the girl wasn't off somewhere else entirely. She walked off, waving her hand with only a short "Yeah yeah I'll sniff her out." With that, she was off. She started checking the oddest of places. Every broom closet, every crawlspace. You never know... She worked from the most unlikely places to the most likely, until finally she was opening the doors and peeking into bedrooms to see if she was in one of the guest beds perhaps. In a matter of about ten minutes she had every single room checked except for the girl's own bedroom. Or was it the Guild Master's room? She didn't know, but it was time to find out! She turned the knob and peeked in, eyes adjusting to the dark as necessary and peeking around. If the girl wasn't in here... then she wasn't in the guild at all. And if the girl was in the room, Shandria would sneak in ever so quietly with the stealth of a dragon... just, not a dragon... and come up to the bed only to pounce onto it with a bounce and a quick "It's time to rise and shine as the humans say!" (Unless she had been found somewhere prior to checking the bedroom. Just assuming a usual -still asleep- deal.)</s> <\|message\|>Gareth Hund @Bell --- Gareth could only smile bitterly at being called a brute, but he couldn't say the name was undeserved. He watched the fight, sympathizing with Kaito as he stormed out of the arena to retrieve his blades. Although in his eyes, Kaito had lost the match since he had left the marked arena, he wasn't entirely convinced of whom the victor in a real fight would be, thus his features formed a slight, dissatisfied pout. Gareth stood up with a sigh, patting off his trousers, "I take whatever I can get." He answered Silvia with a wink over his shoulder. "Now, let's see if we can't help tuck the shadow girl into bed, she's fought hard and I believe it to be well past her bedtime. Who knows, we might even free up the space for a bout of our own." Gareth proposed as he walked towards the flagged arena. While moving towards the circle, he waved at Artura with an attentive greeting, "Good morning, Guild Master. Could Silvia and I possibly make a bid for the next fight?" His amiable smile turned into a wolfish grin at the thought of imminent fighting, Gareth's canines bared.</s> <\|message\|>Silvia @Bell --- Silvia grinned with clear enthusiasm and in one movement quickly jumped onto her feet, literally so. She accompanied Gareth as they approached their Guild Master, she was feeling pumped about the prospect of a good fight. From her conversation with the man she was convinced it'll be a great duel, and while perhaps she felt a tad mismatched with the berserker, she definitely wasn't going to let these tiny, nagging feelings get in her way. When they were in talking distance with Artura she gave her own friendly wave. Then after her soon-to-be sparring partner suggested they take the next fight, she imminently nodded to show both her agreement and approval. "Yeah pretty much, I'm damn excited to take on Gareth in the ring." Her smirk alone was enough to convey the genuine feelings of her words.</s> <\|message\|>Artura Saorise Artura bounced her leg crossed over the other, fingers tapping together as she watched the fight. Not the best outcome, she would have preferred if both sides were taking it more seriously. Kaito seemed more insulted than honored by the outcome. Maybe she would step in personally to give him a better fight than someone who was already ready to fall asleep. Either way, as the two approached she looked down at them with a shrug. "I don't see why not. The most likely to win are the enthusiastic, even if not entirely assured. Nothing more enthusiastic than approaching and asking to be next." She stood up and called out to all who were watching. Not even the onlookers knew what to make of the outcome of the first round. "Next will be Gareth versus Silvia." Looking back to the two she added "Take it seriously, that last fight was just a little disappointing. It's hard to bond with someone when you insult them in combat. With Shandria off to find her daughter, Artura sat back down, one leg over the other and tapped her fingers on the armrest. A few members of the guild who were on healing duty came forward to lift Grey up and remove her from the ring. The moment she passed the flags any wounds would be healed, and more importantly she would have just as much energy as she had when she entered, maybe giving her just enough energy to wake up and go find a real bed somewhere.</s> <\|message\|>Grey Skies Grey sat up, after exiting the ring, and looked up at Artura. Slightly more refreshed, though still quite tired, she yawned. Pulling the hood off of her head, Grey frowned, staring at the Guild leader. She spoke, her voice barely carrying loudly enough to be heard across the field. "I could contribute nothing more, without endangering myself. He abandoned the fight. That is a great insult, to my honor." Maintaining eye contact for a moment, Grey decided not to speak any more. Casting her gaze downwards, she began to walk. She raised a hand to her neck, massaging the knots out of it. Annoyed and frankly angered, Grey was legitimately confused, and the frustration was evident through her calm. Well aware of her limits, and of the dangers of overextending herself, she accepted the win by default, but did not revel in it. Almost gliding along the ground, her legs completely covered by her robe, she retreated from the field. Once inside, Grey walked to her own quarters, where her cot was waiting. Too mad to sleep, she sat on her cot, crossing her legs, and staring at the blank wall. Her door was little more than a curtain, and it waved slightly in the air currents drifting through the room. She grabbed her Oud, and held it in her lap, deciding to practice for a little while. As far as she knew, everyone had gone to watch the fight; this would be a perfect time to rehearse a few songs. She closed her eyes, and quietly played, almost meditative in her practice.</s> <\|message\|>Gareth Hund @Damiann47@Torack --- Gareth nodded happily as Artura affirmed that the next bout would be his, brushing past Silvia with a grin, "Don't worry Guild Master, I'm not usually one to disappoint. Let's have fun, Silvia." He undid the pin to the harness on his back that held his 3 blades, allowing them to fall to the ground outside of the ring. Gareth waved towards Kaito as he passed, helping him pick up one of the blades stuck into the grass. Facing Kaito, he pushed the sword forward as if it were an olive branch, "You're ability is as skillful as shadow girl's are peculiar. Perhaps we'll have an opportunity to exchange pointers later." He offered in a more sympathetic tone. With that being said, Gareth leaped into the ring and punched his fist to his palm, strands of green light shuddering out from the impact, his wolfish grin returning to his face in full force. "Let's do this."</s>	<\|message\|>Silvia Silvia wasted no time in getting into position, standing right across from Gareth. She raised an eyebrow, "Huh, so you decided to take me on with your own two fists?" The Pugilist shook her head and sighed, although she didn't seem to be upset in the slightest. "You may have magical punches, but don't forget that you're going against me. Alright, Gareth. Let's have some fun." At that she smoothly transferred into a combat stance, and turned to face with her left side with both fist clenched. She wanted to see what the berserker would do first, so instead of taking the first strike she waited instead.</s>
<\|description\|>Misty Age: 4 years old Looks: Position in Pack: Alpha Female Personality: A bit temperamental and not trusting of anyone outside of her pack, she can however be gentle and kind to those in her own pack when they need her. She firmly believes that the needs of the pack should always be put before the needs of any individual member.</s> <\|message\|>Amber "Hmm..." Amber approached the cave and sniffed at the air. She took a few steps further in and sniffed at the ground. "Well," She said as she turned back to Klondike, "I don't smell anything in there. It looks kind of small though." She glanced back at the cave. It was too dark to see very far in. "Maybe we should go see where it leads," She suggested.</s> <\|message\|>Misty "What? What is your idea?" Misty asked her sister, a bit surprised by her suddenly jumping to her feet.</s> <\|message\|>Lila "The tigers! You know the saying, the enemy of my enemy is my friend? Maybe the tigers would agree to a temporary truce!" Lila said, pacing her den.</s> <\|message\|>Misty Misty didn't like the sound of this idea. "Are you sure you know what you're saying? These are tigers we're talking about! They might just try to kill us."</s> <\|message\|>Lila "Misty, I won't leave our home until I know I've done everything I could to protect it," Lila said. "If it helps, I'll go alone so there's no danger of losing anyone else in the pack if the tigers don't share the same sentiment."</s> <\|message\|>Misty Misty shook her head. "No, you won't go alone. If you refuse to leave then I have no choice but to stay and try and keep the pack safe. I'm going with you to talk with the tigers. I'm the alpha female after all. I should be the one to go."</s> <\|message\|>Lila "It's because you're the alpha female that you shouldn't go. Postremo wouldn't be happy if you left without him knowing," Lila said.</s> <\|message\|>Misty Misty sighed. "I guess you're right. But that doesn't mean that I like you going on your own. I think you should at least take someone else with you."</s> <\|message\|>Lila "Going alone will be simpler, I'm actually hoping to run into Kava, she was the most pleasant out of them," Lila said. Kava was an older tigress who lived at the edge of the tiger territories. She was brusque and rude but at least she'd hear you out before deciding to kill you.</s> <\|message\|>Misty "If you're sure then I won't try and stop you. I'll make sure to keep everyone here safe while you're gone." She just hoped that the humans didn't try anything before they knew if the tigers would help or not.</s> <\|message\|>Lila "I'll leave in a while, make sure no one tries to follow," Lila said. "And if I run most of the way, I should get there by tomorrow morning."</s> <\|message\|>Klondike "Alright, Amber. Let's check it out" Klondike squeezed himself down the hole and into the cave. It was roomier than he had imagined it would be.</s> <\|message\|>Renzo As Renzo reached a far enough place and he couldn't detect any more scents that came from human, wolf or tiger he put the tube down. "Now... let's see here..." He examined it and saw the arc like thing on the bottom. He tried to reach out to it but he couldn't simply because his paw couldn't fit. He sat down. "Now... if I remember correctly..." He muttered to himself while looking at the arc like thing. He saw the humans with their hands in it so is it possible that that thing is used to make the tube pop?</s> <\|message\|>Misty Misty nodded. "Alright, I'll keep everyone here and if they ask I'll tell them that you're scouting for me. Good luck, Lila."</s> <\|message\|>Renzo Renzo, having no luck whatsoever with the rifle, picked it up again and headed back to camp just in time to see Lila leaving. He watched as she left alone and he headed inside. Renzo saw Misty so it was probably just a scouting trip. He dropped the rifle on the ground and headed outside. "Hey Misty, I'm gonna head out for a bit." He said.</s> <\|message\|>Misty Misty sighed once Lila was gone. She wasn't happy about her sister's plan, but she knew how stubborn that Lila could be and there was no stopping her once she had her mind made up. Just then, she heard Renzo say that he was going out for a bit. She poked her head out of her den. "Alright, but don't stray too far from the dens and watch out for those human traps!"</s> <\|message\|>Lila Lila ran until she was tired, moving to lay under a thicket to rest. It would probably be night in a couple hours and it'd take the better part of tomorrow to reach the tiger territories so it was probably a good idea for Lila to stay where she was for the night, maybe get a bite to eat. Lila sighed and laid her head on her paws, closing her eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Em Em had been sleeping in an abandoned den for quite some time now, she would hunt mostly early in the morning only rabbits and small animals because she was a bit frightened to hunt for the bigger animals. She sniffed the air and growled lowly on the scent of hunters and wolves, her skinny body slinked through the area with cation, she spotted a wolf hiding by a thicket not too far from her she laid low and watched over her as it seemedto have fallen asleep. Though Em wasnt a wolf she looked like one and could blend in with a pack if she could but, no pack has taken her just yet. Em was strong and could take care of herself.</s> <\|message\|>Renzo Renzo followed Lila's scent. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he became worried. It wasn't good for a wolf to be alone at a time nearing night with humans up and about. He knew that he was leaving without permission but hey, you have to break the rules once in a while right? It had been a long time since he was running but he has a lot of stamina. Once he saw the familiar white coat, he slowed to a stop. "And what are you doing alone?" He asked.</s> <\|message\|>Lila Lila stirred as a new scent drifted to her nose. It smelled like a pup but what was a pup doing out on its own? She lifted her head and looked around, spotting Renzo. "I'm scouting for Misty. What are you doing here, you should be back at the dens," Lila said, standing and sniffing out the pup's hiding place. "Come on out little one, we have no interest in hurting you," She said.</s> <\|message\|>Amber Amber followed Klondike down into the dark cave. She still was having trouble seeing in the dark, but she could tell the cave was larger than she had thought. She still didn't feel very convinced, however. They weren't sure how long they'd have to be away, and this cave felt less than practical. "Well, this might work. Do you want to keep looking around, Klondike?" She asked uncertainly.</s> <\|message\|>Em Em Growled softly at the other wolf at first taking in both of their scents, Recognizing them as peaceful wolves she didn let her garddown though becasue she knew the could harm her if they really wanted to. "My names Em, i got seperated from my.. uh pack a long while ago" She said and looked off into the distance kinda sadly but gave them a wolfy smile</s> <\|message\|>Renzo "Yeah, no. I am not going to leave you alone." Renzo said firmly and it was clear that he won't leave. He then turned to Em, the pup. "Separated? How unortunate." He pointed out.</s> <\|message\|>Lila Lila gave Renzo a look from the corner of her eye. "And just why not? Seriously, you really should go back," She said then looked to the pup. She didn't look like any kind of wolf she had seen but then again, she and Misty were the only white wolves in the pack. "Well, we can't just leave you on your own. Are you hungry?"</s> <\|message\|>Klondike "We can keep looking if you want" Klondike replied. Suddenly, he smelled something. "Wait... is that-? Do you smell it too?" He thought he had caught the scent of humans. It had not been present before, so either the wind had carried it into the cave, or humans were on the move not too far away.</s> <\|message\|>Renzo "You're alone... in the night and headed towards the Tiger territory, I had think you need at least one wolf for company." Renzo said before looking at the pup again waiting for her answer.</s> <\|message\|>Em Em began to step forward and saying "I am hungery, and instead of just one wolf how about two?" she said wagging her tail confident and happy. Maybe now i wont be so alone She thought to herself and for some reason wanted to howl, she hadnt dont that in such a long time she almost missed it. Because being alone and trying to stay hidden wasnt very easy if she was howling, And anyways she didnt have anyone to howl to. She just wanted to help and proove that she was strong and not so Little</s> <\|message\|>Renzo Renzo looked at the cub. "You want to come too? You sure, looks like she's heading to tiger territory. Pretty dangerous but if you think you can handle it, I have no arguments there." The older wolf said, seeing how excited the wolf cub was. "What's your name?"</s> <\|message\|>Amber Amber whipped around and faced the entrance of the cave. She lifted her nose and sniffed at the air. The fur on her back stood on end. "Oh no..." She whispered. She crawled back up through the tight cave entrance and stuck her head out. The smell was strong. She didn't see anything around yet, so she assumed the wind was picking up the scent. She quickly crawled back into the cave. "Klondike, what are we going to do?" She asked, slightly panicked.</s> <\|message\|>Lila Lila looked at Renzo and flattened her ears going to sit by Em and wrapped her tail around the pup protectively. "Are you insane? We can't bring a pup into tiger territory, which is why I left on my own because I am going to tiger territory. No, we get her something to eat and then you are taking her back to Misty," Lila said, her tone firm.</s> <\|message\|>Renzo "Look at her." Renzo said. "She looks like she wants to go. Besides, if she survived this long, a trip to tiger territory would probably be a breeze." The older wolf continued. "But the real choice is up to her whether she wants to go with us to a dangerous place such as the tiger territory or go back to a safer location, our dens."</s> <\|message\|>Lila "Surviving here on her own is one thing, tigers are something completely different. And there is no us, I am going alone," Lila said.</s> <\|message\|>Renzo "Why are you so insistent on going alone?" Renzo asked. "I doubt you can protect yourself when two... three tigers go at you at once." He continued. "But whatever you want. Don't tell me I didn't warn you. I'll escort this pup back home then." The older wolf said, nudging the pup to follow him.</s> <\|message\|>Lila Lila let out an irritated growl. "I am going alone because I didn't want to risk anyone else getting hurt. And you are the most infuriating wolf I have ever known, it will be dark soon, traveling back is too dangerous. Just help me find a deer to kill and bring back."</s> <\|message\|>Renzo Renzo just remained silent and neutral. "Hey, I'm not the one who has a crush on an infuriating wolf." He said in an attempt to fluster her before standing up and then looking back to the direction of their dens. "I managed to spot a deer trail near here although I do smell another towards tiger territory. Choose one."</s> <\|message\|>Lila Lila narrowed her eyes. "Well, you aren't as clueless as I thought at least," She said then stood. "The one closer to the dens is a few days old so looks like we go further. Good thing tiger territory is still almost a day away."</s> <\|message\|>Renzo "Yeah, I'm not." Renzo said before agreeing. "Yeah. Lead the way then Lila." He said then looking back at the pup. "Wait, what are we going to do with her?"</s> <\|message\|>Lila "She tags along and watches. Now she can start learning how to hunt," Lila said, putting her nose to the ground to sort out the different scents.</s> <\|message\|>Renzo "I think she knows how to hunt considering that she did survive but your choice." Renzo said and just watched as she sorted out different scents. "Tell me if you found any alright? I wanna see how you guys hunt nowadays." He has seen her hunt before but that was moons ago.</s> <\|message\|>Lila "But she's too young to know how to take down big game. I hope you still remember," Lila said then lifted her head once she found the trail. "The herd headed for the meadows."</s> <\|message\|>Renzo "That is true." Renzo said as he looked at the pup. "Alright, let's go." Renzo said gesturing Lila to take the lead.</s> <\|message\|>Klondike "We need to get back to warn the others!" Klondike replied, dashing away from the cave as fast as his paws could take him.</s> <\|message\|>Amber Amber paused for a moment, stunned, then darted after Klondike. "K-Klondike, wait up!" She cried out. She struggled to keep up with Klondike. She didn't expect him to run out so quickly. She felt her heart skip a beat as she smelled a second smell approach. She heard something behind her, a voice, but she didn't dare turn around to see what it was. She instead concentrated on keeping up with Klondike's pace.</s>	<\|message\|>Misty Misty could smell the strange scent of humans not far off. She was growing very nervous with the majority of the pack away from the dens. She just hoped that all of them made it back safe and sound before something terrible could happen.</s>
<\|description\|>Aquilan Reluvethel Gender: Male Height: 6'2 Age: 415 Race: Elf Birth Continent: Titan Description: Quil appears to be like any other male elf. He has fair complexion, regal stature, a heart shaped face with an aristocratic nose and of course, pointed ears that are characteristic of his race. But what sets him apart from the whole elven population is his red eyes and red streaked black hair. He wears a black dragon scale armor hidden beneath a blood red cloak. Personality: Quil is reserved and quiet. He prefers to keep to himself and avoid interaction with other people be it humans, dwarves or elves. He rarely smiles and can be described as stoic and emotionless. Due to what he had gone through in his early years and due to losing his family, he had learned that he only has himself to depend on. And because of this, he is hard to trust others as he also doesn't expect people to trust him. When spoken to, he would answer as briefly as possible or not at all. History/Backstory: Quil is the last descendant of the long line of Reluvethel elves, a race of elves that has exceptionally potent healing capabilities and elemental affinity. These elves were commonly employed as healers or as enhancers. Enhancers are elves who harness the elements to help with agriculture, industry and the Academies. Quil used to look like most Reluvethel elves when he was younger. His hair had been pure black and his eyes had been clear blue. What changed his appearance was an event that would unfold at a later age. At an early age, Quil had manifested excellent affinity with fire and had several times attracted a rare phoenix to himself while he had been training with his father in the woods. Lafarallin Lathlaerin, the head of Elswin Academy of Magic, had witnessed this and formed a hypothesis in his head. He convinced Kelvhan Reluvethel, Quil's father, to have his son sent to the Academy for study and to be able to hone his elemental skills that he may be an Enhancer when he comes of age. With Kelvhan's consent, Quil was sent to Elswin and progressed steadily under the tutelage of Lafarallin. But the older elf had something else in mind. His true intention was to fuse the phoenix to the elf, in the hopes of granting the young elf a greater power. His reasons for this was unknown but Quil would later conclude that Lafarallin had interest in politics and that he was one of the old elf's experiment to further his own ambitions. Eventually, Lafarallin's hypothesis proved true. He was successful in fusing the elf with the phoenix but not without consequences. Quil's appearance changed. His veins, filled with flame from the creature, gave him a more potent healing ability and greater control over fire. But with this enhancement, he became unstable mentally. The creature had not fused with him as Lafarallin had thought. It was as different entity and it was not pleased in being trapped in another's body. Quil could hear its thoughts, he could feel its anger, its frustration. He could feel it trying to get out, trying to find a way to separate itself from the elf. The constant struggle for control took its toll and eventually made his enhanced abilities unstable. In a moment of weakness, Quil unleashed a wave of flame so strong that he managed to burn down most of Lafarallin's associates. Lafarallin soon ordered Quil be imprisoned in a cell built under the Academy. Fearing that his experiment would be discovered, he commissioned assassins to annihilate all Reluvethel elves. Centuries imprisoned with only four walls as company gave Quil more than enough time to meditate and he soon found peace with the creature inside of him. The old elf Lafarallin eventually passed away leaving his son, Thalandil, to continue his studies. Thalandil took a chance and released Quil experimentally into society. Exposed to people so suddenly, Quil bordered on instability again. And so before he could wreak havoc, Thalandil decided to send Quil to Crator Island with the order to find out everything he can about its secrets in exchange for his freedom. Crator Island would be the perfect place to exile Quil. If Quil manages to succeed, then it would bring glory to the Academy, Thalandil and his father's name forever immortalized in history. But if Quil perished in the island, then it would just benefit the Academy to be rid of an experiment the King had no knowledge of. The transport was perilous as the waters near the island roiled and bubbled in fury. The ship carrying Quil was tossed around until it was almost capsized. The ships crew, afraid for their lives, tossed Quil into the unforgiving water and left him to fare for his own. Dragged down into the dark blue depths, Quil surrendered himself to the darkness. But he found himself washed up on the beach of the very island he was ordered to explore. Etc: Quil's only weapon is a plain sword he would later temper and imbue with fire.</s> <\|message\|>Aquilan Reluvethel Quil's sharp eyes shifted from admiring the drow to the dwarven ship. The wreck, he noted was actually an airship and not a sea faring vessel. The hull was intact in most parts but the breach just beneath the top deck was probably what caused it to crash. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out from where he was standing the emblem that was painted on the hull. The paint was faded but it was still visible. It looked familiar but Quil couldn't quite place where he had seen it before. Dismissing the thought for the meantime, he turned his attention to where he was going. He was at the hull breach's edge when he heard the Drow's commanding voice. "No, I do not think that this ship ran aground by coincidence," he commented as his eyes fell on the hole opposite the one he came in from. "Something shot it out of the sky from the way its damages look. Of course, I can always be wrong," he said before turning away to do as she commanded. He did, after all, promised to do as she said. Gathering firewood was an easy task as there was plenty lying round. It took Quil only several minutes to have enough firewood gathered and pull the small supply boat to where the wreck was.</s> <\|message\|>(first and last.) The sun was already at an angle in the sky as the time passed. Zarriia would be startled as two doves fled their roost from one of the nearby beams that had separated from the decking above. The lids of the barrels were easy enough to split, revealing what looked and smelled like dwarven ale. She would have no idea if the stuff was sour or not, but it was something worth finding. If nothing else, the barrel would offer a easy place to store rainwater. The several tied down crates were harder to get into. Telling Aquilan to gather firewood, she would set to work. The rope holding down the crates was still very strong, which means that it would be a waste to cut it. Maneuvering the ropes to the edges of the crates, she was able to pry the lid off of one of the crates in the time it took Aquilan to gather a healthy bundle of firewood and move the small boat up the beach. Aquilan would set out to gathering driftwood and planks to prepare for whatever night may hold. He spent very little time picking up the light wooden planks that were littered about the beach, however a strange ship managed to catch his eye. This boat was made out of ironwood, making it's hull glow a different color in the rising sun's light. The symbol of a dove in flight was visible on the upside down ship's bow just before the sandline. Something about the ship seemed to cause him pause. Though there was little time for exploring at the moment. He moved on after dropping off the firewood to move the dinghy up the beach where the drow had requested. Aquilan would note that this boat was a lot heavier than it looked. Dragging it up the beach proved to be a slight challenge, however it was doable without too much exertion. After dragging the boat up the beach, he would not the drow has managed to open one of the unravaged crates. Inside of this crate was a sight that would normally be appalling to Zarriia. Dwarven military rations. The crate was packed with them, more than enough to last her and the elf for the greater part of two weeks should they eat nothing else. Not to mention there were two more crates tied down with this one.</s> <\|message\|>Zarriia Ma'doc The Drow glanced up at the doves before dismissing them as not a threat. They were merely doves, but doves meant food. Tempting as it was to string her bow and hunt, it wasn't the time. Not yet. They had supplies, and if worst came to worst she'd resort to eating the elf. It was a horrible thing to do but it was a matter of survival. Zarriia was nothing if not a survivor. The ale would be useful, though not as a drink. It would not be worth while. Better to use it as a weapon, or fuel if it resorted to that. Wedging the ropes off she steadily worked it off the lid, pulling it off quickly. Her sword was ready to attack any threat or deflect it. Letting the ropes remain on the other two she replace the lids and began to dig a pit of the fire. Adjusting it so it was higher on the side with a clear veiw of the beach. "Put the wood for the fire in there. Stack the rest in the boat to help weigh it down." She looked at the spare entrance, checking both the time and weather as she did so. "Don't drink the ale, may be of use later. Three boxes of rations." Her voice gave a deep chuckle. "You have a affinity with fire. Something comes up, dump ale on them and set it on fire." She grinned with a violent glee. "Sounds like a warm bonfire."</s> <\|message\|>Aquilan Reluvethel Quil silently complied with the Drow's commands, his mind on the ironwood wreck on the beach. The insignia on it was strangely familiar to him the way the dwarven emblem was. But he couldn't quite figure out where he had seen it or why it even mattered. Because it symbolizes the civilization you desire to return to, the ellegant voice in his head declared. Is that it? Is that the only reason why I think it's familiar somehow? Quil thought back. Normally, he would have spoken out aloud but he was in close proximity of the drow and he didn't want her to know of his unique situation. He dumped firewood into the pit that the drow had made and the rest into the dinghy. When the phoenix didn't answer, he thought to ask another question. Do you recognize the signs? A haughty voice answered. I do not concern myself with mortal made symbols. Quil sighed just as the drow's sharp voice cut through his thougts. "You have a affinity with fire. Something comes up, dump ale on them and set it on fire." He looked towards the barrel filled with dwarven ale and shrugged his shoulder. He was never really fond of dwarven ale anyway. "As you wish," was all he said. He paused as he quickly reassessed his situation. A drow that would no doubt kill him if she wanted. A phoenix that offered her help but at the same time probably wanted nothing more than to see him dead so she can be free. The leader of the Academy that sent him to the island under the pretense of a scientific mission but in truth wanted him dead. An island that shows no mercy and brought death upon anyone unlucky enough to set foot on its shores. Everything seemed to point to death. Wonderful, he thought sullenly. Surviving may greatly depend on working together with his dark skinned kin. "My name is Aquilan. May I know yours?" he asked in a polite tone of voice.</s> <\|message\|>(first and last.) The sky was absent of clouds as the sun was perhaps two hours away from being directly overhead. Time passed quickly as they scavenged the beach, work no doubt distracting the two elves from the horrid thoughts of death… well, perhaps distracting Aquilan. The fire pit took a while to make as Zarriia had to cut away pieces of the floor so that the wood beneath the fire would not catch flame and burn their shelter to the ground. The sand beneath offered the mound required to stack against the wooden floor. The slight slant to the floor offered an open view of this fire pit to the beach, though not a single ship had washed ashore or passed by during their time so far. As Zarriia filled the firepit with wood and situated the inside of the ship so that they could use it as a shelter, Aquilan would take note of just how desperate his situation was. He had worked to stack the driftwood and planks in the boat to block the other entrance as the drow had previously instructed, making only one entrance to this ship in which a fire pit had been erected near. The deck had a large grated door which would be opened when cargo would be loaded, meaning that the smoke would not be trapped within the hull. This shelter seemed to be quite perfect, however there was a new feeling that overtook both of the elves just as Zarriia would respond to Aquilian's request for her name. A feeling that something was watching them.</s> <\|message\|>Zarriia Ma'doc The sun was yet rising, the day was young and filled with possibilities. Zarriia looked at the imposing cliff side and frowned with a puzzled expression. "My name is Aquilan. May I know yours?" The words broke her concentration upon the dunes of sand and the many scraps of boats. They would need better shelter, a steady source of food. And various other things. Glancing back at the elf, her face looking rather young and blankly open for a small second before her eyes sharpened and her lips twitched down in a frown. What good would her name do them? But then again it was a civil thing. She grumbled a Drowish curse, turning back to look at the dunes. Stalking off across the dunes. "Zarriia Ma'doc." Not looking for a reply she walked, taking note of ships and dismissing fire wood. Looking for more supplies and weapons. Or access to more ships, or other little cubbies hidden amongst the dunes of the beach.</s>	<\|message\|>Aquilan Reluvethel Zarriia Ma'doc. Quil repeated the name in his head to remember. He would have said something else but an overwhelming feeling of someone... or something watching them made him stop. He looked around, his sharp, crimson eyes scouring the area for any sign of life or danger. Sand, the sea, the wreckages, the cliff... Nothing had changed. Nothing was there. Nothing moved. What do you know of this island, Lady? I am sure you have far greater knowledge than both the Drow and I, he asked silently, hoping that the phoenix would have some sort of information that could help. I have little knowledge about this island as it is not a place I would venture out to. My kind avoid it at all costs, came her reply. "Another dead end," he mumbled to himself as he tried to shake off that uneasy feeling. He continued looking around, his right hand on the hilt of his sword, ready for combat if the situation called for it. I would advise that you be wary. Your feeling is not without cause.</s>
<\|description\|>Henry Makokis Pilot Appearance: Henry is an interesting sort. Niether tall and muscular, nor short and stocky. He is a decent 6 feet tall, with a whip like build, quick both physically and mentally. His skin is a leathery red of a person who is used to spending long hours out in the strong sun. Once upon a time his hair was a dark and long black, but now it's a salt and pepper black and grey. What doesn't look like he's been weathered, is his piercing dark eyes. Eyes that seem to stare into a person's soul. A First Nations man of Canada of distinguished appearance. His hair is always cut back into what is called "The Warrior's Braid" a long hefty braid of hair that travels down his back almost to his waist. Personality: Henry is a approachable man. Kind, thoughtful, welcoming. He will be just as likely to crack a obscure joke as he is to start intoning some strange old take of the Cree Peoples. He's an intelligent man, holding Doctorates in Biosciences, Mathematics and Astrophysics. Making him quite educated and erudite. But he'd sooner debate the Edmonton Oilers and the Calgary Flames then whether or no Betelguese is about to go super nova. Backstory: The Great Union of First Nations Communities, a political and social conglomeration of all the American Indian and Canadian First Nations reserves and communities across the North American Continent. A united group for all First Nations people to live peacefully and in prosperity, as well as to have all the comforts and legal means that anyone ele may have. This came about after a long hard fight in political and social arena's around the north american continent and around the world even. Culminating in a massive showing and address with the UN several decades ago. It was a long and hard fought battle. But soon all the myraid number of reserves were recognized as a nation onto themselves. And this Crees and Creeks. Mohawk and Pawnee. Cherokee and Blackfoot. All alike were given the rights and all things they needed to join the rest of the peoples of the world in prosperity. To make sure they could keep this way, as time went on, the GUFNC employed their own defense forces. Helix Frames and small militia groups who patrolled their lands to keep it safe from people who would come in and misuse it. This is where Henry came in. From a young age, he always felt he's something more. Something a little more useful to the Union. A defender. What would be called a Brave among some of the nations. This is what Henry endeavoured to be for the GUFNC. It took a long time, what with his education he wanted to get. He was a slightly older 42 by the time he got his first HELIX Frame. But then when he did get it he declared he'd act as the defender of the rights of all the GUFNC no matter what happened. He spent many years defending the lands of the Saddle Lake, Kehewin and Smokey Lake communities before he was tasked with joining the Snowbirds, a representative from the GUFNC was needed and he was chosen by the Council of Elders and Matriarch. He packed up his belongings, and shipped his HELIX up to the location, arrive just a few mere hours behind it. He boarded up his HELIX and made his way to the Snowbird Base. Instead of defending the lands of his people. He's defending the vast north int he name of everyone. Misc Info: An adherent to the old customs, and spiritual beliefs of the First Nations peoples, he carries a coup stick with him everywhere he goes just in case. One of the first things he did when he arrived on base was to plant a War Post on the grounds of the base and bury the blade of a hatchet into it. Honoring his Mohawk cousin's ways in that moment. And he also offered a braid of sweet grass and a packet of tobacco to a local GUFNC community elder for their blessing. *Despite getting on in years, he's still quite spry. -------------------- HELIX Codename: The Brave Appearance: The Brave is a fast thin Frame model. One of the first Frames that was developed, built and produced exclusively by the GUFNC factories. It's black silver, blue and red frame is well armored for something with it's cross section. And sports the GUFNC mohawk crest on it's head section, made from silvered cabling welded onto the top and back of the head. The hands are extremely agile for a Helix frame of it's shape and size. Class: Medium, 14.5 meters tall Role: CQC, Mid range saturation, Mid range energy based Equipment: Head: The Tri-eye sensor array - Three blue eyes with omni directional sensors that pick up input in Visual, Radar and Infra-red Shoulders: Left - Five-barrel Heavy Gattling laser Cannon Right - Hi-Focus Heavy Plasma Lance (A energy weapon that super heats 3 foot long tungsten bolts then launches them in a tight blast) Back: Ordnance Interdiction system - A 20 round HELIX Frame sized trophy system that can track and pick off missiles, or rockets. Limited ammo, limited usage. Waist: Booster Jets for faster lateral and forward motion. Right Arm: Underslung Defuse-focus High Energy Laser cannon - Fast firing, low damage energy weapon Left and Right hands: The Coup System - Right Hand houses a Large Heated edge Helix Frame sized tomahawk. The Left Hand houses a combat knife, fitted to Helix proportions. Made from Titanium and Osmium composites. Long enough to pierce through the armor of a Frames core with a good amount of power behind it. Legs and feet: High output thrusters and jets designed to give The Brave high enough speed to cover distances quickly to close the distance with an enemy Frame and utilize it's Tomahawk and Knife to good effect. Or to put distance to use it's longer range weaponry.</s> <\|message\|>Henry Makokis A smile graces the First Nations man's face as he directs his attention to Julian. The well dressed young man speaking of his home, and his professions. That of a pilot and a mechanic. A trade, and a good one at that. He slowly nodded, listening and tapping the red tip of the length of wood to his bottom lip. After abit after Julian stopped talking Henry hummed softly, "Thrope's Pier. I can't say I know it. But it sounds ideal. Our home is always a vision of paradise for us. And your goal to make it and your family great again. Oh gaining rank, prestige and recognition. A fine goal. Just don't get lost in the quest for it. There are too many examples of people, men, women of many creeds and many peoples who get lost in a quest for glory. Not all of them come away from it with the greatest of rewards. Some...come away with the opposite. Rather then bathed in glory, they come out bathed in the blood of the innocent and shunned because of the evil they have done." He smiles, "But I'm sure a fine young man like yourself will be perfectly fine." He goes quiet for a time again before Henry speaks again, "As for us all being unique and thus making us all the same. There can be an argument against such an assumption. We may all have the unique traits of being HELIX pilots. But we are all our own seperate being, our personalities and up bringings and goals continue to make us unique despite being the same in the fashion that we are now compatriots." He nods sagely and whirls the painted and decorated length of wood tracing a brief spiral of red in the air. Henry hums, "I am not used to working in a large group like this Julian Brumbles. I am a Warrior, a Brave of the Grand Union of First Nations Communities. We have never had a standing army like United Empire or the Vertex. It's more along the lines of small groups of Warriors and braves protecting the borders of our ancestral lands." He smiles and taps the red tip of the piece of wood on the floor of the carrier, "This is what makes me unique. And the safety of the GUFNC, is what I strive for. My quest, much like yours." He points the length of wood, red tip first at Julian, "I'll count the coup, until my last day, for the safety of my peoples. My cousins."</s> <\|message\|>HELIX Frame Sheet The pilot over in the front smiles, a light chuckle escaping his lips. "We're rounding up on the base, it ain't the prettiest but she works well. I'm going to have to put 'er down on a landing pad a little far away from the main complex, the others are too slippery for this bird with this accursed storm. Go look outside a window or something, main complex is in the middle." The dropship cruises over a hill, revealing the base and all its sprawling components, SAM sites watching the skies for any intruder that dares come close. The base covered layered in white by the snow, a rather uninviting feel within the white hell of Alaska. It used to be calmer before the war broke out, but it's a dangerous bet living here regardless. The dropship circles around the base, switching to VTOL and slowly coming down, gear extending to kiss the ground softly, suspension compressing as the engines power down. The pilot looks back, eyeing the HELIX pilots one by one. "Not much time for sightseeing, aight? Cold and windy out here, best to get inside sooner rather than later." On the ground a dry red word can be seen inscribed upon the wall of the main complex, 'Snowbirds'. With a sharp eye, the motto 'United we hunt. Divided we strike.' is seen below the name. A somewhat cheesy motto for sure, but it serves the purpose quite well. Next to it, a contrasting black door is spotted, well that shows their way in. The other complexes close by seem to be warehouses and a communication station, housing the primary ways to reach out for assistance and reports. A large radar system stands upon another building, smaller ones dotted around the entire area. Armed to the teeth, and with the HELIX hangar being seen not too obviously connected to the main base, this place is surprisingly well hidden yet the feeling of fear could certainly be felt. This place is their home now, their new boss having certainly been here a while. Not to get too distracted, however, the pilot moves a hand to a switch on the side. "Opening her up now, get moving before y'all get bit by the cold." The switch is flipped, the rear door opening up, flipping downwards to form a ramp. Now it's their turn to move, their pilot having brought them all this way.</s>	<\|message\|>Henry Makokis Henry gave another smile at Julian then looked forward as the pilot broadcast to them. He hums and peers out the porthole next to him. He peers out seeing the white of the Alaskan tundra. And down as they flew lower, he could see the outlines of large grey buildings. What looked like a Radar dish and accompanying instruments for it. Warehouses and communications installations. He nodded slowly and as they started to settle in he could see the HELIX frame hanger attached to the main command building. likely their first destination. Though he had other things he needed to do first. As they settled in he grabbed a heavy and thick jacket, made from hide by the look of it. With white wolf pelt around the neck. He also grabbed a kit bag that sat under his seat, and then as they crunched to the ground he stood, and pulled a large 3 meter long quarter of a foot wide pole of wood out of the overhead netting. And with it over his left shoulder and over his right his bag he turned to the way out. "I'll see you all at the command center. I have something I need to do." He gave a wink then trooped out of the lander. His combat boots crunched in the snow as he made path towards the command building, but slightly to one side. To an open area that didn't seem to be used for much more then some old crates that hadn't been shipped out yet. A good place as any. Still took him a little to get there. He looked over his shoulder only once, to check if the others are moving yet. It really didn't matter in the end. They'd get there just like he would. Finally he reached the spot, there he kneeled in the snow and from his kit bag, he brought a broad bladed tomahawk. A length of solid birth wood made the handle, gleaming silvered steel made the head which had various sigils and runes etched into it, ontop of the damascus steel foldings in the blade. At the very end of the handle a length of what looked like bone. Hefty and thick, the handle wrapped with yellow, white, blue and red silk lengths and finally tied to the handle just below the steel head is a quartete of eagle feathers, two of them golden eagle the other two bald eagle. It's a masterwork of some GUFNC craftsman truly. With the hatchet Henry chops one end of the pole down to a point, it's rough and isnt't fancy but it works. He gets to his feet and with a cry of strength he buries the pole 2 feet down and even into the concrete below. He nods sagely and draws a circle around the pole in the snow with the handle of the tomahawk. It's fast then as he swings the tomahawk up, and buries the blade of the hand axe to the handle in the wood of the pole. A resounding war whoop rings out as Henry tilts his head back and whoops to the air. Once...then...another war whoop. Twice...and then finally a third war whoop pierces the air. The sound of the cries echoing off the walls nearby. He relaxes his body, and picks his kit bag back up, "The first step." Said mostly to himself but loud enough for anyone who was curious enough to follow along. Slinging his kit bag up over his shoulders again he makes for the command building again, calling out to anyone to hear, "Anyone who moves that pole or takes that tomahawk! I'll personally tan your hide! Respect the rituals!" He makes his way then to the nearest doors into the command building, figuring he may as well join the rest of the team inside. The Sound of youtube.com/watch?v=sv29DzgiXZA / youtube.com/watch?v=jM8dCGIm6yc and youtube.com/watch?v=-ML74J9Dq2U</s>
<\|description\|>Louisa Faye * Age: 23 * Gender: Female * Appearance: An tall young woman with short fair hair (apparently cut by herself or otherwise cut badly by someone else), a pale complexion and dull blue eyes. Her build is angular and muscular, with any fat that might have gone towards a charming feminine physique ruthlessly utilized elsewhere. * Personality: Louisa (or 'Lou' as she is more commonly known) is approachable, straightforward, and rational in her demeanor, but internally she is haunted by a constant feeling of malaise and dissonance with regards to the path her life has taken, as if her mind has never quite caught up to the massive and traumatic changes of the last five years (i.e. the world ending, moving to the other side of the world, and becoming an experimental bio-weapon), or as if by some vague yet terrible mistake she has ended up living someone else's story. As a result, she can appear distant, or uninterested, or forgetful, and it can take a while for others to make an impression on her. In a practical sense, this resulted in her scoring below average on the psychometric tests of leadership and psychostability issued during her induction to the mechframe programme. * History: Louisa grew up in an utterly unremarkable and featureless housing development somewhere in the English midlands. At 18, she was working part-time as an agricultural worker, whilst her few friends had left to attend university elsewhere in the country, and looking with anxiety towards a decidedly uninteresting future. Needless to say, her plans of small-town angst were cut short when the Warped appeared, and disaster after disaster after disaster followed. Her family was not among those lucky enough to be at the front of the queue of evacuees awaiting resettlement, and after almost two years of delays and confusion they ended up stuck in a temporary housing settlement when an outbreak of Warped swept through. Louisa was seriously injured, but not fatally, and with the queue of evacuees infront of them substantially shortened by the attack, within a week her family was abled to receive settlement inside the Greater London Fortified Zone. With the medical services under massive strain, Louisa was given rushed and largely inadequate triage surgery for her wounds, and kicked out with little more than a dose of antibiotics and a prayer. Almost miraculously - or, in hindsight, suspiciously - she seemed to recover successfully with incredible speed, and disappeared into the obscurity of the desperate millions clining onto civilization. Two years later, whilst receiving an X-ray for a fractured rib she received whilst working as a labourer on the city walls, she was surprised when a squad of men resembling a SWAT team in business suits unceremoniously black-bagged her and tossed her into emergency military quarantine. It turned out that whatever doctor had triaged her two years previously had not noticed, or at least not considered, the Echidna parasite well-established but apparently dormat in her body. The following months - was it a year now? - passed as a blur, as after threats of jailtime, medical experimentation, and exile were thrown around, Louisa met with a woman representing a Japanese organization launching some kind of scholarship programme targetted at rare parasitized but stable humans. She offered protection, evacuation and specialist training to Louisa, with apparently no strings attached. With weeks of isolation and a lifetime of boredom pressing on her mind, it was the easiest choice she had ever made. --- * Skills: Louisa does not have many party tricks. She had few hobbies before the end of the world, and fewer after. Her main penchant is her raw physical potential, possessing a strong naturally frame trained by (at this point) years of labour and occassional contact rugby with her local evacuee community team. In a professional capacity as a mechframe pilot, this makes her a reliable and competitive training partner. In an everyday capacity, this means she can... get the lids off jars with ease, carry heavy bags, and move furniture without any trouble. * Chi-Mechframe: Grendel + Appearance: + Abilities: The Grendel Chi-Mechframe was developed using a core taken from a monstrous, heavily armoured wyrm-like Warped, inspiring a bulky design with high-density plating. The frame is not designed to be maneuverable or fast, instead opting for sheer mass and defensive capabilities, allowing the user to pull off a high impact charge once or twice to insert them into the center of combat, and then giving them the protection to endure staying in place afterwards. In line with this, Louisa has trained in a static, highly defensive style of combat, opting to tie down enemies, get in their way, and otherwise provide openings for her teammates to do their thing. Grendel comes with an attuned heavy glaive, that can be thrown at short range and recalled to the mechframe. The glaive itself is configurable, extending either to its default glaive-configuration or retracting to form a cleaver sword. In essence, Grendel is uncomplicated and elegant, harnessing the Warped power of a Chi-Mechframe into a classic suit of frontline armour. * Other:: N/A.</s> <\|message\|>Xuan-Yu Lang Wait, Elise was actually going to get changed? Xuan-Yu rolled his eyes as she turned to leave, still rocking his own t-shirt and sweatpants combination. Maybe he just…won't expect her to be able to pick up any zingers from now on. What a serious kiddo. He scratched his head as she went off, leaving him with Louisa, who also seemed more than a little confused. "Naw, three's a party n all," Xuan-Yu replied. "I'm sure the folks downstairs wouldn't mind seeing another pretty face either." Verdict was still out there whether Lou was pretty, of course, but that wasn't the sort of jab he was planning on throwing right after a fight. Whatever thoughts he had, however, was disrupted by the near-catastrophic entrance of Hoshiko. The older man grimaced at the way she contorted her body in order to stabilize the boxes. At his age, considering his occupation, he was already feeling the youthfulness seep out of his own spine, so to watch that happen, her lower back bending out almost like a 'C' was painful, to say the least. He let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding, before helping receive the boxes of fried chicken with Elise. "Careful with your feet, wrecking ball," Xuan-Yu said. "Don't wanna be that top-heavy yet." With the VTOL loaded up and the others ready enough to go, all that remained was the hanger door. There was a spot of tension, of course. A hanging question mark as to whether the door would actually open or not, but Xuan-Yu was willing to take a hit his cross-country brothers: if it didn't open, it would open once Deathstalker kickstarted it. So they descended, the floating elevator taking the most direct route to the airfields that had been cleared out by the Japanese forces beforehand, with Xuan-Yu doing his due diligence with announcing codes and locations beforehand. With new advancements in how scouting functioned in the post-Warped world, security cameras being around the perimeter and surveillance drones being used to establish wider autonomous patrols meant that most who were on-duty and off-duty were more or less concentrated in the same camp. Convenient enough for his own purposes then. Night shifts were shitty enough. And of course, the first person they met was in fact quite shitty! While Elise fumbled with the introduction, Xuan-Yu opened up the back of the aircraft instead, allowing just a whiff of the still-warm chicken to waft out. He poked his head out from behind the VTOL next, a sardonic grin on his face. "Evening motherfuckers. The girls made too much chicken and no one even drinks up there. Airsickness and all, yeah? Anyhow, the big boss had the bright idea to send 'em off to the troops here, and here we are. Also super awkward to have just bounced the moment the operation ended, even with commander's orders n everything, so these lovely ladies here wanted to shake hands and chat with the boys too." He shot a wink at Elise and Louisa. "Anyhow, that's the gist of it. There a kitchen you've got for me to set up and portion things out in? Ain't enough to feed the whole army if it's a first-come-first-served deal, y'see."</s> <\|message\|>Norika Dulac Norika watched the others. It was good to see that they were in high spirits. Despite their differences, they seemed to gel well. However she still had her doubts about that pretty-boy Xuan-Yu. While Fukada was someone Norika might lose her temper with, she seemed kind enough. Maybe a little stupid, but kind. Xuan-Yu was definitely the type she'd "accidentally" shoot out in the field if he pushed her buttons enough. The others, though, seemed to be good eggs. Kim, Faye, and Constantina were solid and dependable; she hadn't worked with Drakos enough to form an opinion; and though Constanza rubbed Norika the wrong way, she could tolerate her antics. She ate slowly, wondering if she could get access to any of her teammates' files. It would be a concise way of getting to know about them more, and she wouldn't have to paste a fake smile on her face to talk with them. Definitely sounded like a win-win to Norika. "You'll never make friends thinking like that." Her mother's voice. Words came back on occasion, usually when Norika didn't want them to. But in this case she had a point. Once dinner was wrapped up, she'd go to the most approachable first.</s>	<\|message\|>Louisa Faye Stepping out of the relatively cramped confines of the VTOL into the dark expanse of the army encampment, Louisa was now roughly 75% certain she hadn't third wheel'd her way into a date between Lang and Elise. Although, either way, she thought, with Hoshiko there, that would make a fourth wheel. Wouldn't that make our social vehicle that much more stable? Maybe that isn't how the analogy is supposed to work. Wait, what am I doing... Snapping out of it, Louisa realised someone had received them, and turned her attention towards the conversation as Akio began speaking. She smiled faintly as he spoke, feeling slightly overwhelmed and disappointed that her hope of relaxing with an after-work drinking sesh had manifested into... uh... more work. Still, it was interesting to return to something resembling reality, after what felt like far too long pinging between the two extremes that were the gratuitous luxury of the Horizon and the adrenaline-numbed madness of combat. Looking around, she felt strangely nostalgic, as the features of the evacuation camps she had spent most of her post-warped life in were recognisable all around her. The smell, the sounds, the constant juxtaposition people trying to feel at home and remain human in an environment that was by its nature transient and alienating. It had a certain 'soul' to it that was absent abord the Horizon. On the other hand, the fact that a spartan military encampment on the frontlines reminded her of the evacuation camps - where thousands of civilians and their families spent years living - highlighted just how awful the situation had been for her back then, and how awful it continued to be for most people, and how absurdly fortunate she had been to randomly stumble into the precious security of the chi-mechframe programme. As Xuan-yu finished speaking, despite feeling somewhat awkward about being associated with his very much no-nonsense introduction, she found herself agreeing - the least they could do for these people was hand out some god-damned fried chicken. She bowed slightly - that's what you did, right? - and held out her hand to Aiko to shake it. "I'm Louisa. Pleased to meet you, um, Kougami-san. Is it okay for us to be here?"</s>
<\|description\|>Suavo Gender: Male Element: Gravity Kanohi: Kanohi Rode, Mask of Truth (currently powerless) Appearance: While being shorter than most other matoran, Suavo still mangaes to stand out in a crowd. His armour is black as midnight from his head to his feet, but slashes of colour run down his limbs and across his torso. These purple and gold highlights are each about the length of his hand, but only as wide as a finger or two. He wears a silver great-shaped kanohi rode. Occupation: Suavo is a carnival performer. He sings, dances, and performs a variety of tricks for the entertainment of other matoran. He will be performing at the upcoming Red Star festival. Description: Suavo is a lively and quick-witted little matoran, who lives very much in the moment. He very much enjoys performing for other people, but almost even more, Suavo loves experiencing new things, be they places, people or activities. One drawback of this is that he can be an impulsive risk-taker. This is tempered, however, by his wide knowledge and understanding of the world that Suavo has gained by being so well travelled and having explored many parts of Kongero Nui through his role in the carnival. He has been around enough that whenever he gets into a sticky situation, he can remember a similar experience and how he got out of that one. Tools: A wooden flute Relationships: Suavo has connected briefly with many matoran over the course of his travels. Due to his itinerant nature, however, he sees most of them but rarely, and mostly socialises with his colleagues and whoever happens to be coming by the carnival. Hura: Kumanu: Akilia: Vhis: Aiko: Journal: Nothing just yet. Bag: • Costume • Bag of tricks • 100 widgets</s> <\|message\|>Aiko Fe-Congro With the celebration happening, other matoran's setting up decorations and things, Aiko sat near one of the many stalls that we're being set up. She came here to stock up on a few things, that was before she got sidetracked after she was asked if she needed a job. She accepted, doing something like this made her feel accepted. Almost. While sitting to the side, the green Le-Nomad stared out into space, thinking about what to do next. While she may have seemed day dreaming, she hopped away from the stall that was being made; slinking away to be unnoticed by the owner. "What do next.." Aiko mumbled to herself, kicking a stone out of the way. Out of her knowledge, the green Le-Nomad may have kicked it a little too hard; hitting the one that was getting out of the cart.</s> <\|message\|>Kumanu Suavo Suavo had just found a promising stall when a small pebble plinked off his mask. Quick as a flash, he shot out his arm and caught the tiny rock in nimble fingers. Spotting the sheepish-looking matoran who had kicked it, the performer decide to introduce himself. "Well, hello there." he began. "You know, I've just arrived form Po-Congro, and I think they'd be interested in this little custom. Throwing a rock at someone to greet them? I could see that catching on down south. My name's Suavo, by the way." He extended his hand to her, then opened it to revel the pebble he had caught, and gently flicked it at the top of her mask. Kumanu Well, the little Bo-matoran seemed to be recovering well from his fall, which relieved Kumanu a great deal. He was up and talking, still a little flustered and disjointed, but seemingly uninjured and reasonably sound of mind. "It's a combination of kanoka, cajolery and cleverness." Kumanu explained. "This little monkey, for example, had been pilfering fruit from storehouses at night, so all I had to do was set out some food and wait. A couple of weakening disks later, he started feeling very sleepy, and now here we are. I'm going to rehome him in the colony here, and hopefully the wild brakas will show him a more acceptable diet." The Bo-matoran had introduced himself, so Kumanu responded in kind, taking the other matoran's hand and shaking it. "Anyway, are you sure you're fine? It's best not to be out here after dark."</s> <\|message\|>Aiko Fe-Congro Stopping in mid-step, the Le-Nomad turned to face the different coloured matoran only to tilt her head to one side out of confusion. Aiko started to get more confused about what the other said about a new custom, throwing rocks at others. "I sorry... I no mean to kick rock hard." Aiko started, only to have the small pebble to ricochet off of her mask. She simply watched the pebble fall onto the ground. "Name Aiko. Good to meat Suabo." Aiko grinned, knowing she may have butchered his name. Completely forgetting about the rock that was being thrown between the two of them, the Le-Nomad stepped up to Suavo with a little curiosity. She was much taller than he is. She could tell where he was from, she had been all over Kongero Nui. "Do little Matoran, Suabo, trable with them?" She asked, mentioning the carnival that recently came to Fe-Congro.</s> <\|message\|>Hura Bo-Congro "Kanoka..." he repeated the word, mulling it over for a moment in his mind, "We don't have them Bo-Congro-side." There was another pause. Hura idly clicked the ends of his gathering staff together, keeping his hand from becoming stiff. "Where do you get them Ko-Matoran Kumanu?" inquired the Bo-Matoran, referring still to the Kanoka disks. It was then that he noticed, in particular detail, the item which Kumanu held. It seemed to be a large forked device with a pivoting handle, but for the life of him, Hura couldn't seem to remember seeing one before. Had it something to do with the Kanoka? Before he could ask, however, Kumanu again questioned his safety. I'm out here same as you, he replied, raising his gathering staff slightly, "I know my way here-and-back. Might not make it back to the city's inside before darkness for you though," he offered, as the sun had already gone low enough to cast gloomy shadows in the distance of the Green. De-Congro Vhis's grey fist clenched tightly. Although she had had some time in the silence to herself, her ire was still raised. "Bothersome noisy Ta-Matoran... bothersome noisy festival..." she murmured under her breath, "Well, I'll be at the festival. But I'll go for my own reasons, not theirs," and it seemed in that moment, she calmed, a breath slipping from her before she spoke again, though she seemed something akin to relieved, "And then... it won't matter."</s> <\|message\|>Rauta Fe-Congro The sun already setting, Rauta decided that it was time to close the shop and go out to look around the Red Star Festival, or rather setting up of it. He was exited as he did like the festival and it was just around the corner. once he set out, he admired the amount decoration dedicated by the Fe-matoran, feeling that while impressive, 'He could do better'. He did not sell his wares on a stall as he held a belief that for something to be truly satisfactory it had to be made specifically for the client. While he was walking around he saw there were already some people from outside of Fe-Congro and as he approaches He recognizes one matoran especially, Suavo. It's not hard to recognizes him as he is bot well known and has black armor highlighted by purple and gold. While he doesn't have any personal ties with Suavo, Rauta has seen his performances. He decides to approach him and a matoran with Dark pine green armor highlighted by neon green stripes going down the center. as he approaches he sees Suavo gently flick a pebble at his mate. "Hi there, you are Suavo aren't you? What makes you arrive this early?" He questions and looks over to the the one in green before introducing himself, "My name is Rauta an I'm a blacksmith, I have a forge little further from the center." "I hope I didn't disturb anything" and before even letting anyone take a breath he asks, "Who's she?"</s> <\|message\|>Kumanu Suavo The other matoran still seemed awkward about the rock, even though Suavo had attempted to make light of it and brush the incident off. The thing that surprised him, however, was her dialect. As a le-matoran, he had expected her to be adding in extra words, not dropping them out. It was intriguing, to say the least. A matoran like this would have some great stories to share, he was sure. Before he could formulate a reply, however, another, industrious-looking matoran joined the pair. "Why yes, yes I am!" he replied to the newcomer, taking his hand and shaking it enthusiastically. "And, no, come on in! We were just getting to know each other. This lovely lady is named Aiko, by the way. Why don't you both come back to my tent with me, and we can have this conversation over a few cups of bula juice? Kumanu "It's a powered disk" Kumanu explained. "They're used all over the place in the inner districts, and there are all different types. This one is a levitation disk, which lets me float the cage instead of lifting it, and similar kanoka in my vehicle float that, while others give it speed. I'll be fine, as soon as I've dropped off this brakas. Speaking of which..." The white and blue matoran climbed on top of the wooden crate and started using a crowbar to lever off the door. Nails creaked loudly as they bent and then came free as Kumanu jumped off of the crate to put all his weight down on the bar. The cage slammed open, and its occupant barrelled out. The monkey didn't look back as it sprinted away into the forrest, keen to escape its imprisonment.</s> <\|message\|>Rauta Fe-Congro Rauta "Sure, I'll come along, for a chat" Rauta Followed Suavo to the tent while marveling how well the festival was coming together. stopping on the way to get some fried dikapi leg and then hurriedly caught up to the others, already eating his food. When they arrive to the tent he felt awestruck as he never imagined to coming to a place like this.</s> <\|message\|>Hura Bo-Congro Hura's shoulders hunched a bit, his arms folding slightly, a hand cupping his chin in thought. "Sounds... complicated," the Bo-Matoran responded. He was curious as to how these Kanoka were made, or what could possibly compose them to give them such powers, when the Brakas was released, dashing off. His heart sank a little, his eyes visibly dimming, as a moue of consternation took his visage, seeming to shift the blue marks on his mask slightly. "The Vuata Maka's just that way," he pointed out, indicating the same direction in which the Rahi fled with his gathering staff, "With that wandering around though..." he began. However, he cut himself short, trailing off. Admitting that the brakas made him nervous wasn't exactly easy. Some of the other Bo-Matoran found his aversion towards large Rahi to be dishonorable.</s> <\|message\|>Kumanu Kumanu "I wouldn't worry about that if I were you" Kumanu assured the Bo-matoran. "You saw how keen he was to get away from matoran and anything to do with us just now. He'll be tired and just wanting to sleep somewhere safe for the rest of the night. Picking a fight should be the last thing that brakas will want to do." "You'll be fine. Really."</s> <\|message\|>Aiko Not too sure what was going on, but the Le-Nomad followed the other two, kicking some more rocks on the way. Aiko trotted behind them, gazing at all the stalls and vendors that were being set up; her attention spans too short to noticed that the other two were gone. "Maybe buy dis one, and day one..." She told herself. Glancing up to find that the other two had left her behind, she shrugged as she continued to watch the vendors and stalls being set up for the time being.</s> <\|message\|>Hura Bo-Congro The Bo-Matoran raised an eyebrow. It wasn't in actual suspicion, or distaste, but rather, a misplaced, slightly judgmental pleading. Hura really did not want to go alone, not after having such a delay, and the brakas being on the move. "Are you sure you can make it into the city before nightfall?" he asked, a slight pleading in his voice, urging the Ko-Matoran to at least travel with him, being that Hura had no way to defend himself.</s> <\|message\|>Suavo Suavo Suavo moved cheerily through the burgeoning festival site. Swirling lights of many colours popped up all over as more and more carnival magic came together, and the bright little matoran moved as if he were one of them. He called out loud greetings and friendly jibes to many others as they passed by, leaping like a spark of flame between each new encounter before spinning off towards the next. When Rauta stopped to buy some Dikapi, Suavo picked up a bottle of deep green bula juice as tall as his kanohi and flourished it about as he continued on towards his own tent.Pushing back the flap, he flopped down onto the bright green camp cot inside, leaving the chairs opposite for the other matoran. "So, my friend" he began, "what brings you to my humble tent on this wonderful night?" Kumanu The Bo-matoran wasn't taking his reassurances to heart, and even though there was truly little danger, the fear still remained. It seemed that there was nothing else for it. He couldn't let the Bo-matoran goo home alone and in the dark. "I can" Kumanu told him. "Though I could go with you if you want"</s> <\|message\|>Rauta Fe-Congro Rauta "You invited me and Aiko to have a conversation in this not-really-humble-at-all tent of your's on this fine night. I think that's something that could bring me here" He spoke, betraying only a little annoyance in his voice as he replied to what he thought was an obnoxious having just been told why. Just like an after thought he added "and for that matter, where did she go? wasn't she coming along also?". He glanced at the way they came from before focusing his attention on back Suavo finishing his fried dikapi leg.</s>	<\|message\|>Suavo "How very literal of you" Suavo noted dryly. "But no, that's not what I meant. Sure, I invited you to my tent, and then the lady stopped off to get something, but what brings you here, to the festival? To the whole bright lights, big city! Here, to the food and celebration, to the magic!"</s>
<\|description\|>Vitra "Spook" Leon "Our relationship is strictly business. Nothing more, nothing less." Age: 24 Sex: Female Height: 5'7" – 170cm. Weight: 132lbs – 60kg Role: Anselmo Ranger Skills: Survival Expert - Growing up in an Outpost Village has equipped Spook with the abilities to subsist and live in the Outlands. Concealed Weapons Expert - Spook has done extensive training with SMGs and pistols, rendering her used to their recoils and firing patterns. Duelist - A virtuoso in swordplay, Spook is highly experienced with sharp, handheld weapons. Namely swords and knives. Weaponry: Monomolecular Sword – A single-edged sword, designed to prove that the blade is still a valid weapon in today's world. Theoretically, it can cut through anything. In practice, it can cut through a lot of things, but concrete is about it's limit. Fusilaut 113 - A PDW designed after the Apocalypse, it's lightweight and internally suppressed to hide someone's presence in the field. Suppressor technology has not advanced to total silence and is still quite loud. M2271 "Nailgun" – The workhorse of handguns, the M1911, has been reinvented following the Apocalypse. While bulkier, the M2271 has proved cost efficient to produce and beyond reliable, much like it's predecessor. Equipment: Traveler's Cloak - A thick, black and yellow cloak that's resistant to most types of weather. Provides great insulation against the cold. Breathing Apparatus - A gas mask that covers the entire head, protecting Spook's identity. Provides protection against harmful gasses, radiation, and whatnot. Leatherbound Journal – A simple journal bound in brown leather, complete with a clasp on the side. It is assumed that there's also some kind of writing implement to go with it. Backstory: Spook has given this as her straightest response to her history. She was born in the outpost village of West Stonewall to a Seer of a mother and a Guardian for a father. She grew up with a rough start which made her adapt to the life of the wilderness, which explains her pension for doing exceptionally well in survival scenarios. She went to school with a small group of seven other kids, they were all really close. This was confirmed by one of the other survivors of the town, Damien Wiel. They used to go on hunts together in their teenage years. It was during one of these hunts that she was disfigured, which explains why she wears the mask. If it's as bad as she's described it, it's understandable why she wears it. Moving on, she says she came to Anselmo following the destruction of West Stonewall by two bear-like beasts. She's described the attack in great detail. She had been washing the dishes after her family had eaten dinner as the ground started to shake. She rushed to the window to find what was essentially two giant, furry lumps coming over the horizon, and she knew immediately what was happening. She ran to grab one of the guns the family kept in the house, which ended up being the Jericho she still has to this day, found everyone, and took off running. Due to the fact that it was an outpost village, there were only two casualties in the attack, though it was still an experience for something that large to come after your livelihood. Some of the refugees left for other villages to either warn the inhabitants or find new places to live. The rest, obviously including Spook, made a pilgrimage to Anselmo and integrated into the city almost seamlessly. Most of the survivors became either Guardians or Rangers. She was sixteen at the time. She took a job in a bakery for four years until the execution of a convicted witch by the name of Victoria Reikarn. This employment was confirmed by Syphax Aquilus, owner of the establishment, and he said he was sad to see her go. Why she chose to become a Ranger then is unknown, maybe her wanderlust had kicked in at twenty, or maybe she had a hunger to return to the outlands where she had once lived. Quite frankly, we don't care though. She's done exceptional work in the field so far, and we have every intention to hang onto her. A note on the execution, she was just as transfixed by the loss of life as everyone else present, though she seemed oddly quiet given the atmosphere of a party. One thing stands out in particular about a single mission, she was the lone survivor of something. All the Rangers got for a report was that something terrible descended on the group and she was powerless to stop it. She's refused to tell more on the matter and walled herself off for about a week before she went back into the field. Beyond this, all there is is rumors. One states that she slaughtered an entire village of Wild Ones that posed a threat to an outpost, another says that she saved part of the Port District from a pack of rabid dogs. One even says she exposed several corrupt politicians in the Civil District, and while they turned out to be taking bribes, there's no evidence connecting her to the case. One thing is for sure, though. She's seen as a paragon by the people, despite coming across as a pariah. Wish: To reclaim the wilderness and send the Other back to the Other. Trauma: Watched helplessly as her old team was killed by a terrible monster. She's become even more silent than usual since then.</s> <\|message\|>Matthew Reed "You bet your sorry ass I'll fish you out of any hot spot, sir," Reed replied to Cross with a grin masked by his flight helmet. He had the easy job: drop off Rangers, fly off around fifty miles as to not bring monsters to the Rangers, set the autopilot to do loops in the area, and wait till he heard a transition from the team. He sometimes got bored, but he'd usually read the latest news on outposts and military accomplishments to keep up to date. Reed reopened the troop bay camera on his HUD, watching and listening as the Captain talked to everyone, meeting and greeting the men and women who'd watch his back, and him their's. Soldiers always seemed to need to converse before a mission, it seemed to help to know that everyone was as nervous as you were. It let some of the pressure off of your chest. He was sure there were exceptions, but usually, he always heard the same chit chat about being nervous. On another note, Reed still wondered why they had to bring one of those large cats with them. The Nasri were just weird people and now he would have hair all over his troop bay. Better than dead and dying soldiers, he supposed, but he had allergies to cats. He sighed, watching the ground whirl by through his golden visor. "And on your right, you'll see a few nomad giants. They're slow moving and pretty lazy, as many of you probably know. I see their groups lazily wandering the area during most flights. Pretty passive too, once watched them pass by a Ranger camp without disturbing them. After they ate what resembled some elephants, of course. Scavengers, if you ask me." Reed said, giving him something to talk about. The Rangers probably didn't care, and he didn't care if they cared. They had the mission to think about, that was what mattered.</s> <\|message\|>Reggie "Rig" Wolfe Rig smiled to himself at the responses and chatter. Before he knew it the idle nature of the conversation was helping. He looked again to each face, covered or otherwise of the people around him. Some where a lot more threatening then others. The medic looked like a simple enough guy, but of course he wasn't. Medical training and a seer? Bud's got talent. The strange cat lady was also a point of notice. He didn't like the big thing she was bringing with her. He also didn't like the fact that after this flying bucket landed, he'd be on one himself. He shuddered at the thought. Maybe she could give him some tips on the creatures later. "I've just got Lyme disease, pox, a cold, and uhm, the black death last time I checked. Nothing to stress over." He chided over to James. He was glad to be joking at a time like this. Like captain's saying, they are going into a completely undocumented scenario. He hoped they could talk like this most of the trip. "Luckily for you captain, I fix engines in my sleep. So there's nothing to worry about." As the pilot lit up the comms, he looked out to the side of the vehicle. He may have been away from the outside, but he could still see those big things. He wasn't scared per say, but seeing them reminded him once again of his reality. This wasn't a pub they were sitting in, it was a delivery. Soon he'd be on the ground, expected to deal with things of at least that size. He sighed to himself, trying to let his smile drift too far away. At least those one's wont eat me.</s> <\|message\|>Nathaniel James Holland Morran@MechonRaptor@Mega Birb@13org@deadpixel101@Mataus Nathaniel shook his head. "No no. There is a deference. If you're saying your nervous, your cocky, arrogant, ignorant. You don't respect the Wild. What it stands for, what it does to people, military and civvi alike. But fear-" He nodded as he leaned forward, looking through the commander with a thousand yard stare, subtle wide eyes and a light smirk. It would seem almost like a crazed look with a touch of amusement. He could be confused with a wildling if Jake hadn't read up on his profile, which James figured he must've. He did when he ran Jester. "Fear is that primal instinct that helps even the most sophisticated and civilized men and women survive in the sea of death which is the Wild. It humbles you, it shows you respect what's out there. Without it, your nothing more than meat to something bigger and deadlier. We're no longer the apex predators of the animal kingdom, not any more, not with Leviathans and god knows what else mucking about. With all due respect sir, I believe fear and nervousness are different. Though they intertwine they are different entities in their own right. Call me crazy or call me wise, fuck, call me an asshole. I don't care...With all due respect." He sighed, two plumes of smoke exiting his nose as he sat back and looked down to his rifle. He nodded, leaning his head to the side. "But I guess with this being said I should say that I've lived out in the Wild a good portion of my life as a scavenger accompanying rangers into the Wild. Lived in Outpost Archeron. I scavenged for a while but some shit happened that forced my hand. Joined the military and the ranger division. Why? so I can come out here into the Wild and keep doing what I like doing. Guess you can say I'm an adrenaline junkie for shit like this. Now as for what brought me here? Transferred. Jester was shutdown. Reasons are classified but before I lead them, I watched over them like an angel. I was three angels in one. I was their guardian angel, the angel of vengeance and the angel of death. I hold the ranger's marksmen record with a confirmed kill over 2200 meters with this baby here." He tapped his rifle with a grin. "So basically I'm here to watch you all run into the fray as I find a nice comfy tree or piece of land to lay in and watch over your asses. Especially yours Isis...Woof. He laughed as he looked at Isis. A lighthearted jab at her. He looked back over the crew. "I'm the Grim Reaper ladies and gents. My touch of death can be felt a mile plus away before you here my call. By then I have moved on. Nothing more than a faint whisper in history." There was the slight crazed smirk of his. Internally he was scared shitless. This mission brought him past his comfort zone. Well into the brush. Creatures of the abyss wandered this expansive hellhole. in droves. Past the nearest outpost, past any decent form of sanctuary but despite this fear, he felt serenity. This was like a second home to him with a love hate relationship. It was like the old world when people would dive with sharks or skydive. Death was an immediate threat before jumping in with sharks or jumping out of a perfectly good aircraft. But in the moment one got inches from a Great White, or when they let gravity take them thousands of feet back to earth, it was the closest thing to being alive anyone could get without dying. But as he has seen, in those final moments of someone's life, is when life's greatest question "Why are we here?" is answered. The answer: To survive...</s>	<\|message\|>Vitra "Spook" Leon Spook scoffed at Jake telling her to ease it up with her weapons, though she still complied and sheathed the sword on her back. "Just 'cause I'm being pessimistic doesn't mean I'm wrong." She leaned forward and stashed the whetstone somewhere on her person, though exactly where was a mystery. Otherwise, she nodded to what the others said, at least until Nate had a psychotic break and started calling himself the Grim Reaper. At this, she looked up at him, blank stare of the mask calling him on his shit before she even said anything. "Bullshit. Ninety-six has the farthest confirmed kill, 2500 meters. Took a Wild One Chieftain's head clean off, fucker was dead before he hit the ground. You're in seventh, behind Gunnery Sergeant Carlos Hathcock, at 2,286 meters with an M2 Browning machine gun." She took a second to let the fact sink in, that he was eighty-six meters short of outranging an automatic weapon. And then she picked up where she left off. "You're eighty-six meters short of a guy in a jungle with a machine gun, and three-hundred of the record. You wanna go for it? By all means, but everything out here is pissed off enough to know you're shooting at it from four miles away. Now are you done being edgy?" Spook sat back and crossed her arms and legs, right foot bouncing lightly to keep the time. She happened to glance over at Isis while she awaited some kind of response. Nate was right about one thing, she had to admit; she had an ass to kill for.</s>
<\|description\|>Raiya Mamushi Female Age 24 Appearance 5'6" Lean flexible athletic build Light skin (Japanese) Appears to have shoulder length jet black slightly spikey hair from the front. However her hair splits into parts, taking the longer half and tying it together at the neck into a downwards facing ponytail that reaches her middle back. Medium sized ahoge, more of angular/rigid spike shape, changes based on their mood/emotions. And electrical charge in battle. Dark drab blueish-gray/steel left eye. Yellow right eye with a slit shaped pupil. Eyebrow over her left eye has a slit break in it towards the outer middle. Irezumi tattoos: Right arm- Nagasode style sleeve tattoo extending down to her wrist. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a green snake with a red belly coiling down her arm with it's head ending at her outer wrist. Left arm- Shichibu style sleeve tattoo extending down to her middle forearm. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a blue snake with a yellow belly coiling up her arm with it's head resting on the front of her upper shoulder. Kanji for Mamushi 蝮 (pit viper) tattooed in black on the inner blank space of her forearm. Back- Her entire back is covered in large nara black ink clouds for a background. And a large tattoo of the giant 8 headed and tailed snake Yamata no Orochi, various flowers, and lightning bolts in the foreground. Slightly elongated fang canine teeth on the top and bottom as compared to normal people. Teeth are overall sharper. Ear piercings- Left: Two slim steel rings on their lobe. Helix cuff. Right: Circular silver stud on their lobe. Smaller steel cuff at the middle of the outer ear/lower helix. Black painted nails. Customized slightly oversized black leather asymmetrical moto jacket. Worn unzipped with belt hanging loose. Steel curb chain necklace that extends down to her chest. Medium sized silver upside down cross pendant. Zip-up black hoodie. Worn under her jacket with the hood laid over the jackets collar. Worn unzipped often with the sleeves pulled up to her elbows. Vintage oversized heavy metal band T-shirts, some with the sleeves cut off. Worn over fishnet shirt. (Metallica, Slayer, Iron Maiden, Led Zeppelin, Megadeth) Long sleeve black fishnet shirt. Sleeve extends into a fishnet fingerless gloves on the left but is cut off at the wrist on the right. Silver signet ring on right middle finger with an upside down cross engraved in it. Mokume-gane Ouroboros shaped ring with pink jeweled eyes on left index finger. Steel cuban link chain bracelet on right wrist. Steel studded black leather belt. Steel chain hanging down at her right side. One end attached to a belt loop, the other to a pocket watch manadial. Worn/faded slim dark indigo Japanese selvage denim jeans. (Black or stonewash alt. colors) Black with white accents Onitsuka Tiger Mexico 66 running shoes. Black calf length open toe and heel socks. Secondary hairstyle reference (Somewhere in between the two) Close type of ponytail style reference Raiya specializes in destructive magic. She is a master of electrical spells, and ruinous spells. She has a great foundation in most all Catholic magics as well as some Japanese Zen Buddhist/Shinto magic. As with her fascination of Japan, she also has a great fascination with snakes and has developed snake themed fighting style and magic. Every so often she sheds her skin, this makes her immune to aging. With her magic powers, she also has the ability to control certain light metals. Raiya's parents, Japanese immigrants, owned a successful Japanese cuisine restaurant chain in New York City. Both parents died in a burglary gone wrong leaving Raiya orphaned in infancy. With a large mana constitution, Raiya was immediately adopted by the Catholic cathedral and put into mage training. Growing up in the New York Cathedral, she always shadowed Felix and thought of him as her older brother. Raiya was always proficient in magic, and her studies reflected that. Raiya achieved the rank Grand-Mage at the age of seventeen. At the age of twenty she was sent with two other grand-magi to investigate the sudden disappearance of a remote village in Italy. The village was razed, not so much as a 2x4 left standing upright. Investigating the trace of mana waves left by the spell she made her way to a nearby mountain where she found on a cliff-side the definite point of origin of the spell. Looking around the point of origin she found footprints. The foot prints looked exactly like the sole tread of a typical Catholic Magi officer. The level of destruction and the fact that the mana waves left by the spell accounted for only one spell, coupled with the footprint meant the evidence pointed toward an Arch-mage or higher to be the cause of the destruction. Once she returned to the Vatican, she provided the evidence in a council meeting. The council thanked her for the evidence provided but stated that they would be conducting the investigation from then on. Even though the council told her to no longer investigate this issue, Raiya continued the investigation on her own. Looking into the records of those who were gone the night of the destruction of the remote village, she narrowed it down to two, Arch-mage Thadeus and Arch-mage Felix. After obtaining this information, Raiya investigated both Thadues and Felix's living quarters. She discovered that Felix had never even worn his uniform boots, as he wore his own more comfortable combat boots. Thadeus, on the other hand, did not have any other pairs of footwear besides the ones on his feet, which were the uniform boots. Learning of this information but knowing the Vatican council would never listen to her, she approached Felix whom she knew was innocent. She told Felix all of the information she had obtained, but Felix brushed her aside saying that the Vatican was conducting their own investigation and to go against their demands to keep the investigation within their selected team would mean excommunication, even if the information was correct. Felix told her that he would not tell anyone about her own investigation, but pleaded with her to keep quiet about the issue until the Vatican completed their investigation. Raiya couldn't believe what she was hearing, that her cold hard evidence was being brushed aside because of protocol. But what's more, that the investigation team was comprised with Thadeus's brother as a member meant surely that Thadeus would never be convicted of this crime. All of this put into perspective Raiya's membership with the magi, and soon after she left the magi and Catholicism altogether. When she left two others left with her, the other two grand-magi that were on her initial investigation team with her. Soon after they left, they returned to NYC. Because the Vatican saw them as Apostates, they froze all their accounts and social security information, forcing them to make money through means less savory. Instead of falling into despair, Raiya and her two peers adopted the shady lifestyle altogether. Through their magic abilities, it wasn't long before they were running the biggest criminal organization in NYC. Raiya still resides to this day in NYC with the other two magi as her right hand women. Raiya is seemingly devoid of any positive emotion. Her normal demeanor could be described as aloof. She is seen as a hard nosed, unwavering leader. This makes her well respected by her subordinates in the gang she runs. Though, to those who know her well enough she can be lighthearted. She has a short temper and a low tolerance for annoyances. In her annoyed state she has no problem threatening her friends with one of her sushi knives she keeps in her inner coat pocket, or electrocuting them with her magic. She loves Japan, even though she wasn't raised there herself. Her fanaticism for Japan runs so deep that she has Japanese tattoos, and has even taught herself the language perfectly. She is an excellent chef and specializes in Japanese cuisine. Even though she isn't very sociable, the few friends she does have are kept close to her and she protects them.</s> <\|message\|>Raiya Mamushi Raiya stretched her arms out to each side, doing a bit of exercise stretches. "Sorry it's been a while since I have really let loose like this. I need to limber up." Raiya said to Nemo. Resuming her combat posture, she turned her attention back to Nemo, "My plan has been in full effect ever since I first engaged with birthday boy here. And, unless he has trained in resistance against poison, his right arm should be fully paralyzed within the next twenty seconds or so. Let's see this MLB wannabe swing his bat with an arm paralyzed." Raiya replied. "So, he's probably going to send an attack out at us before the poison has fully taken effect. When you feel the attack come out, that's our queue to split up. Then what we will do is a two pronged attack in a scissor-flank formation. I'll hit him from the left first, which will leave his right open. That's where you come in with a quick attack, he won't be able to stop you." Raiya finished. Right as she finished a blast sent out as an attack came just as Raiya said, it flew down to blow up Nemo and Raiya. Raiya was able to easily escape with her biri-biri aura. Right away she ran and hopped up on the container Logan was on, and sent out a horizontal slash at his left side with her blade.</s> <\|message\|>Nemo "Xero" Smiley The blast Logan shot out hadn't hit Raiya or Nemo, but it did plant a small rune on the ground in it's wake. Logan could feel control in the areas where he received cuts start to fade, becoming stiff. What has she done to me? When Raiya rushed him he had all he could do to turn and block the attack by swinging his bat in the way of her blade. Rapid metallic thuds alerted him to Nemo now approaching from behind. Logan slid his bat off from lock it was in with Raiya's sword and twisted himself around as fast as he could, his runic bat raised up now by his still functioning left arm. But it was too late, his bat would never come to swing at Nemo this time. By the time Logan had turned around Nemo had already reached him and planted his gloved palm right into the middle of his torso, discharging a powerful kinetic spell into his body. A shock-wave of pain rattled through Logan's body as the spell rapidly spread. He howled out in agony, a spatter of blood being released from his mouth. Once the spell finished Logan was blown backwards, past Raiya, and slid to a stop near the end of the shipping container. From the looks of it, he seemed to be down for the count. But the silence was eventually broken by a cough, a guttural hack, as Logan managed to bring himself back to his feet. His breath was ragged-the venom didn't help-and most would have surrendered by now. Anything Logan had planned was likely reckless. The runic bat held hanging in his left hands grip slowly began to fill with energy, lighting up all the engraved runes placed on it one by one. He clearly had on last ace up his sleeve. Logan suddenly teleported away to the rune from earlier, disappearing from sight. From below he spun around and hurled the bat towards the pair with as much force as he could. The runic bat began to crackle with energy as it whirled towards Nemo and Raiya like a boomerang, becoming unstable by the amount of spells it was charged with. --- Nemo quickly turned to look at the bat. "Uh oh." He muttered once his hungry manalysis got a read on the amount of energy it was filled with. Once it closed the distance in to about ten feet the bat suddenly exploded into a giant purple concussive bomb with enough of a blast radius to completely wipe most of the container Nemo and Raiya were standing on from the earth entirely. Escaping the kill-range of the explosion by normal means would be impossible. Logan figured that Nemo and Raiya were now just a relic of magi criminal history. However just before the blast triggered Nemo wound up his warp to as far as it could take them in the given time. He turned and tackled Raiya before it activated, transporting them both barely out of the range of the massive purple-y death. They both ended up on the floor, with Nemo still holding onto Raiya. Once he realized they weren't dead, Nemo let go of her with a small sigh. "Are you alright?" He asked afterwards.</s> <\|message\|>Zoey Ash Zoey hit the deck as the sound bombs assailed her senses, her throwing stars flying over her head in some nondescript direction. Suddenly her help was becoming a detriment. Her form melted into a wolf on the ground, for realzies this time, and tackled the clairvoyant. Assuming this was successful, she'd push a paw to his forehead and start sending him nightmare visions. Lots of nightmare visions.</s>	<\|message\|>Raiya Mamushi As expected, Raiya's sword strike was blocked by Logan's bat. Any normal wooden bat would have been cut in two by Raiya's empowered slash, but Raiya assumed the runes on the bat prevented such damage. After the attack was blocked Nemo came in as Raiya suggested, and placed a powerful well placed blow on the birthday boy's torso. Shortly thereafter he jumped away wounded, and threw his bat back at them. The bat was empowered by an immense level of magical energy and had Nemo not jumped them away, they would probably both be dead right now. Raiya looked up at Nemo who was previously on top of her but was now standing up composing himself. "Yeah, I'm fine. A bit sore, but I'm all good. Thanks for the save." She said as she got up and adjusted her right shoulder which was a bit sore from the tackle. "Should we track Babe Ruth down and kill him? Or do you think he's not going to be a problem anymore?" Raiya asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Ryuuko A strong-willed 16 years old girl who carries a sense of responsibility and determination. She's quick to act when faced with danger, demonstrating her courage and resourcefulness. Despite her tough exterior, she also shows moments of vulnerability and uncertainty, suggesting an underlying depth to her character. Her resilience and adaptability make her an effective leader in times of crisis.</s> <\|description\|>Senketsu A 17 years old teenage boy with a casual, laid-back demeanor. He's quite clumsy, often tripping over his own feet or bumbling into situations. However, this clumsiness doesn't detract from his resourcefulness and creativity. He's shown to be quick-thinking and adaptable, often coming up with unexpected solutions to problems. Despite his quirks, he displays a strong sense of responsibility towards others, especially towards Ryuuko.</s> <\|narrator\|>A young man named Diego finds a mysterious Grand Fiber Needle and uses it to restore life to his deceased friend, Senketsu. They are then ambushed by Life Fiber cultists, but manage to defend themselves with the help of a Scissor Blade. The cultists' attempts to seize two artifacts---Senketsu and the Blade---are thwarted by Ryuuko and Diego. After defeating the cultists, they return home where they meet Mako and her family. As they recover from their ordeal, Senketsu explains how he was revived using the Grand Fiber Needle while Mako helps prepare a bath for Ryuuko. The story ends with her soaking in it as she reflects on the events that transpired.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko He wasn't good at knitting, well, not originally. When it came to dexterity in the fingers, he had clumsy hands, he thought to himself. However, that changed when he found it - a large ruby sewing needle. And by large, he meant large. His hand could fit through the eye of the needle, and he was able to use the massive needle as a rapier. From the tattered notes he read on it, it was called the Grand Fiber Needle. He confessed that he knew little about what was going on. Despite getting newspaper articles, printed pieces of hacked information, impromptu interviews, and so much more were tacked onto walls with strings and papers scattered on his desk. A very large box was also there, wrapped in duct tape. A prepared backpack was there as the young man continued to finish what he found. He had been up for 24 hours and only half-understood what he was doing. "Almost... done," he said, wiping sweat from his brow. He then took the red fiber and sewed it. A red glow filled the room before the clothing below him seemed to respond. He neatly folded it and put it in his backpack before grabbing the large box and putting the Grand Fiber Needle on its makeshift scabbard. He looked at the picture of two sisters being happy. "You girls may not know it yet... but you're our only hope," he said as he adjusted his glasses before moving out. His name was Diego, and he was a Westerner.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu It had been so long since the day she found the truth about life fibers. She knew how much evil was inside those long thick red threads. It was a parasite... well, that's what she found out not too long ago after the day she destroyed the life fibers... but also lost a friend. Ryuuko had grown up Moving past the loss of her father and her dear friend, wishing she could've at least done something to save him before he did something only an idiot would do. She sighed as she wandered a bit by herself with everyone else staying home. She wanted to be alone to think about things, her worst enemy being her sister and finding out that she wasn't a human at all. Ryuuko didn't want anything bad to happen anymore and she sure as hell hoped it would at least stay that way for a little while.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko Diego saw her. From the photos he recognized her. He wasn't sure where her sister was, but it didn't matter. He could ask her. He began running toward her. Would she believe him? He did have what she would want, but he didn't know. "Excuse me! Excuse me!" Diego shouted at her. He only got one chance to make an impression. Which he did when the clumsy goof tripped and tumbled toward her. Scuffled, but not injured. "You're Ryuuko, right?" he asked her. Diego looked to be in his mid-teens. He had brown eyes, dark hair, and definitely his manner of speaking. He was stocky with a t-shirt, jeans, and beat-up sneakers. The t-shirt had an expression in Spanish, hinting of his background. He adjusted his glasses as he looked at her, waiting for her reaction.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu Ryuuko sighed and continued on her little walk, staying quiet the whole time still thinking about what was happening. "You damn idiot!" she said talking to herself, remembering why Senketsu sacrificed himself for her. "Why?" Ryuuko crossed her arms and decided to take a break leaning against the walls of one of the old buildings quietly. As she looked around, she noticed someone coming toward her. "What the hell..." She muttered, looking at him with her head tilted a bit, some of her hair covering one side of her face. "Hey, don't hurt yourself," he said, "don't be so damn careless like that...yeah, so what? You know, I'm just trying to survive out here." Ryuuko wasn't in the mood to be nice with anyone right now, with having the thought of Senketsu in her head right now.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko "I got something for you," Diego said with a boyish smile before taking something out of his backpack. Or more accurately, someone. In Diego's hands and given to her was a comatose Senketsu. The moment she grabbed him though, there was a mild shock, like static electricity from her to him. Diego noticed the red spark, but didn't notice. He did notice that the uniform began talking, surprising him despite having gone through alot the past few weeks. "H-Huh?! What happened, where am I??" Senketsu, reacting as if startled from a long and deep sleep. However, shock mixed with joy when his eye rested upon the person that meant most to him? "R-Ryuko?"</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu As he pulled out a sailor uniform, she looked at him kinda weird. At first, she didn't recognize it at all; maybe it was just because that day and time were so long ago, only a memory now that she wanted to forget ever happened or at least wished it had happened differently. Slowly, she took it anyway, deciding to look at it. But as soon as she did, she felt a light spark of electricity - something that wasn't normal for a uniform. This one was different. She jumped a bit as the uniform started to move and talk in her hands. It was as if she would almost throw or drop it, but luckily it lasted only a moment before she took an even closer look at it. Ryuuko stared at it for a moment before hearing a familiar voice - but something told her it was from what she held in her arms. "S-senkets?" She replied back, just staring at him in shock. "Is-is it really you senekets?"</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko Diego seemed a bit surprised when she didn't recognize it. There was none other like it and it stood out immensely. He was wondering if perhaps he got the wrong Ryuko before he saw her in massive shock before stuttering and asking about the uniform. That made him guess that their parting was tragic enough for her to be suppressing memories to deal with the pain. "Y-yeah. It's me. Ryuko, it really is you," Senketsu said as manly tears began falling. He was so happy to see her and to be alive once more. However, he didn't even know why or how... He then turned to the guy who handed him to Ryuko. Based on the bandaged fingers and the large needle on his back, he realized that this strange fella saved him. "I don't know how or why... but it was you who remade me, wasn't it?" Diego blushed a bit before rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment and nodding. Senketsu expressed mild shock that the boy was able to hear him, but he came to the conclusion that since the guy remade him, it would make sense he could hear him. "Thank you," he said before turning to Ryuko and smiling once more.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu She looked him over, just wanting to remember how she saw his red eyes and the dark short sleeves. All the memories were coming back to her now. They had fought so many battles that it was hard to remember what he really looked like before he was gone forever from her until now. Ryuuko looked up at the boy noticing the large needle and the bandaged fingers, she was a bit surprised but for now no one could tell she really was. Ryuuko couldn't be any happier seeing him again, she wasn't alone anymore besides everyone else like Mako or even her sister. She sighed and hugged him finally having a sweet little smile on her face. "I still can't believe it's you...but please don't do anything stupid like that." She glanced up at him, "how exactly were you able to do this?" She looked over again and saw the needle a second time, "wait...where the hell did you find that?!"</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko Diego's eyes widened and gained a slight blush as he found Ryuko's smile to be beautiful. He couldn't help but smile back in a similar way. "It's my job to make sure you don't do anything stupid," Senketsu said to her before paying attention to the boy. "I think we should go somewhere more privately, but this needle was how I was able to restore him," he began before turning and seeing a trio of hooded individuals. Oh no, they followed me here, he thought with an angry look. They removed their cloaks, revealing red glowing stitches. Life Fibers. Here, you may want this, Diego said before handing Ryuko something else: a Scissor Blade. He took out the Grand Fiber Needle and held it like a rapier against them. "What do you Patchies want?" he asked. "We're here for the Kamui and the artifacts," the head one said. "Don't think so," Diego said as a cult member rushed him. His cloak swirled around him and tightened before the stitched glowed and his clothing turned into armor, like the Goku Uniforms. Diego blocked a sudden blade that came from the hand of the cult member.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu What the hell!" She said in surprise turning to see the bandits," well you should have taken care of thy before..." She took the blade from him," ho-how did you find this too?" She asked," well who cares I have it back and these guys aren't going anywhere." She sighed, before taking her shirt off and revealing her blue and white striped bra before she slipped secrets on. " So what do you say?" She asked looking at him with a smile," you still with me?" She looked down at him for a moment then Back at the hoods, "I could use some fun!" She said with a smirk, lifting her hand with the glove and pulling on the little tab to the other side, "LIFE FIBERS SYNCHRONIZE! SECRETS!!" After a few moments she transformed, and she was ready, Russo held her blade up and lunges toward them.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko "Impossible! That idiot was able to finish it after all!" A cult member said before he tried to block the attack. "Ryoku, these madmen have Life Fiber stitched all over their body and synchronizing with these cloaks, explaining their power," he said to his friend, happy to be with her once more. The shield was broken, but it reformed in a wave of tatters. "My guess is that the Nexus Fibers are one of the stitches used on their bodies," Senketsu said to Ryoku. Diego was doing all right against the one with the sword, but he wasn't a super good fighter. "Come on. I know you gotta do something," Diego said to the Grand Fiber Needle. He jabbed at the cloak and watched as the needle went through it. Then he noticed a red fiber getting caught in the eye of the needle as Diego was pulling it.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu "Whatever, let's cut the cloaks off then... They're just stupid people who are corrupted by the damn fibers..." She sighed and lunged again toward one of the hoods, cutting through him, seeing a fiber and turning to cut that off. Ryuuko then turned and started lunging out at another, it didn't really take long to take out one of the other two either, "There will be more then, they won't hope to even touch me while I'm still alive." Bumps</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko The cloaks were cut off, but they kept reforming onto them. One cult member, who had lost his in tatters, had entered a wound he got. "These guys... what the hell did they do to themselves?" Diego asked in disgust as he saw the stitches. "What the-?!" he yelled when he pulled the needle and one of the cult members was screaming. DVB saw the life fiber wrapped around the eye of the needle. DVB then touched the fiber, causing the cult member to spasm. Reacting on gut instinct, he threw the needle like a javelin and it pierced the foe, catching the fiber before it sailed into DVB' hand and he began to control the fibers. "That needle seems to cause some reaction in these Life Fibers," Senketsu said, looking surprised as DVB was trying to control the ensnared cult member like a puppet.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu She was shocked as well, "what the hell? Hey Senketsu, I have a weird feeling I can't trust anyone here...," she said, holding up her blade. Ryuuko rushed in to try to attack one of them, but then backing far off in case her first swing would have missed. "We need to be careful around that damn thing, I don't trust anyone using it whether they're friend or foe..." Ryuuko jumped back landing on a rooftop and wondered what her next move or plan of action was.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko "He did go through the effort and pain to remake me," Senketsu said to her analytically. "Furthermore, he did give us back the Scissor Blade, so he does appear to be a friend," he added. "Or are you just afraid of the massive needle?" he couldn't help but joke. Diego managed to try and get one cult member to knock out the other and when he gave a yank, he saw two large red fibers come out. "Those are the Nexus Fibers; they appear to be on the stitch near the heart of these robed men," Senketsu added before Diego was hit hard by the third cult member, sending him flying to a tree. The cult member then got the remaining threads to make himself stronger and was headed to Diego, to ram him with a massive hammer-like structure. "He's in trouble," Senketsu pointed out, wondering what Ryuko will do.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu She looked down at him. "I know, maybe it is the needle," she said. "Even if he cares about us, I still have a weird suspicion of him... we still have to be careful." She looked back up as the hood attacked him. "Hey! Over here!" She yelled, jumping off and slamming her blade down on top of him before he could react. After a moment, she began slashing all over his chest and face.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko The cultists tore his threads and saw as his beloved fibers were torn from him. "No... HOW DARE YOU SEVER MY CONNECTION TO THE GREAT WEAVER?!" he shouted in madness. Before he could try and merge with it, the needles and life fibers were ripped away from him and out of reach when the Grand Fiber Needle went through him and struck a tree. He came out wounded and bruised but still conscious. "That guy can really take a beating," Senketsu said with a smirk. "Hey, you and Senketsu doing okay?" Diego managed to ask her.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu She looked behind her fast, noticing the needle fly toward her, jumping out of the way and turning to see the dead body of the last cultist. "What the hell! You could have at least warned me!" she said, pissed and snorted by that. Ryuuko simply looked down at him for a moment then behind her to Diego. "Well, maybe if you didn't throw that damn thing while I was still beating the crap out of him," she said, picking up her sword and holding it over her shoulder.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko "I'd tell you, but I'm afraid I'm about to pass out," Diego said before he finally succumbed to days of exhaustion and effort as well as the battle taking its toll. "Well, we better take him back to your place until he wakes up. Looking at him, it appears that he hasn't been eating or sleeping for days. He has probably been spending those days repairing me," Senketsu said. "He also went through the trouble of getting the Scissor Blades out of the ocean and the fact he was looking for you specifically means it's important," he elaborated on.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu Ryuuko sighed as she turned around to see him, knowing he hadn't died, just tired as hell... Slowly walking up to him, she looked down almost staring, "You must still have your memories then, and you told him about me, that's why." "Fine," she replied, "I guess if I can ask him what that guy was talking about a weaver or something..." She held the blade to her side and slowly helped him up, putting an arm on her shoulder and slowly, "Dammit! He's heavy. How do you expect me to take him back?" She asked, trying hard to keep him standing.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko "No... I wasn't awake until just now. How this guy managed to figure it out escapes me. However, I imagine we will get the answers when he returns to consciousness," Senketsu explained as he watched her try to carry the kid. "The answer is coming now," he added as a car pulled up with Mako and her family inside, offering a lift. How did they know? Probably through Mako's inane logic.</s> <\|message\|>Senketsu She sighed and looked around, "fine whatever." She put one of his arms around her shoulder and slowly stood up, noticing a car coming toward her. "Mak-ko?!" she asked, surprised just standing there and looking for a moment. "Well...hey, I could use some help here," she told her friend with a smile, happy to see her again. Mako looked over quietly, "unmm who is he?" she asked, putting a finger under her chin while wondering. "Just help me please!" Ryuuko was starting to struggle more with him now. Mako sighed, "ok then, ryuuko lets go." She slidily went over and slowly took his other arm before they slowly all went into the car, driving back home to their house. As they came back, Ryuuko and Mako lifted him again, "that's good, let him rest in my room then," Ryuuko sighed and laid him down on the floor, hands on hips looking down at him. "Is there anything you wanna do now, ryuuko?" The young girl looked back at her friend. "Don't really know, maybe I'll take a bath or something." She replied, turning to walk out. "Ok then, I'll get the tub for you!!" Mako ran off down the hall into the bathroom.</s> <\|message\|>Ryuuko The day turned into twilight as the sun was setting. Diego stirred, having managed to wake up. He must have been out for hours at least. However, he still felt really tired, but not flat-out exhausted and to the brim with fatigue. Deciding to use his bit of active time wisely, he looked around. He was in a basic bedroom. Light was barely on. He sighed before sitting up, still feeling empty. "Awake now then?" Senketsu's voice said from somewhere nearby. Diego turned around and saw Senketsu relaxing on a chair. "Yeah," Diego said as he held his head. "How did you do it? Fix me I mean?" he asked in a serious tone. "The needle. It was called the Grand Fiber Needle. I think enough of you survived to where I just knew what to do. The needle guided me... though my hand injuries were due to the substandard hands I have," he said. "That spark from Ryuko was part of your spirit awakening you in the outfit," he added. "Where is she?" he asked.</s>	<\|message\|>Senketsu Hey, Ryuuko! It's ready!" Mak called out in the hall as Ryuuko was sitting on the couch watching the clouds out the window. The young girl turned and walked down the hall, "thanks a lot, Mak," she said with a smile. The brown-haired girl giggled happily before walking off into the living room where she looked around for a moment with a sigh before heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. She stripped down and climbed into the hot water, giving another sigh of relaxation. Ryuuko always found it easy to relieve some stress by doing this, and it helped her stay calm.</s>
<\|description\|>Arima Junichiro J U N I C H I R O "So what if I'm throwing my life away? We're all going to die at some point, so just make things easier for the both of us and put the money in the bag."Overview --- Age 20 Gender Male Occupation FreeterCharacterization & Conceptualization --- What Do They Look Like? A completely bland and unassuming young Japanese man, sporting long black hair normally tied into a ponytail, and an otherwise unremarkable face if not for the permanent scar on the bridge of his nose. Standing at 5'9", Junichiro sports a rather average physique, with a bit of notable musculature due to working in menial labor for a while. Junichiro's way of dress makes him look somewhat slimmer than he actually is, sporting long-sleeved shirts and jackets to hide scars both self-inflicted and received from an accident. Junichiro also walks with a very slight limp, although it is unknown to him if they are from injuries his body still has failed to heal, or his own overwork. What Are They Like? A nihilistic and rebellious youth who chafes against tradition. A quiet freak who's depressing to be around. An impertinent brat who says what he wants and doesn't respect his elders. All these things easily describe Junichiro on a surface level. A lot of Junichiro's current issues stem from his survivor's guilt, which did little to help his low sense of self-worth. Prone to self-destructive hobbies and posting on dubious message boards, it could be said that Junichiro is the epitome of all that is wrong with Japan's youth. What's Their Story? Living a quiet life in Kyoto, Junichiro's upbringing was quite average, obtaining average grades and doing all the normal things boys his age did. Having no drive to do anything extraordinary or groundbreaking, he was content to live an average life so long as it was with his childhood friend, Kaoru. To Junichiro, Kaoru was a shining beacon in his otherwise dull life, an outstanding student with dreams to one day become a doctor. Junichiro knew he needed to tell Kaoru his feelings at some point, but he never could quite find the right time to. Sadly, nothing in life was guaranteed, no matter how mundane, and Junichiro would find that out the hard way, months before graduation. Junichiro awakened, almost sandwiched between two bus seats with shards of glass sticking out of his arms, and one of his legs bent at an unnatural angle. He called out Kaoru's name in the chaos, but to no avail, crying out for him to the point of exhaustion. When help finally arrived, Junichiro was already losing consciousness, the last thing he saw was Kaoru giving him a dull and lifeless stare. The lone survivor of a violent bus crash, the news called it a miracle, but Junichiro saw it all as unfair. Why did he have the right to live when there were others on that bus who lived more meaningful lives than he did, who were able to contribute more to the world than he ever would? Their deaths, all of them haunted Junichiro, but none more than Kaoru, his corpse forever burned into Junichiro's mind. Even after his recovery in the hospital, Junichiro never quite healed from that crash. He stayed home every day after that, too afraid to come out of his shell, not out of fear for the world at large and its many dangers, but instead to avoid the attention his story entailed. Junichiro even missed his graduation, having more or less dropped out of high school after that. His family was worried, although there was little they could do to help him. Not wanting to trouble them any longer, Junichiro moved to the big city. To Osaka, where nobody would know him as "the one who lived." In Osaka, Junichiro changed. Rather than the quiet background character, Junichiro developed into a punk who was not afraid to say what he wished, silently regretting the fact he could not say the one thing he yearned to. He became a laborer, doing odd jobs that were hard on his already broken body so that he could distract himself. No matter what he did, however, Junichiro still could not keep those memories, their faces, out of his mind. Junichiro felt he needed to be punished, to atone for the sin of living. It was because of this that lead Junichiro to walk into that convenience store, wearing a face mask and clutching a fake gun tightly in his jacket pocket... Why Did The Wish Choose Them? As scum of the Earth who could not conform to societal norms, those who knew Junichiro would be completely bewildered to hear he was summoned as a hero. However, despite his self-loathing and inability to move on from past trauma, Junichiro carries within deep him a spark to live on, an inborn desire to survive for the sake of those who had fallen. A rather contradictory sort, isn't he? What "Hero" Will They Embody? Why? Possessing a will to endure and a body that has already been broken before, Junichiro is unafraid of putting himself in harm's way for others, believing that he is better off taking any injuries in their stead. Junichiro also possesses the decisive courage of a knight, to do what is required and say what is needed, as he knows the pain of being unable to say what his heart truly yearned for. A survivor in both body and mind, Junichiro's very being resembles the Hero of Defense. What Belongings Will They Take With Them? - An airsoft M1911, painted black to resemble a real gun. Unloaded and without gas. - A black, ragged facemask. - A baseball cap with the logo of an American punk rock band.Talents & Abilities --- Mundane Talents As a freelancer who gravitated towards less glamorous ways to make a living, Junichiro possesses the physique of a laborer. That is to say, it is not quite impressive, and those who actually care about fitness would scoff at how much he could actually lift. Nonetheless, it would be a mistake to refer to Junichiro as merely "weak." Junichiro also possesses minor knowledge in construction work and waste management, well aware of Japan's complex garbage disposal laws. Achieved Abilities & Knowledges Zero.</s> <\|message\|>Arima Junichiro --- Junichiro stirred awake at last, his eyes fluttering open to the starlit sky. Between the smell of fresh air and the grassy bed that he had awoken upon, the freeter had a feeling he wasn't quite in Osaka anymore. Before he stood up to look around, Junichiro quickly closed his eyes once more when he heard the sound of others awakening. He wasn't quite sure where he was, but he also didn't want to deal with strangers after having a rough night's sleep like this... not without first having an idea where he was. Junichiro tried to think back to his last memory, hazy as it was. He was definitely at that FamilyMart, clenching his false weapon tightly and pointing it at the cashier before a sharp pain struck the back of his head, and... "Shit..." A whispered expletive left the young man's lips as he pondered his situation more. Was there a thug in that store that he pissed off? Or, worse, was it protected by the yakuza? Whatever it was, Junichiro's heart couldn't help but thump quickly as he realized the ramification of his actions. He's heard the stories, after all. A part of him wanted to get caught, to be punished for his actions, but a larger part wanted his fingers and his toes intact. Emptying the contents of his bladder, Junichiro thought to himself just how in the hell was he supposed to get out of this. Hearing them talking amongst themselves, the young man thought they were distracted enough for him to make a run for it! Sitting up, Junichiro was surprised to feel that one of his jacket's pockets still had that familiar weight to it. Junichiro still had his gun, it seemed. Without a second thought, Junichiro quickly stood up to face the rest. For a very brief moment, he'd be surprised at how quickly he was able to get up, given his condition. After all, his bad leg hurt the most in the morning, when he would first stand up for today. Chalking it up to adrenaline, the freeter clumsily pulled his false armament out, pointing it in the direction of the flashing smartphone lights. Assuming they were naught but thugs and criminals, and not taking any more time to get his bearings, Junichiro held his airsoft M1911 tightly in both hands in a way that would make a gun enthusiast shake their head. He then shouted to the top of his lungs, ignorant of whatever other dangers may lurk deep within these woods. "Don't fuck with me!"</s> <\|message\|>Kaneko, Ohta Shit message, if that was the case. Why didn't those slimey bottomfeeders keep the messaging subtle when they went after the suite? Kept it private, personal. Not blown it up so much that it was impossible to find a relative that hadn't heard of his parents' misdeeds. Ohta simmered quietly, his gaze focused nowhere in particular. The consuming darkness and the stark, electronic light made it easy to zone out, even as he regarded the others in the same light. A girl? A woman? Something inbetween, someone also stuck with the sharks, if messages were what she made of this. A foppish man, well-kept with long hair. Performer, perhaps? Musician or idol. Had that sort of feel to him. And the last... "Don't fuck with me!" A gun. A real fucking gun. Right here. Outta nowhere. Pointed at them. Ohta froze, the terror and aggression on the man's face amplified by the shadows cast by the smartphone. His mind churned. His heart burned. Out here, in the middle of nowhere. Two strangers, one enemy. No light in sight other than his own. Close range. Fuck this guy. Turn off the light, tackle his legs, wrestle away the gun, and then bash his fucking skull in. It'll be easy. It'll be clean. Who here would report him to the cops? With four words, it became us versus him. And Ohta felt great. He felt energized. He felt as if he could do it. No hesitation. Take his hands and pull that fucking subhuman's face into two meaty pieces. But a gun was a gun. And murder was murder. What were the optics? Could he risk it? Didn't have medical for bullet wounds. Worse off if this punk was one of the higher ups' relatives. Was this just the high from having somehow gotten proper rest? Was this just the straw of bullshit that burst his dam? Ohta shifted his gaze down, away from the gunman's face. He couldn't risk it. Couldn't even risk being pissed about it. "No one's fucking with you, man," came his sycophant voice, traitorous and serpentine. "Lower your gun, please? We're not even sure why we're here." But if the gunman did, if the chances of getting shot out of the blue decreased, would that tilt the scales in Ohta's decision-making? Make his initial response more reasonable? He didn't know. Not yet. So he kept his smartphone's light trained on the man, waiting for those eyes to adjust, to grow accustomed to light. Accustomed to seeing, until it was turned off.</s> <\|message\|>Ikazuchi Hiroko --- Unnamed Forest - ??? --- Hiroko nodded at Kaito, pleased with his introduction and a name to add to the face. She rolled her shoulders in a shrug. "Don't know. Can't remember anything." She admitted. From the confused reaction from Kaito, it would seem that he didn't know anything either. What a strange coincidence. Her hand reached up to the back of her neck, turning to the torii. "Can't think of anyone who can-" Cut off by the final man in their group, eyes wide with surprise and horror as a gun was trained right at the man who held the light. Could it be that he was part of the group that decided to teach them a lesson? Though, from his reaction, some part of Hiroko's brain argued that he was probably just as lost as they were. But he was armed. And they weren't. He was up in arms and ready to pull the trigger at them. Hiroko had never been in a situation like this before. She's faced customers who would scream at her face for doing things according to policy or because of a misunderstanding. Those, she can handle with no problems. But this? This was beyond her paygrade. Most of her instincts were telling her to duck, take cover somewhere. But all around her were just grass and she doubted that the torii could cover herself fully. Besides, what's stopping the man from unloading an entire clip on them while they were scrambling for cover. Hiroko was itching to have something on hand to at least fight back with but she doubted a lighter would make a difference. The other man began speaking to try and defuse the situation. A brave choice considering the gun was pointing at him. "We're just trying to figure out where we are so we can get back." Hiroko added, her tone a lot softer and more genuine than the flashlight holder. "We're not going to hurt you." Or well, she was speaking for herself for the most part. It wasn't like she knew any moves besides the basics to fight someone off with anyway.</s>	<\|message\|>Arima Junichiro A bead of sweat rolled down Junichiro's forehead as he kept his gun trained towards the light. Whoever these people were, whatever is going on, he couldn't help but feel as if perhaps they were in the same situation as himself. Maybe they've all crossed the yakuza, and they were all thrown here to "disappear." Maybe this was some sick joke by some underworld boss and they're all being secretly filmed. Regardless, Junichiro did not falter in his stance. "Just stay back, all of you!" The freeter exclaimed, stepping backwards slowly. He waved his gun at each of them, although he kept it particularly pointed at the two who spoke to him. As he did, he took quick glances of his surroundings, getting a better idea of where they were at. In particular, Junichiro was interested in that giant torii, thinking it would lead back to civilization. Taking a breath and regaining his composure, Junichiro would open his mouth to speak once more, his arms faltering slightly. Before he could utter a word, however, the light from the man's smartphone would give out. Did it run out of batteries? Whatever the case may be, the young man knew he lost most of his leverage with that light away. He could barely see in the dark, and that bright light didn't help. Knowing full well that he would lose control of the situation soon, especially without some sort of warning shot, Junichiro would instead do exactly what was expected of someone whose first actions after waking up in an unknown place would include pissing themselves. The freeter ran off, beelining for the torii. Using the rush of adrenaline to push through the somewhat absent feeling of pain in his legs, Junichiro would pass through the gates, abandoning those he had woken up with. Sure, there was strength in numbers especially in a remote place like this, but sticking with the rest seemed futile to the nihilistic young man. If anything, knowing his luck, Junichiro would just end up getting the rest of them killed as well. And besides, he still didn't trust any of them.</s>
<\|description\|>Ade Moore Age: 31 Race: Human Height: 6'2" Build: Large Skin: Black Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Backstory: Ade started as a guardsman for the lands of a wealthy merchant, and although the work was tedious and boring he found that being with a sort of brotherhood was good for him, especially when one particular fellow guard started teaching him the basics of smithing and armour-making. Although he never thought of himself as a smith, he found that he liked the acrid atmosphere and the hard work and sweat needed to make armour, and the skill needed with a hammer. However much his love grew however, he still had responsibilities to the Merchant and guarding his lands, but when the man died of a sudden heart attack he saw it as an opportunity to go to the a new land they called Khoyee; he gathered whatever wealth he made from his crude armours and his time as a guard and hired a ship. Primary Role: Combatant Secondary Role: Laborer Role Sheet (Link) Starting Weapon: Hammer Stats: Level - 4 Aura: 225 Health: 275 Strength: 3 Dex: 0 Intelligence: 0 Fortitude: 4 Stun Resist: 100/125 Pierce Resist: 8.5%</s> <\|message\|>THE BANDIT MAKING CONTEST Maps Forest Beaches Caves</s> <\|message\|>THE BANDIT MAKING CONTEST Off the Coast of the Eastern Forest of Kohyee Aboard a small vessel a party of brave adventurers seek to establish new lives for themselves. Each have their own reasons and all of those reasons bring them here now, together. Recently there has been rumor of a province in the Eastern Forest that is offering land to those of unique skill. What skills those are exactly are yet to be seen but the promise of land has been more than enough to intrigue dozens of souls to flock to the location of this rumored province. "We should see land soon." The captain said to the party on the deck below. "Well perhaps not see through this blasted fog but we'll know we're close once we see the beam of the lighthouse passing overhead!" The captain was a well built fellow for his age, white of hair and gray of chest. He wore a loose white shirt open at the chest, perhaps due to choice but mostly because the buttons had been chipped away long ago. "I could of sworn we'd be close now." The captain said to himself. He had been to these shores many a time to sell his fish to the local settlement, the same one the party below was seeking. A couple years ago the province had built a large light house to ensure ships never hit the rocky cliffs along the shore. It's beam of light could be seen through the thickest of fogs, but its light he could not see. He squeenched his eyes as he tried to make out what was before them. Just as the captain began to question their location the ship shook and the sound of wood shattering could be heard. "HOLD ON!" He turned the wheel with great effort but it was too late, the small ship was going to crash. CSSHHH, PHEW! Eastern Forest, Beach Region 4 The party finds themselves thrown across the sand along the face of a cliff. The captain was still aboard his ship laid across the right side. "Hack, heck. Curses. Where the devil is the lighthouse?" He put his right arm over the railing of the ship and lifted himself up, putting his left hand alongside his right to help gather his balance. For the first time he could now see what lie before them. "There she is..." Further down the beach where the cliff protuded, debris lay scattered across the beach. Stone walls lay in an arch from cliff top to sea bottom. Just above the waves the captain could make out the metalwork of the light house's peak. "What in Chaos' name has happened here?" Suddenly pain ripped through the captain's body and he fell to his knees. "Heck, hack." He pulled his hand away from his mouth to see his skin stained in crimson. He looked down to see a large chunk off wood puncturing through his gut. He laid back and saw that one of the shafts of the wheel had broken off and now lay embedded into his intestines. It must have broke off into him when he was thrown against the wheel. He grabbed the shrapnel and began to pull but the pain was too much. He would die here, that much was certain. It was only a matter of time. His vision grew blurry and he mumbled to himself, "I had only hoped I would die in the embrace of the sea."</s> <\|message\|>Mier coles Mier was woken up the by the violence of the sea. In one sudden moment his vision was completely blurred as he struggled keeping his breath while pulled below the waves as the salt stung his eyes. The moment seemed to last an eternity until he was unceremoniously spat onto the shore. Luckily for him, he was fine and the only issues were the sand and water getting everywhere and his box was missing. He'd run along the shore finding the box and inspecting it, becoming relived to see it managed to hold airtight. He'd continue searching along for any survivors just in case, before he'd make his way to the lighthouse. Already he was uncomfortable with the sand chafing everywhere. He stumbled across the dying Captain in his sorry condition. With a flourish he took out a guitar and began playing tun. "Old man, your death is premature." Was all he said as he played his tune which carried a revitalizing magic. Spending 66/75 aura to heal the old man</s> <\|message\|>Ade Moore Ade stood on the deck of the ship, leaning over the railing as it sailed through the water, a heavy fog covering them all. Strapped to his back was his blue and white round shield, and hanging at his hip through a loop was a heavy looking hammer. He wore simple clothes: a blue and brown tunic with black breeches and a pair of boots. Whatever armour he had made back home he sold off to get enough coin for this voyage to a new land. A land that promised riches, adventures, and lives in which they could shape from their own hands. He had dreams, Ade, dreams where he would make himself a manor in one of the established cities, a large piece of land that he owned that would pass from generation to generation. He knew of some that wanted to be kings, and others that wanted to be lords. He had no such dreams himself. He just wanted a large piece of land that would suffice him and his offsprings for generations. He would leave the rest to others, to the more ambitious individuals. Not that he wasn't ambitious, but his laid elsewhere, in more material things that he could physically touch. And make. Ade turned his head when the captain shouted that they were near land. It was about time, he thought to himself as he pushed off of the railings and walked towards the middle of the deck. That's when the ship started shuddering; with nothing to hold on to, Ade fell to a knee with a curse and before he could realize what was happening he was lifted into the air as if thrown by some invisible force off the ship and fell in shallow water. He sat up sputtering and with a heavy gasp of air when he looked to the ship as if to lay blame to the captain when he saw the vessel in near ruins, shattered upon large, heavy rocks. His eyes widened as he stood up uncertainly and noticed one of the passengers make their way to the captain who happened to have a spoke piercing his abdomen. He didn't know much about wounds, seeing as he'd never fought anything in his life besides a few brawls, but everyone knew a wound to the stomach was as close to a death sentence as one could get without actually getting one. Then, the passenger brought out a guitar and started singing. Ade blinked, taken aback. He looked around uncertainly in confusion, not fully understanding what was going on. Shrugging to himself, he approached the passenger and the captain and knelt then laid a hand on the captain's shoulder, sparing a glance for the singing madman and looked the captain in the eyes. "Look at me and brace," he said. "Just keep looking and brace." Then he suddenly pulled the spoke out with a savage grunt, stumbling back a step. He looked down at the bloody piece of wood and tossed it to the side. "We should find a healer," he said. "Before this good man dies."</s> <\|message\|>Fahall the Frozen [POST EXPUNGED]</s> <\|message\|>Autumn The Elfheim had been surprised when she first met one of her kind. She did not know that there were others like her. People of nature, who were once one thing and were now something else. When she had first ventured into the places that person had come from, she was met and taken care of by others. She was informed of everything she needed, and took up a name of her own. Autumn. A season that the world ventures into once a year. It seemed like a nice name. Some had complaints about it, but she had already made her choice. They had spent some time to get her used to actual interaction, having her practice with them as partners, but she nearly always spoke in such a way that normal conversation was impossible. Furthermore, her preferred occupation was...strange for their kind. Autumn wished to build. Not just to push walls together or craft wooden equipment and machines, but to work a forge, get close to flames and mold metal into a shape. Given what they were made of, it was dangerous...but Autumn wanted it. She had the knowledge of it, gained from the one that gave her feeling in the first place. She knew how to do it, and insisted on the practice. It was only after they had suggested she use her knowledge to help others in a new land that she had gotten on a ship. The people were...different from the one she knew first. They were quiet and loud. Eager and awkward. Concerned and disinterested. They were not the same. She knew to expect that, but Autumn still felt uncomfortable around them. Of course, the feeling of a ship being tossed about wasn't really good either. It didn't help that it not only got worse, but proceeded to throw everyone to land. Autumn corrected her positioning when she finished skimming across the sand. After recovering, she looked up to find people singing to the injured captain, and a stranger walking into what was left of the seafaring vessel.</s> <\|message\|>Yang Teng Yang exited the boat, though it had crashed he didn't seem all too bothered about it. Instead he adjusted his attire as he left and walked onto the beach. He took in the sites around him, he could see the captain laid out, his wound had just been opened by the wood being removed by a man, whilst another sang him a song; it wasn't the best Yang had heard but he thought if it was the last time for a dying man it wouldn't have been too bad. He turned his head around as he approached the captain on the beach to see not only a scavenger attempting to grab something off the vessel but also what appeared to be a moving tree. He crouched down next to the captain and his two nurses. "Hello Gentlemen, truly a sad day. A fleeting tune for a long life. We shall morne you." He said before realising his wound had been healed by the song. "Is what I'd say if you had not survived this encounter. What marvelous tenacity you have sir."</s> <\|message\|>THE BANDIT MAKING CONTEST Healed but faint of energy, the captain looked from side to those around him, "You surely are an odd bunch." He tried to stand but instead took a knee, it felt like he had done a hundred situps more than he could handle and his stomach was a twisted knot, but he supposed it was better than death. "I thank you..." He shook the hands of the two who had saved him "each of you." The captain looked about at his surroundings once more. His ship was a wreck, quite literally, and a man seemed to be wandering off with what looked like the hilt of his rapier sticking out from the man's bag. He shrugged it off, he was in no condition to start a fight and he wasn't fond of being torn a new hole in his gut to replace the last one. "It seems we have found the promised land," He looked to either side, "But the land isn't quite as we expected it to be." The captain took a breath, "I don't recall if we had a proper introduction and seeing as I won't be sailing off and waving goodbye as I had intended perhaps it is best I stick around." With a bit of struggle, the middle-aged man put two hands to his knees and straightened himself up. "The names Geralt. I'm not from these parts but I have been here more than a time or two." Geralt looks to the rubble that was once a lighthouse, "With any luck, the settlement isn't as bad off as the lighthouse here. I could serve as a guide of sorts if you'd like." He looks back to his ship, "Or I could get to work breaking down my fair lady into something more useful should you not need me to accompany you." He shakes the hands of those that saved him once again, walks over to the helm of his once ship and rests his back against it. "The choice is yours friends."</s> <\|message\|>Autumn "You would discard her so easily?", asked Autumn. While she would appreciate a guide to help them throughout this new place, she couldn't help but feel a little concerned. She was somewhat dissappointed that a person whose occupation had led her to believe that they loved their sea-faring vessels as close companions. The way this one spoke of his vessel...It was as if it was meant to only be a tool, and nothing else. Honestly, she could not help but feel a bit of offense to that. "Can she not be repaired as she is now?"</s> <\|message\|>Mier coles "No problem" Was all he said to the Captain. The man put his instrument back into the case and then walked away. It was not up to him to decide what to do with the remains of the ship. Either choice worked and he had no preference. The man looked at the lighthouse at the distance for a while. He then let his gaze wonder around the surrounding location. He was mentally figuring out the general direction of how to get there. He figured that would be the best place to go next. As such, he began to walk slowly into the general direction of the of lighthouse.</s>	<\|message\|>Ade Moore Ade was still somewhat in shock at the way the music had healed the Captain but soon snapped out of it. "Why don't you do a bit of both?" He offered as he stepped up to the Captain. "You could help us get to the nearest settlement and we can help you men and money to repair your ship as thanks." It seemed a good idea to him, to give whatever small money he could earn to the Captain in order to help repair his ship, but he couldn't speak for the others. The tree-looking sentient creature seemed to want to help, but he didn't know how far that help would go. If it came to it however, he'd help the Captain on his own; it was the right thing to do after all, considering all the man gave up for their journey.</s>
<\|description\|>Ralena Age: 24 Appearance: Ralena is an attractive young woman with blonde hair. She's 5' 9" and has an athletic build. Her hair is shoulder length. She is often seen in her battle attire, including iron armour, gauntlets and boots. When not in her armour, she sometimes wears formal wear. Skills: Various sword skills. Also skilled using a whip. Equipment: Two swords, iron armour and a whip. Personality: Ralena is not the most friendly person. Often seen as very serious. Because of her desire for efficiency, she is often seen as cold and tactical. Although it is not known if she has many friends, the few allies that she does have seem to be very powerful. She listens to her superiors, but has a hard time working with others, especially on a team. Biography: Ralena began her training as a knight two years ago. It is her desire to protect the kingdom and its people. It also seems that she has the intention of gaining rank as a knight, but her reasoning for this is not yet clear.</s> <\|message\|>Nex Nex nodded as Hazael correct him in how to say her name. "Got it, Hazael, not Hazel. Nex will make sure to remember that. As for name, Nex doesn't remember, so Nex goes by Nex, I am Nex, Nex is me, Nex is Nex." He giggled slightly, at a joke only he seemed to hear or understand. He took some time to fold up the flyer and stuff it into the cloak he was wearing. Underneath said cloak, Nex was wearing no shirt, some gauze wrappings around his arms that went from his hands down to his elbows, and some ragged black breeches that seemed to be falling apart at the seems. He also wore a thick, black belt, which seemed to have something attached to it, but it couldn't be seen due to the cloak hiding it from view. "Nex came cause Nex was bored, Arachnoblaster sounds like fun. Oh," Nex turned around quickly to address the red headed stranger, taking a secind to look at the sword. He could ferk some kind of energy from it, meaning it must be enchanted, though what that might be was a mystery. Turning his eyes back up to the swords owner face, he smiled again. "Glad to meet you, Red head, my na e is Nex, what is your name, and is it okay if I call you Red Head?" Nex also wanted to say high to the lady on the bench, but she was trying to be sneaky, and it would be rude of him to point her out like that.</s> <\|message\|>Ralena Ralena watched as a few more people moved along the street. Someone else joined the two that were near the wall. Another male. "That makes three so far," she said quietly, speaking into the air. She took a moment to look directly at the three people ahead and ended up making eye contact with one of them. She stared at the young woman for a few moments, before returning to her reading again. I can't make out what they're saying, but it's too soon to move in. Who knows how many more may show up. A man began his way down the streets, pushing a fruit cart along the street. Ralena blinked for a moment, before standing and putting her reading material back in her pocket. She waved a hand to the man with the cart and jogged over to him. "How much are two of these?" she asked the man, looking at some of the fruit. Eventually, she bit into a juicy fruit, while standing in the middle of the street. She looked at the small group near the wall and raised her arm, eventually letting the fruit fly towards the three people. She didn't aim at any of them in particular, but if no one moved it was sure to hit at least one of them. The fruit was medium sized and had a soft, but firm texture on the outside.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier "Guns huh? Well, I wouldn't know about those," Chloe said jovially in response as she listened to him speak, though in truth she was quite serious. Her form of magic required her to possess a rather in depth knowledge of the shapes and properties of weapons. The more she knew the easier it was to create them through her magic. Swords were easy. Shields were even easier if you wanted something simple but strong. Guns though, guns were a weapon that she could not create with her magic. Too many moving parts for a start. She moved over to the table that he had indicated and knelt down before the chest and looked it over. She did not go to open it. "I will be, in a manner of speaking, though not without those rods~" she said in an almost lyrical, singsong tone. "I may need to use them before the day is out you see, depending on what the young lady knight has to say~" The truth at the moment was that she had no idea what was going to happen when she got her answer. She might even need to use them on the lady herself, if it came to it. She looked at the blacksmiths back and stared at him for a moment as a thought occurred to her. "Chloe Magnolia Chevalier, at your service my lord craftsman," she said playfully without a hint of apparent sarcasm.</s> <\|message\|>Avon L. Ruhame Avon Ruhame After noting the poster's information and pounding into his brain the location and time, he decided he would check it out a little bit early. He glanced at the poster before he left to see the gates, as much as he would've loved to take the poster himself so he could easily reference the information, that might have made it so others wouldn't know about it. And ruining other people's job opportunities wasn't something he was up for. So, after speaking the information aloud in order to get it down for sure, he meandered over towards the gate. ' Wow, fuck. I hope they still have room for me. ' Not only did it look like there was a meeting about it today, but it was packed! If Avon had any other promising jobs he could've got, he would probably had just left. But his curiosity and trouble looking for work in the town made it so he would stay. The people around him didn't look all that untrustworthy, however handfull of them gave off some shady vibes. Not that it mattered, if there were this many people the job would most likely be a huge success. 'It'd be as smooth as a lynchin' was the wording he used when he thought about it. Well, with this many people though the money might be split into pretty small chunks, and the job offer never said it was going to pay well. As Avon drew closer, he was able to pick out who was Hazael, and what she was saying. Instantly he felt like an idiot. Wow If I ain't the biggest dumbass in this crowd I would never find who is. He had thought the spider was some company brand, or what symbol the group would be representing. Not what they were hunting! Oh well, at least no one knew that's what he thought it would be. He was also surprised at the job request itself. Now, Avon isn't, nor ever was too great of a monster hunter, but a job like this was one he was somewhat excited to go on. Helping scientists, killing baddies, getting payed, sounded like a honest job! So long as he wasn't expected to extort some old men after the job was done he was ready to go! After Hazael finished explaining the job, she asked for those present to introduce themselves. Avon decided on waiting a bit before throwing himself out there, people probably wouldn't want to hear about the wandering amateur gunsmith anyway.</s> <\|message\|>Nex Nex's cloak flew outwards as a tendril of black intercepted the fruit that seemed to be headed his way, spearing it right through the center. It retreated slightly, stopping only to allow Nex to pull the fruit off of it, then it dispersed nothingness. Nex took a bite out of it, enjoying the taste of it, sweet yet tart at the same time. Nex walked over to the person who has thrown the fruit, his ever present smile still plastered on his face. "You know it's not nice to throw things lady, people could get hurt. But now that you've stopped trying to be sneaky, Nex can ask you who you are. Nex likes having a lot of friends, would you like to be one of them?" Nex continued to munch on the fruit, nodding towards the lady as he continued to speak. "Also, thanks for fruit, it's very good." Akira</s> <\|message\|>Dante Dante Dante listened to the girl talk, ears perking up when he heard about the rods. He looked at her, dropping the final complete rod into the cloth he had set up next to the anvil, the rod clinking as it hit the others. "Why are you talking like that?" he asked, giving her an odd gaze. When she mentioned her name and being at his service, he cocked his head, eyes widening a little. "Oh, uh... ok. I'm Dante Obsid. Pleasure to meet you." Dante said calmly, handing the bag with the items to the girl. He put up the 'Gone for awhile' sign, and stepped out, shaking his cloak after grabbing his sword, the sharp blade at his waist. "Anyways, I'm off about this adventure. Feel free to follow!" He said, mimicking the sing-song voice and dashing off, using the same path he did when he first moved here, jumping off the side, landing on an old, steady roof, and running along it, jumping aside, not many bothering to look up, and he made his way to the gate, wanting to hear about the adventure. Hearing about this from one like Hazeal, surprised him. He was excited. Something like this hadn't happened to him before. His blood rushed at the thought. He soon was in sight of the gate of the capital, running and waving, hoping he wasn't too late.</s> <\|message\|>Cassie Strom "Right, sorry Sir." Cassie backed off on the teasing, slowing her pace to let the young man take the lead. While she was fully willing to fluster and annoy, she wasn't willing to ACTUALLY undermine a superior officer's pride and authority in public. Despite her attitude, she was a soldier, and a good one at that. Plus, Astarte seemed surprisingly innocent and full of idealism. She didn't have the heart to crush that. At the mention of her wages, however, her thoughts turned to Donat as she puffed her pipe quietly. Expansion of the empire would cripple, rather than bring power. The other nations wouldn't just stand around and let themselves be pushed back. They'd fight. The grand dream of a mighty empire would fracture. Internal power struggles, the poor get trampled, civil war, suppression...Cassie's mind flicked back and forth. Not so much on the potential war, not even on whether or not the nation would survive...but on which side she'd find herself. On one hand, she disagreed heavily with the idea of expansionism. The other nations were allies, there was peace. Living in poverty had let the bombardier learn many things, the least of which being that no matter what's happening, it's the weak and poor who suffer for the strong and rich. But on the other hand, her family relied on her own military wages to stay above the water. If she opposed Donat openly, assuming she wasn't executed on the spot, she'd be discharged from the military. Her family would crumble. A matter of pride and principal versus family and necessity. She had time to decide. She would see what the Knight Lieutenant was planning. It could be a ruse to sniff out those who opposed Donat and kill them. See how things go. Make a decision then. For now, focus on the fact that she'd got to unload her Howler into a living monster, instead of another damn training dummy. The thought filled her with glee as she adjusted the straps to her massive harness, already measuring the charges in her head. Judging by the name and the mention of silk, this thing was a spider of some sort. Hard shell. Squishy interiors. She couldn't help herself at the thought of seeing gore filled explosions from each shot she'd let loose. Puncture slugs would do amazing things to such a beast. "Don't suppose we'll be getting paid for this hunt sir? I could use some extra money, and I AM using my personal powders for this. The stuff the treasury springs for just doesn't have the oomph or the flare that makes every shot so damn beautiful. Gotta tinker a bit to give it that extra burn." She bit her lip, picking up the pace to match Astarte's as they neared the gate. Looked like quite the crowd had gathered actually. She wiped at her monocle, adjusting the cravat on her coat and cracking her knuckles happily, the massive Howler Cannon dwarfing just about everyone in attendance.</s> <\|message\|>Salazar Theroux Salazar held his arm up, palm flattened as the bird returned to him. The images, sounds and shapes that the illusion had seen and heard flooded violently into his mind. The process was always a little painful as images ripped into his head and allocated their positions in his internal timeline. The bird chirped gently before blinking out of existence. Salazar folded his arms and closed his eyes slowly. This was another painful part of altering a minds, travelling through them. His body blinked out of existence in the court and shortly materialized in the middle of the group that had gathered. "Hello everyone" he spun around, taking in the faces that surrounded him "well isn't this a quaint meeting" he smiled and bowed gently, the last of the residual blue energy his magic created flicking off him like ethereal flames. He turned to Hazael and smiled "A pleasure as always, Hazael" he clasped her hand and pressed the back of her hand to his lips before looking back towards the others "Salazar Theroux, a pleasure to meet you all" his eyes flicked up to the massive cannon and knew that meant one thing. She was joining the hunt. Salazar smiled inwardly. She is always a fun companion Grim whispered in Salazar's ear.</s>	<\|message\|>Ralena Ralena watched as the form appeared and stopped the fruit from hitting anyone. She stared at the male for some moments, a dull expression on her face, before seeing him walking over to her. With the mysterious male near her, she changed her footing; her sword sheathed on her left hip. She looked at the male, before her expression brightened in marvel. "Wow! That was amazing! How did you do that?" She continued the bright expression for a moment, before her expression went to its true, annoyed state, looking toward the others that were some several paces away. It seemed another person was there now. That's four. She focused on the male that was near her again. Her expression and voice stayed neutral this time. "Sneaking around? Not sure what you mean. And oh, sorry about that. It slipped from my hand, I would never throw anything like that on purpose at someone." More people were coming this way.</s>
<\|description\|>Hayato Ray Age: 15 Gender: Male Appearance: Hayato wears a simple black T-Shirt covered by a dark-blue Samurai-like custom made jacket and simple blue jeans, his hair is long and tied like a ponytail, often mistaken for a girl the first time he meets someone. Personality: Hayato is a pretty calm and serious character, and doesn't mind losing when he is duelling. When the odds are unfair he will simply just surrender as he thinks its the same as commiting seppuku in the old samurai ways. Outside of duels he is a pretty easy to talk to even if he takes a few things too litterally. History: Hayato lives with his 2 parents, both pretty big in duelling industry. His father is a professional duelist, and his mother is a duel equipment inventor/expert. Hayato had a tough life testing out the equipment and becoming a better duelist, but later his parents decided to enroll him into the duel tower, along with his sister Hayate. Hayato was forced into bringing the failed duel gear with him by his mom due to his strange way of getting people to want the most random junk Favorite Card/archtype: Six samurai Chosen deck: Samurai warlords Chosen Course: Action Dueling/Standard Current Dorm: Earth Current deck: * Monsters:22 Enishi, Shien's Chancellor x 1 Grandmaster of the Six Samurai x 1 Great Shogun Shien x 1 Hand of the Six Samurai x 1 Legendary Six Samurai - Enishi x 1 Legendary Six Samurai - Kageki x 1 Legendary Six Samurai - Kizan x 1 Legendary Six Samurai - Mizuho x 1 Legendary Six Samurai - Shinai x 1 Shien's Advisor x 1 Shien's Daredevil x 1 Shien's Footsoldier x 2 Spirit of the Six Samurai x 1 The Immortal Bushi x 1 The Six Samurai - Kamon x 1 The Six Samurai - Irou x 1 The Six Samurai - Nisashi x 1 The Six Samurai - Yaichi x 2 The Six Samurai - Yariza x 1 The Six Samurai - Zanji x 1 * Spells: 11 Card Trader x 1 Cunning of the Six Samurai x 1 Dark Hole x 1 Reinforcement of the Army x 1 Shien's Dojo x 1 Shien's Smoke Signal x 1 Six Samurai United x 1 Six strike - Triple Impact x 1 Supply squad x 1 Temple of the Six x 1 The Warrior Returning Alive x 1 * Traps: 7 Double-Edged Sword Technique x 1 Fiendish Chain x 1 Musakani Magatama x 1 Return of the Six Samurai x 1 Rivalry of the Warlords x 1 Six Strike - Thunder Blast x 1 Six Style - Dual Wield x 1 * Extra deck: 1 Shadow of the Six Samurai - Shien Spectacular Illusioner Collection Barrier Resonator Blackwing - Boreas the Sharp Chamberlain of the Six Samurai Destruction Cyclone Doppelwarrior Elder of the six samurai Electric Virus Frostosaurus Future Samurai Garmr of the Nordic Beasts Gren, Tactician of Dark World Karakuri Watchdog mdl 313 "Saizan" Majioshaleon Mimir of the Nordic Ascendant Needle Ball Raging Earth Sage of Stillness Scrap Shark Shien's Squire x2 Umbral Soul x 2 Worm Jetelikpse Yaksha "A" Cell Scatter Burst Emblem of the Awakening Karakuri Cash Cache Legendary Ebon Steed Shien's Castle of Mist Six Strike - Triple Impact The A. Forces Anti-Fusion Device Blackboost Call of the Haunted Hero Medal Shien's Scheme Tiki Curse Points: 45 Name: Hayate Ray Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Hayate wears a simple white T-shirt covered by a light blue jacket and a simple blue skirt. Her hair is long and tied like a ponytail, often mistaken for a guy the first time she meets someone. Personality: Hayate is kind and very active, tends to try and converse about dueling whenever possible. Hayate however doesn't tend to say anything after losing a duel, even though she doesn't mind losing unless it's against her own brother. Hayate Tends to recreate dueling moments she finds impressive on either paper or as a paper-craft when she is alone in her home History: Hayate, ever since she was young, always enjoyed duelling. But, unlike her brother Hayato her parents never bothered teaching her the rules of duel monsters and tried to learn the rules by herself, with a little assistance from her brother when she needed it. After saving up money herself, she started to enroll in the Duel Tower after her brother told her she'd learn more Favorite card: Blue-Eyes White Dragon Chosen course Action Dueling/Standard Current Dorm: Wind Chosen deck: Saga of Blue-Eyes White Dragon Structure Deck Current deck * Monsters: 19 Blue-Eyes White Dragon x 1 Rabidragon x 1 Alexandrite Dragon x 1 Luster Dragon x 1 Flamvell Guard x 1 Maiden with Eyes of Blue x 1 Rider of the Storm Winds x 1 Darkstorm Dragon x 1 Kaiser Glider x 1 Hieratic Dragon of Tefnuit x 1 Mirage Dragon x 1 Divine Dragon Apocralyph x 1 The White Stone of Legend x 1 Kaibaman x 1 Herald of Creation x 1 Kaiser Sea Horse x 1 Honest x 1 Shining Angel x 2 * Spells: 13 Dragon Shrine x 1 Silver's Cry x 1 Burst Stream of Destruction x 1 Stamping Destruction x 1 A Wingbeat of Giant Dragon x 1 Trade-In x 1 Cards of Consonance x 1 White Elephant's Gift x 1 One for One x 1 Dragonic Tactics x 1 Soul Exchange x 1 Swords of Revealing Light x 1 Enemy Controller x 1 * Traps: 8 Castle of Dragon Souls x 1 Fiendish Chain x 1 Kunai with Chain x 1 Damage Condenser x 1 Call of the Haunted x 2 Compulsory Evacuation Device x 1 Champion's Vigilance x 1 * Extra: 1 Azure-Eyes Silver Dragon x 1 Monsters Blue-Eyes White Dragon x 1 Rabidragon x 1 Alexandrite Dragon x 1 Luster Dragon x 1 Flamvell Guard x 1 Maiden with Eyes of Blue x 1 Rider of the Storm Winds x 1 Darkstorm Dragon x 1 Kaiser Glider x 1 Hieratic Dragon of Tefnuit x 1 Mirage Dragon x 1 Divine Dragon Apocralyph x 1 The White Stone of Legend x 1 Kaibaman x 1 Herald of Creation x 1 Kaiser Sea Horse x 1 Honest x 1 Shining Angel x 2 Spells Dragon Shrine x 1 Silver's Cry x 1 Burst Stream of Destruction x 1 Stamping Destruction x 1 A Wingbeat of Giant Dragon x 1 Trade-In x 1 Cards of Consonance x 1 White Elephant's Gift x 1 One for One x 1 Dragonic Tactics x 1 Soul Exchange x 1 Swords of Revealing Light x 1 Enemy Controller x 1 Traps Castle of Dragon Souls x 1 Fiendish Chain x 1 Kunai with Chain x 1 Damage Condenser x 1 Call of the Haunted x 2 Compulsory Evacuation Device x 1 Champion's Vigilance x 1 Synchro: Azure-Eyes Silver Dragon x 1 (to be sorted) Angel Trumpeter Bad Aim x 2 Blackwing - Kris the Crack of Dawn Blackwing - Pinaki the Waxing Moon Blue-Eyes White Dragon Dandylion Deskbot Base Digital Bug Cocoondenser Dinomist Spinos Dwarf Star Dragon Planeter Finite Cards Foolish Burial Geargia Change Isolde, Belle of the Underworld Junk Giant Karma Cut Lunalight Blue Cat Lunalight Reincarnation Dance x 2 Lunalight Tiger Mystical Beast of Serket Parallel Twister Peropero Cerperus Protector with Eyes of Blue x 2 Raidraptor - Pain Lanius Re-dyce-cle x 2 Ring of Destruction Smashing Ground Sylvan Charity Tristan, Knight of the Underworld Contract with the Dark Master Dark Master - Zorc Points: 45</s> <\|message\|>Joshua Tamashii Joshua Tamahsii Kyou Joshua spent the next couple of days going through the norms of school life, trying to stay awake through the classes that didn't involve his ability to hear being reduced by an overly loud old man, living through the classes that did, and enjoying the occasional duel when he had the chance and could find an opponent to do so with. This day was definitely a little different though, as he and the rest of his fellow first years were gathered up and brought to the ground floor where Transformer was standing on his own private bit of floating metal. "Great, the human megaphone has his own private grandstanding stage." He muttered before listening to the announcement. The news of people being moved up and down in the dorms was no surprise to him, he kind of figured that would happen at some point. He also figured that he was likely going to be one of the ones to fall. Well, if that was the case, he would deal with it. The only part of the announcement that he really cared about was the announcement of the competitions. He immediately knew which one he would go for and set off to sign up, but before he could, another boy approached, talking about... something about samurai. "Sorry mate, but I know nothing about samurai. This is simply how I like to dress. So I can't help you with something like that. Sides, I plan on signing up for the acrobatics competition, if I can get more details on it. If it aint my thing... well, guess I'll put up with this disc a bit longer. Anyway, good luck with your samurai thing." With that being said, Joshua headed to the gym. Amelia Averyonna Amelia went through the school days as best she could, keeping up her studies, learning to live through Transformer's shouting, and trying to improve her dueling skills. She had learned to avoid the students in purple uniforms and made sure to do so as best she could, usually with a good deal of success. This day, she was gathered with her peers, though she remained as distant as possible. After listening to Transformer, she went over what he said. The thought of being promoted and demoted didn't scare her. She was already in the lowest dorm, so she had nothing to fear... right. As for the events, she would have to pass on them. She couldn't do the swimming or acrobatic events, given her heart condition. She doubted that she would be able to wear a swimsuit in front of a crowd anyway, the mere thought causing her face to become very red. She knew nothing about racing so she would have to pass on that and she had no talents to speak of in her mind. Sighing, she got up and headed off to find something to eat.</s> <\|message\|>Megan Claravet Megan listened to Transformer talk, freshly amazed every time he spoke at the amount of volume he could put out. It was quite exciting really. They were getting rank adjustments, playing in special events with the tantalizing rewards of custom discs and one of a kind cards. The first contest that caught Megan's eye was the swimming one. She'd spent a year on the swim team. Oh and Transformer picked up the podium and walked out with it. That was a thing that happened. More support for Megan's secret belief that the man was a cyborg or robot of some kind. Anyway. Megan quickly ran up to floor 7 to get into a swimsuit, scope out the competition, and get a little practice in.</s>	<\|message\|>Hayato Ray Hayate, who had left her brother straight after hearing the announcement, was excited about the competitions. Hayate was going to drag Hayato into whatever she would join, but she really couldn't wait to sign up. She rushed to her room to get her swimsuit. While in her room, she wondered if acrobatics would have been a better choice. Hayate opted to go for swimming anyway since she always loved the thrill of racing in a group. Hayate had quickly started to repack her bag once again, taking out most of her crafting paper since she wouldn't want it to get all soggy and unfoldable. Hayate quickly left her room and ran to take the stairs towards to the pool to sign up. It did not take her too long to arrive at the pool. Sadly, due to her habit of running, she slipped. The girl was able to break her fall by swiftly transitioning into a short roll forward and sighed afterwards. "That was a close one... General! I am here to sign up for the swimming competition," Hayate said. She completely forgot his title wasn't General but Colonel, unfazed by the fact she almost fell onto the hard poolside floor. Hayato sighed in response to the other person leaving and scratched his head "I'll have to find myself a teacher to help me out instead then" Hayato said to himself searching for teachers to ask for the stuff he needs for his backup plan</s>
<\|description\|>Enu'falu \| Enufa Lu-Vizsla Age: 21 Gender: Female Species: Twi'lek Combat Role: Support Years in Mynock Squad: 1 Appearance: Standing at 1.6 meters (5'3") and 131 pounds, Enu'falu doesn't tower over the majority of her teammates if any of them at all. With her young age she isn't particularly battle-worn in appearance outside of a few cuts from vibroblade brawls and blaster fire. Her eyes are an icy blue much like her complexion and skin tone with light angular markings on her tendrils which extend past a metallic headband that was once her mother's. When outside of her armor her appearance is likened much to that of a fringer or freight smuggler with a long jacket, tunic, and utility belt. Cosmetically she does not favor the superfluous or excessive. Skills and Abilities: * Bounty Hunter Trained from a young age with a wealth of experience in combat and non-combat by Mekket Vizsla, Enu'falu has very distinct knowledge and skills. This is not to say she is a master bounty hunter or mercenary but she is skilled enough to be competent at it. Tracking, predicting target psychology, information gathering, and ambush tactics are all part of her skillset. * Uncanny Reflexes Due to her conditioning and training by Mekket Vizsla, the twi'lek has found herself faster than most with good instinctive reflexes and perception of her surroundings which has allowed her to avoid critical injury in senseless brawls with her betters. However she isn't as fast as she used to be given that she is an adult and not an adolescent. * Tough Learner Enu'falu has trouble learning quickly, which admittedly is not a good trait in a potential hunter or mercenary. In tight spots she will rely on a proven method of success rather than adapting in a pinch which can be quite problematic. Equipment * Mekket's Mandalorian Helmet * Mandalorian Shock Armor * Aratech Heavy Blaster * GXW Blaster Carbine * Grenade Belt * Toolkit * Vibroknife History: Enu'falu had a childhood that wasn't particularly idyllic, but it wasn't terrible—or it wasn't until her father found himself on the unintended receiving end of blaster fire from a panicked target of a bounty. Given her mother's death three years prior this left Enu orphaned on a backwater planet and at age seven would've been left to the elements of the underbelly of the planet if not for the guilt of the bounty hunter who indirectly caused her father's death. This bounty hunter was a Mandalorian named Mekket, a veteran hireling from the infamous Vizsla Clan, and the man she would come to know as her second "father". Despite this guilt and debt he thought he owed the young twi'lek, Mekket also found himself in an ill situation to raise a child in-between jobs as a bounty hunter/mercenary, his cynical worldview, a lack of experience with children, and poor time to do it. For a time he searched for a better home for the child but by the time he had found something remotely suitable found himself decidedly attached to the point he changed his mind about not raising her himself. In time Mekket knew he had to prepare Enu if she was going to be able to do anything after his time had come and his final fight had passed. It was here that he began instilling Mandalorian values in her as well as constantly conditioning her as a hunter and fighter. Despite Enu's difficulty learning quickly, constant training and lectures began to prepare her in several ways—even if Mekket had not birthed her himself he most certainly had a child of his own, something that kept him pushing her harder and harder as his expectations had to be met. After all, the galaxy was far more harsh and unforgiving than any difficult session of training. Following his private mentorship, Mekket began taking Enu on his contracts—explaining the occupation, what it demanded, and the consequences of failing; and seeing it point blank was far easier to grasp than being told like she had been previously. She operated as his pseudo-partner on these jobs and in time she did well despite some failures in the beginning that cost Mekket partial vision in his left eye. Consequences, indeed. However, a fit of nostalgia and duty had been filling Mekket's heart—one unrelated to his newfound daughter-partner. This was of course, the precedent of the raids that led up to the Mandalorian Wars. Enu couldn't agree more with her adopted father due to what he had taught her and how he had in a way told her how to think. She was Mandalorian in many ways already, so with an eager hunger the duo found themselves on Dxun— where he had all of the rites enforced upon his non-inducted daughter. It was 3971 BBY. The training on Dxun was not easy and as Mekket set off to join the war himself with her on Dxun she found adrenaline and drive in her desire to make him proud—he had raised her since she was seven years old after all. She would go on to endure the Mandalorian training rites and earn respect, when she saw Mekket again he had given her his helmet as a keepsake: to keep her pushing on even if they were apart. After a modification the helmet became her own and she kept it close. After a series of battles and surviving assaults where her comrades had perishes the higher command took an interest to her skills and looked to the vacancy of a role in the well-regarded Mynock Squad. To which she began serving under Rika Lapaz starting in 3963 BBY. It has been a year since, and the story carries on… Psychological Analysis: Deflecting emotional issues with sarcastic snark, Enu finds trouble opening up to others. She's admittedly abrasive and difficult, choosing to be rash and stubborn over obedient and open to new ideas. However, she does get decidedly positive results despite her difficult psychosis. She was admitted to the squad for her results and perhaps the benefit of working with others in a team climate to better her own cooperativeness. Perhaps it is due to only enduring loss that this rigid shell was born, or perhaps it was the mentorship by Mekket Vizsla and how he explained people to her in her childhood who himself had decidedly cynical views of the universe. Despite all of that however she does have virtues of courage, honor, guile, and loyalty – though it would take certain circumstances to breed such behaviors such as comfortability, friendship, or nostalgia. Character Relations: TBD</s> <\|message\|>Milos Dredd Dredd sat stiffly with his eyes shut as the transport veered suddenly in a different direction. The rumble of the ship and the increase of heat told him that they had just avoid an explosion. His hands tightly grasped what they could to keep him still, his fingers beginning to ache under the stress. No matter how many he did, he always hated these drops. He had no control over what was happening - he didn't even know what was happening most of the time. "Not long now." he silently reassured himself as the shuttle seemed to jolt. Inside his suit he was sweating profusely and it make him incredibly uncomfortable; he was made for colder climates after all. The fact that he hated his large cumbersome armour made the experience all the worse. "Don't melt in all this heat Snowflake, once i win all the glory the bar tab is on you after this. I'll see the rest of you on the ground, don't be surprised if the battle is over." Dredd opened his eyes to see Russ standing by the door facing him, and a quick glance revealed that Rika and the droid had already jumped. He simply smirked in response to the jibe, knowing that his comrade was going to jump before he got a chance to fire off a witty comeback. "I'll cover the bar tap of whoever manages to shoot Russ." Dredd jested to those left on the transport as he climbed to his feet. He took a moment to brace himself before jumping out into the dark veil himself. A long deep inhale should have cleared his mind, but instead made his nose twitch as it was filled with the various lingering body odours that stained the vessel and its crew. Pushing off his back foot, Dredd burst out of the door and fell into the open sky. He let himself fall flat for a short time, relaxed and able to scour the area, and took some enjoyment in feeling the wind gush wildly past him. As he neared the deployment altitude he tucked himself in and did a couple of rolls in order to get himself upright and prepare to use his jet-pack. The decent was executed without a hitch, with him finding himself in some thick woodland about 3 clicks west of Rika. "This is Mynock Five. I have landed 2 clicks West of Mynock One. ETA t-" Dredd's message was suddenly cut short as he heard the rumble of footsteps nearby. "ETA fifteen minutes as I might have company. Don't wait up." As he continued his message he flicked the button on his belt, powering up his stealth field generator. Within seconds the Mandalorian seemed to fade from sight, just in time to avoid being seen by a trio of soldiers that emerged from the treeline. "It was over here. I swear I just heard someone talking too!" said the smallest of the natives. These men were clearly militia, and judging by the look of apprehension on their faces they were probably inexperienced too. The trio slowly walked out into the small opening and towards a small patch of scorched earth. "See! Burn marks! One of those bastards must have landed here." said the smallest man again. The oldest of the trio, a man clearly close to retirement age who bore only the remnants of grey hair, begun to look around. His voice was grizzly as he spoke, "Couldn't have gotten far, but there's bound to be more of them. Probably landing all over the place now. We should get back and help with-" The man's voice was cut off and his eyes grew large with terror as he felt the cool metal whip across his throat. His comrades couldn't process the threat quick enough as the near-invisible being launched himself at the next man, knocking away the soldier's rifle before sticking the vibroblade beneath his jaw. The man did not die straight away and struggled futily as Dredd held his grip on him. "No!" screamed the youngest man in fear as he watched his friends butchered before him. He raised his blaster rifle and tried to fire at Dredd, but the mandalorian used his friend as a shield and blocked the shots. Dredd, still holding on to his now dead shield, closed the gap between himself and the last man before barging him over. "Don't struggle. This was never a fight you could win." Dredd whispered as he wrestled with the last man on the floor. He manoeuvred himself onto the man's chest, pinning down his arms with his knees. Then, without hesitation, he plunged his two blades into the man's chest. He did not wait for the man to die and instead climbed back to his feet before disappearing from sight once more.</s> <\|message\|>Mar Den Mar just stood in the craft as they made their descent. He had his altitude guage up on his hud to tell the perfect time to jump. Though it was just good manners to let Rika jump first. Once she was away he fastened his strap from the rifle onto his gun to make sure that even if he were to let go of it with both hands it wouldn't be lost. He had managed to keep this one for a record amount of itme after all, he wasn't going to lose it on some un-important mud puddle. As he began moving forward he sighed as the droid turned to him, and as the droid jumped he raised his rifle in jest aiming in the droids direction. "Nobody would ever need to know, when they asked what happened I could say he got caught in the crossfire." He then just shrugged and jumped out, head first to gain speed and arms at his sides with his gun locked in position. Using his arms as fins to adjust his descent gradually as he went down aiming for the yellow area marked on his hud indicating the landing site, he could already hear some of the others calling in as they landed. As he neared the ground he pulled himself up slowing and changing his direction slightly into a curve. AS he neared the ground he pulled right back firing his pack to slow him down, though not all the way. Unlike the others he kept enough momentum and fired late enough that as he hit the ground, behind his knee at the right time he came out in a roll. Rifle raised and eye through the scope he scanned the area. Nothing in sight at all. He tapped his helmet comm. "Mynock-Nine reporting in. I've got nothing on scans, no movement." He stood up, holding his rifle at the ready. "Mynock-One. On my way, ETA-2 minutes."</s>	<\|message\|>Enu'falu \| Enufa Lu-Vizsla "I'll cover the bar tap of whoever manages to shoot Russ." Enu'falu stifled a chuckle as Dredd made the comment at their comrades expense before jumping into the atmosphere of Eres III. The Twi'lek had been with the Mynock Squadron for a year now and whilst it still felt rigid for what she was used to she also felt comfortable in a way as they plunged into combat scenarios with insane odds that held equally as insane challenges. It almost felt like she was going into a scenario with none of the cards at the Pazaak table in her favor… and the adreniline she got from all of that was amazing. It almost made being separated from Mekket worth it and for the Mandalorian Twi'lek that was a rare drink served to anybody or anything, of course that was due to the fact that Mekket had basically raised her. She hoped her mentor was out there doing well— she wouldn't know what she'd do if she found out something had happened despite the reality of the war was very clear for her. Enu'falu jumped up as another one of her comrades took the plunge after the Echani as a smile formed on her lips underneath her helmet. She could feel the adrenaline pumping exponentially— making her feel a rush of energy that not even a Hutt Cartel could offer her. "If only Mekket was here." She thought as she prepared to take the plunge into the atmosphere herself. "Time to have some fun." She took a glance back to the Zabrak of their group and took a wave. "Try to keep up, Syg." She teased before falling into the atmosphere. The Twi'lek female thrust herself through the atmosphere like a Mynock lunging for it's meal, looking for a target and swooping down upon it. As she broke into deployment altitude she flipped herself in mid-air readying to hit the thrusters on her jetpack. Though Enu was cockier than some she did not exactly want to become a big blue durasteel flatcake, so as she hit close to her 'preferred' deployment she hit the thrusters that she had prepared only moments prior. SWWP! THUD! Enu would look around, checking her radar before she frowned. No detected hostiles? No big fanfare? How boring. Oh well, time to get to it; she would find somebody to shoot eventually. "This is Mynock Six— landed and on route."</s>
<\|description\|>Tomomi Katayama Tomomi Katayama Nicknames: Kata Age: 16 Gender: Female Weapon Type: Gloves & Knuckles Appearance: She never bothers to wear her school uniform, and the teachers have given up on trying to make her. As such, she tends to wear this type of outfit everywhere, much to the irritation of the school's staff. Personality: Kata is the type of person that refuses to lose to anyone. Over-competitive, determined and reckless, she is unable to bring herself to turn away from a fight. No matter who or what she is trying to take on, she is confident that she can and will beat it. This attitude can tend to get her into trouble, but her stubborn nature, quick thinking and skills can also get her out of it, at least most of the time. When she is fighting, it becomes clear that she's a little bit of an adrenaline junkie, and will happily put herself in danger just for the thrill of it, making her perfectly willing to take on fights for others. This has the unusual effect of making her seem quite selfless, when in reality she is anything but. Her attitude towards fights changes a lot if she ever gets angry. While normally she is quite fiery and hot-tempered, once she passes a certain point her anger becomes much colder and more frightening to deal with. This only really happens if someone has done something to hurt her beforehand or damage her pride during the fight. She tends to put on a bit of a false front, appearing carefree and relaxed in response to confrontation and never seeming to take it seriously when other people mention her issues, acting like she doesn't care. If people put her further, she has a range of tactics to deflect from it, including cutting remarks, frosty silence and shameless flirting. It should be said that she will probably do the last one either way. Biography: Born and raised in Inaba, Kata always found the town kind of boring. She was an only child and her parents, while they cared about her, weren't very attentive and just ignored her leaving her to do her own thing most of the time. She was never the most attentive pupil in school, always feeling as though there were better things to do than sit and memorise a bunch of facts she'd never use. When the murders started happening, she was a lot less freaked out than a lot of people. Sure, it wasn't good and she found it really messed up, but something was finally happening in Inaba. In the midst of all the craziness, she actually stopped causing trouble a little, seeing as there was actually something unusual happening to distract her for once. She calmed down, was paying more attention in class and actually got pretty good grades for a while. Once it was all over, though, she returned to her old ways even more than before. Having something actually happen in Inaba just made it even harder to go back to the sleepy town's usual atmosphere. Currently, she spends her time messing with people and practising her martial arts skills in search of something to do, but she finds herself lacking some sort of purpose in life while people around her are deciding what they want to do. Arcana: Chariot Persona: Kottos - A large, muscular humanoid figure with several pairs of arms and a silver body, covered in dark red armour. It has long, white hair. As a persona of the Chariot arcana, it is focused around using physical skills. Skills: Sonic Punch Tarukaja</s> <\|message\|>Will Cage Heero and Will sat alone eating some french fries and a sandwich ordered from the staff here at Junes. As Will looked around as more and more people come doing their things Will and Heero couldn't help but wonder if that call was just an elaborate excuse by Minto to bail on them. The duo sat rather silently talking about stuff like the school, and how things were likely going to go from now on. There really wasn't much too talk about or do it would seem. The store just got more people and got a bit more busy but nothing Heero hadn't experienced before and Will hadn't seen over seas. "Man I told you this place was going to be freaking boring but no you and the other new kid had me drag your butts down here and he didn't even bother staying." Heero grumbled as he chewed on his food and chugged down the rest of his soda. "He said he had to go it doesn't really matter does it? Whatever we'll see him at school probably. We'll find out if the call was real or not. Besides i'm in his class." Will said as he finished off his own drink. He ate most of his own food but he couldn't stomach the rest of it really. "We still got the whole day ahead of us so what next?" Heero asked as Will thought up what he wanted to do and then it occurred to him that he really should get to know the town. On the other hand...."Alright let's go to your house and play some of that Final Smash Friends game! It's all the rage right now? Maybe we can kick some butt online." Will suggested as Heero thought about and shrugged, "Maybe but you suck at it and I'm barely any good. Still it's a way to pass the time I guess. Alright let's go just make sure you throw out any trash you got." Heero said with a little bit of enthusiasm as the duo made their way through town on the quickest route too their house. They had to go through some of Hashirama's gang bangers and a group of little kids on the way there but they managed just fine. However on the way back they ran into a little girl who shocked Will and pushed Heero over by accident. Will hated static shock and Heero nearly cursed the little girl out but held himself back. Besides the girl was running with her eyes closed and she wasn't paying attention. Bad attitude for a place like this given the circumstances but the police were now on full crawl around town and she'd be fine regardless. "What a pain in the ass...whatever let's just keep moving." Heero grumbled as he dusted his pants off since they were now covered in dust. === Timeskip - Later in the day 8:00 The night had settled around Inaba and people all around the city went back home too go to sleep. Soon enough most of the town would go into a deep slumber. However Heero and Will sat up playing FSF and as it turned out they did suck. But they were winning matches here and there and that was enough to set Heero's competitive streak on fire. "I swear to god these people got no lives man! We got to try harder!" Heero grumbled angrily as he fell back on a bean bag chair and Will yawned tiredly. He was getting really sleepy at this point and bored of the game on top of that. "Alright man just a few more games before we go to bed." Will grumbled as he rubbed his eyes. Heero ignored it and pressed on determined to win the game with Will play as Shroud and Heero playing as Gilfer of the Triangle they both fought against Bomber King and Zero Armor Krowser. It would be an intense match...because as it seemed both teams were awful.</s> <\|message\|>Tomomi Katayama Tomomi Katayama Tomomi's mood had gotten progressively worse as she headed home. She opened the door, trying to make as little noise as possible, but it really wasn't any use. As soon as she came in, her mother's head snapped around, a look of anger on her face. "Detention already, Tomomi? I thought we told you to behave yourself this year. If you keep going like this, you'll never get anywhere. Can't you understand that?" She said, standing up and walking over to her daughter. Tomomi's father didn't do anything much, just shook his head sternly. Tomomi felt her face burning with anger and embarrassment. She didn't have to sit here and listen to this. They always talked like this, like she was some kind of moron or something. 'Don't you want to be successful?' Yeah, Tomomi already knew what they thought, all of them. Teachers, parents, most adults to be honest. Every single one of them thought she'd never amount to anything. And who knows, maybe they were right. With a dismissive gesture, Tomomi replied, not showing that it bugged her. "Yeah, I got detention. So what? You gonna say I'm a disappointment again? I don't think I heard you the first fifty times. Getting kinda sick of it." Tomomi's mother looked at her coldly. "Then you should stop proving me right." she said, before turning back to sit with her laptop. Probably dealing with some kind of work issue. Those always got paid more attention than Tomomi did. Tomomi just headed up to her room, seething with rage and tossed a couple cushions against the wall. After that, she just sat staring at the ceiling. Didn't feel like sleeping quite yet, but wasn't gonna do much else either.</s> <\|message\|>Akira Kage Akira had taken his time in Aiya simply trying to was as much of it as he could before having to head home. He would spin from side to side on the stool as he watched the other diners come and go. No one of any interest had showed their face in Aiya today, hell the most interesting person he'd seen in town was likely that card reader, Samuel. Thinking about it, Akira recalled a strange sensation like a tingling on his spin as he left. Then again it was so faint it was more then likely something of nothing. The boy simply shrugged the thought off deciding it was time to leave. He slid off the stole into a stroll as he waved a halfhearted farewell to the owner. The streets had grown tired in the evening, most people were either heading home or for the bar. There wasn't really a whole lot that seemed to happen around here at night, something that Akira had quickly learned when he'd moved here a year ago. Akira shoved his hands into his pockets as he began the uneventful walk back home. Arriving back at the house wasn't exactly anything to look forward to, he wasn't particularly attached to his Aunt and Uncle and with their work patterns it wouldn't be surprising to find the place "Empty..." Akira spoke softly as he opened the door and flicked on the lights. Akira simply gazed around as he walked on over to the kitchen pulling the usual note of the fridge. He skimmed over the contents, something about food that he could eat if he was hungry. "No thank you." Akira commented to himself as he screwed the note up and dropped it into the bin. With no reason to stay downstairs Akira headed up to his bedroom. It bared the very few essentials and things of his that he had managed to gather together before moving to Inaba. His pride and joy of a book collection vastly overpowered everything else in the room, a console sat on the floor in front of the TV gathering dust, he had so few games that he wondered why he even bothered to keep it. Akira drops his backpack down on the ground and casually grabs a random book from the shelves, heading over to his bed. He turns the book round reading the back cover before deciding that his random choice had satisfied him and begins to read it.</s> <\|message\|>Will Cage Sometime later... When Tomomi, Will, and Akira fell asleep that night something interesting happened indeed. In a dream they found themselves in a room surrounded by things familiar to them. The scenery seemed to perfectly match their own personality with the furniture, and the overall out look of the room seemingly being a reflection of their own tastes. They were walled in from all sides except for a singular brown wooden door standing in the middle of one wall. There was no one in with them however there was a white mask with a intricate design that differed from the others who were also stuck in their rooms. However there were some similarities between all of the rooms. There was a grand father clock located somewhere in the room ticking back and forth rheumatically. And beyond the door there was the faint noise of what sounded like classical carnival music playing but it was very faint and sounded far away. Otherwise things seemed to be relatively straight forward. There was very little in the rooms besides the mask and the personalized features between each of the rooms. === Will woke up in his room which was plain, and covered with white walls. There were no windows and a book case was next to the clock. The simple fact of the matter seemed to be that he was in an american house. Which was odd considering he knew he had fallen asleep in Heero's house. Was he having a dream? It was bizarre as he found himself looking around more he found that he was in bed, more specifically his bed from back home, and that there was a mask right next to his bed on a desk. There were stacks of papers thrown about which made he feel like he had trouble dealing with all of the paper work a previous night or earlier that day. However he was distinctly aware of the fact that this was not his room but it oddly felt comforting. Like he was in an environment specifically tailored to him personally despite the mess and clutter there was indeed some control around. But the sound of the clock ticking was already getting on his nerves. He wondered what the heck was going on as he got up and looked around the room. As he went to pick up the papers he found nothing but innate scribbles on the paper. He dropped the papers and looked around some more with no windows, or places to go too he couldn't help but feel like this was going to end really badly for him if he didn't get out of the room soon even it was a dream.</s>	<\|message\|>Tomomi Katayama Tomomi woke up covered in a heap of blankets. She sat up, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. When she opened them, though, the light was almost blinding as it reflected off of bright white walls. Still feeling dazed, she got up and headed to the space where her dresser normally was, but tripped over a small stool. Wait. Tomomi did a double take. She would have remembered falling asleep in here. And this room was just so... White. White walls, white floor, white ceiling. It was strange. Unnerving. Really, really weird. The room was pretty nice, although most people would have found it kind of shabby-looking. The furniture was all slightly weathered, as though it had been left outside for a little while. Anything painted was slightly worn away. Most people would have called the room shabby, but to Tomomi it was comforting. It wasn't refined, didn't put on airs or anything. It wasn't trying to make an impression, it just was what it was. She liked this kind of room. The atmosphere was kind of honest, somehow. She didn't feel like she had to keep pretending, in a place like this. The only thing that seemed out of place was the clock. It was kind of grand, compared to the rest of the room. Almost creepy. She walked over to a dresser, which had a few things scattered across it. A mirror, an old comb, a couple of polished stones and seashells, and a small mask. As Tomomi looked at the mask, she noticed that she could hear faint music in the background, almost like there was a carnival nearby. As much as the room was comfortable and she liked it, there was something about this whole situation that just felt off. It was like things had been tailor-made for her. Despite herself, Tomomi picked up the mask. She wasn't sure why she did it at all. It wasn't like she needed a mask for anything, and it'd probably just get in the way, but she couldn't just leave it there. Trying the door, she found that it was locked. After kicking it a couple of times, it was pretty obvious that the thing wasn't budging. With a sigh, she sat down on the bed. Nothing for it but to wait, she supposed.</s>
<\|description\|>Tyreese Nwakaeme Darnell Backstory: Zey is the only child of a Turkish diplomat and a translator/cultural adviser. She was raised in embassies and on the fringes of summits all over the Earth before joining the ESA cadet programme at 18. After passing with merit, she became a test pilot for experimental civilian & military prototypes. Starting with single occupant craft, Zey showed intelligence, initiative and a willingness to push the envelope which was just the right side of reckless. After a few years, her ambition secured her a co-pilot. Soon after that, she was handed the project of testing larger ships that required a crew of up to a dozen. A decade into her career, a veteran test pilot Zeynap was headhunted by a Martian military industrial conglomerate. Her new job was to train pilots on the Red Planet how to fly a jet fighter system she had tested through from prototype to production years back. Still without a family and parents she had a testy relationship with, Zey moved to Mars and started making the big bucks. Really big bucks. Like outrageous amounts of currency. She hated it. Being stuck in one training facility the whole time, on a planet that wasn't terraformed yet, unable to spread her wings personally. Her mental health began to deteriorate after a year or so. Zey drank, gambled and got high; anything to ease the boredom and depression. Eventually, she started getting into fights with colleagues and even students. Her firm had been willing to overlook certain misdemeanours on account of her skillset and experience, but they couldn't condone attacks on other staff. Officially, Zey took a medical leave of absence. Unofficially, she would never instruct for them again. Even though she longed to return to Earth, something stopped her initially. It may have been the shame of how far she'd sunk, and the dread of her highly-powered parents finding out. Or it may have been that Mars was a relatively lawless place, which suited her current frame of mind. Eventually, Zey joined a unit of private military contractors who flew and guarded valuable shipments of raw materials between different manufacturing hubs around Solar System. The modern equivalent to Cash-In-Transit jobs of old. Well paid and usually dangerous. She flew overpowered freighters like they were fighter jets or battering rams, depending on what threatened them. She still drank and got high, and kept assuring herself she'd pull herself together and get back to Earth soon. Whether or not she would have succeeded on her own is purely speculation now. Somehow, a representative from the Tamerlane Exploration company got in touch. Said they'd got her details from a friend at the Martian industrial conglomerate - they had an exciting job opportunity. Zey's skillset looked ideal, would she like to apply? It would mean taking command of her largest crew to date. Zey headed back to Earth immediately, embellished what she'd achieved since going on medical leave in the interview, and got the job. The Jotunheim was already part way through construction when she arrived in Norway to get acclimated. Some of the crew had already been sourced - Zey was able to be present in some of the later interviews and tests. Because of the rapidly accelerated timeline, the crew was really only able to fly the prototype together a dozen times before the Board of Directors authorised a full maiden voyage. Species: Human Age: 35 Appearance: Callsign: Ezra Name: [REDACTED] Species: Human Age: [REDACTED] Appearance (in armour): Appearance (without armour):</s> <\|message\|>Jonsdottir, Vigdis Vigdis studied the captain for a second or two, deliberating on whether to tell her the truth or what she wanted to hear. "Vaguely." She chose to be truthful, tightening the last strap on the current crate into the system and sprinting toward the weapon, noting the red stripe on the magazine indicating a load of armor-piercing darts. At that point, it had become clear that the attackers' rules of engagement made no distinction between combatants and unarmed bystanders. Donning the sling around her shoulders as she exited the Jotunheim's shuttle bay into the main hangar, she used it to push the Jackal into her shoulder and took cover behind the ramp, dialed up the power, took aim at the center of the shield… …and missed. In the stressful situation, she pulled the trigger too hard, the weapon jerked as she fired and the dart merely skimmed the side of the shield and skipped off to who-knew-where. With an annoyed grunt, she withdrew behind the ramp - just in time to avoid a burst of return fire, the bullets screaming past with the telltale cracks of supersonic rounds and out into the fjord. For a few seconds, she just stared at the bit of space the bullets had crossed, the same bit of space the right side of her chest had been occupying just moments before. After a shout brought her back into the present, she rifled through the pouch where she kept a few spare magazines: Red, red - goddamnit - finally, blue! Vigdis swapped the dart magazine for one with anti-personnel flechettes and peeked out of cover as soon as the return fire subsided. What she was about to try would've worked better with steel buckshot, but you work with what you have, not what you'd like to have. Aiming at the floor under the droid's shield, she emptied the entire magazine before retreating back into cover again, each of the eight trigger pulls sending a volley of almost 50 2x35 mm flechettes, intending for the flechettes to ricochet upward and hit the three attackers legs, bypassing the shield and droid. Due to the wide horizontal spread and nature of what she was doing, she didn't even have to bother with proper trigger squeeze. She didn't even need to seriously harm them, all she needed was for them to stop paying attention to other people in the hangar who had guns.</s> <\|message\|>J'eon of Mythadia J'eon sighs as he put down his bowl and spoon. His simple meal of stewed mashed grains with a dash of liquor he had picked up in Ertiseda was now a warm lump in his first stomach that was slowly spreading. The small pit fire cast was little more than embers now and well-screened from the road, the cart and camp hidden under a few boughs of leaves from prying eyes. Not that he expected company on this rather desolate track that would take him by a few of the farms. If he was lucky, he might find the very thing he sought.... It appeared suddenly, a fireball of light launched to the heavens, its brilliance robbing him of his night vision so that all he could see was splotches of color that burned and blurred, so he buried his face in his hands, massaging them. All around him, even the tiniest of insects were still, but when he looks up, he could see the fireflies had risen, like sparks from a massive fire, all around, giving tribute the only way they could to the brightest light this night. "What was that?" he asks, in a voice as soft as a whisper as he continued looking in the direction of the light, but it did not rise skyward again. There was a faint glow in that direction, miles ahead. Without taking his eyes off the spot, his right foreleg rakes the dirt back into the pit, extinguishing the flames. Whoever had sent that light aloft had announced their presence for miles, there was no need to announce himself. If it repeated, he might have to think someone was in distress...</s> <\|message\|>Kareet of Arcaeda The sun had only set an hour or so prior, so there was still plenty of night left for Kareet and Shirik to travel. Kareet had made all the notes she could for the moment, so she had no reason to hold up the start of this journey. Arcaeda was quite far, and depending on the path they chose, it could be weeks before they reached the capital. Internally, Kareet was hoping that nothing might happen that could make Shirik change their mind on their plans. This Iriad was an entirely unique being, and just the historical insights alone they could provide would be of immense value. They claimed to have experience an awakening centuries before the fall of the Kolodon Empire. Admittedly, Kareet was still skeptical, but if that could somehow be confirmed, that would challenge some established notions on the nature of magic and its history in Kanth-Aremek. The prestige that unearthing such a discovery would bring to a Seeker would make her a household name in the Ascendancy. Or even beyond, in some circles. The pair of them, however, had not managed to get all the way back to the town when they heard an ear-piercing screech fill the air. The sound was…bizarre. It felt like it might come from some kind of animal, but it was nothing Kareet was familiar with. Fauna may not have been her specialty, but these mountains were still her homeland and she was educated, yet she could not place what this might have been. She glanced to Shirik, but despite how well-traveled as the Iriad was, even they would not be able to recognize it. To the Glen, J'eon, though, the screech was even closer. It sounded like it came from within the forest out of sight, just beyond his camp. The sounds of rustling leaves and signs of movement just at the edge of his vision would certainly make it seem as if he had heard correctly.</s>	<\|message\|>Tyreese Nwakaeme Darnell The door up onto the raised concourse was locked, so one of the mercenary team set a charge and they all stacked up on the wall to blow it. Darnell, at the back save for one soldier who was watching their six, tried to raise the Jotunheim again. Icy wind and flurries of snow whipped at him from all directions. His gloved fingers may as well have been blocks of wood as they fumbled with the sat phone. "Hangar 147, come in. This is Tyreese Darnell of Tamerlane GOC. I have orders from HQ - do not take off, I repeat DO NOT take off. Please confirm this command." All he could hear was warbling static and beeps on the line, from whatever appeared to be jamming the signal. Nothing came back from the Jotunheim. The charges went off with a muffled FUMP. The metal doors flew off their hinges and disappeared inside, closely followed by the Israeli team's point man. Inside was the bottom of a stairwell, with a desk in front of them that the doors had just destroyed. A uniformed woman crawled out from behind the wreckage holding a large socket wrench. Upon seeing them, she shouted "No no no!" and ran towards them holding her hands out. The first soldier put two bullets in her chest and she clattered backwards dead. "Clear." He declared as the rest of the team spilled inside and began scaling the stairs. Darnell swore upon seeing the dead body and looked around for security cameras. Thankfully, he could see none. While these mercs were masked and had no discernible markings, he was barefaced and easily recognisable. The last man pushed him toward the stairs to prevent them from becoming split up. "Alright alright! I'm going." They climbed the stairs in silence, with all guns at the ready. After a few moments they reached another set of doors. They stacked up on either side of it again. Ezra tried the handle - it opened an inch. He looked through the crack. Then he nodded at the woman opposite him and she took out a stun grenade from her tactical vest. Ezra opened the door a bit more and she armed it and threw it out of the gap. A few bullets thudded into the metal door on the other side before a loud bang and a flash stopped them. It was so strong that it stung Darnell's eyes even from the back. The Israelis opened both doors and proceeded through, leaving Darnell peeping out from down the stairs a little way. Gunfire and shouting erupted on the concourse; tracer rounds whizzed by from both directions, with some pinging off the cargo crates and forklifts that littered the area. Darnell was pushed forward to take cover by the door so the guy in the back could provide cover. As he began moving, he saw one of the mercs take what looked like a shotgun volley to the chest. All the equipment on the front of her vest exploded in a shower of sparks and she collapsed on the floor. Ezra instantly moved in front of her while the guy by Darnell rushed over to grab her. Darnell was shouting and screaming and pointing without quite knowing what he was saying. Somehow, there was a cloud of smoke wafting into his field of view from the left. "Move to me, Mr Darnell!" Ezra shouted, motioning with one hand to a pile of boxes near him. Tyreese finally moved out onto the concourse - three of the mercs had assumed a defensive formation to cover both directions while the fourth prepped a canister of biofoam while crouched over their downed teammate. Darnell spotted more than one dead body in his field of vision, but he didn't stop to look at them. "Jesus fuck. Who are these guys?" "You tell me, Mr Darnell. They're not amateurs." Ezra responded. There was more gunfire from close by. Inside the cloud of smoke that was spreading across one entire side of the concourse. "They must be in there!" Tyreese pointed.</s>
<\|description\|>"Life is just....fucked up." Elizabeth Kainestrom ------------------------------------------------------ Nicknames: Liz or Lizzie is fine, but never call her Lizard. She hates it. Age + Birthday: 22 (Currently), born October 13th, 1993 Relationship Status: Single Sexuality: Lesbian General Appearance: Elizabeth stands about 5'1'' and weighs roughly 135 lbs. She has a fairly slender build with a bit of curve to her and her bust size is a b-cup. Her long raven black hair drapes over her shoulders with a few bangs always hanging down in her face, and her eyes are a piercing shade of ice blue. She's not too big on fashion either, but then again, what can you expect from a broke runaway, so her clothes are always frayed and grungy looking. Most of her clothes she carries around in an old military duffel bag she stole from her father, along with her beat up acoustic guitar History: "People lie all the time, even when they tell you the truth..." Moving from the Midwest, Liz failed to fit in and make friends, usually choosing to exclude herself from certain people, but when she did consider having a friend, she was cruelly rejected and ostracized by the other students, leading her to recede more and more into herself. Liz was born to her mother and father in Des Moines, Iowa on October 13th. Her mother worked as a receptionist for a hospital while her father was a sheriff's deputy. However Elizabeth wasn't her father's child but the child of her mother and another man she had an affair with behind his back. Once her father, a cruel and abusive drunk, discovered the truth, he tried to kill his wife and child. Liz's mother escaped with her from Iowa, and together, the two tried to start a new life. It was rather easy for her mother, but for Liz.....it was Hell. Elizabeth was constantly bullied by the children in her class, the ridicule and ostracism proceeding till she was twelve, when her mother fell gravely ill with cancer. It wasn't months later, her mother passed away. Liz had never cried so much in her life. She felt that without her mother, she had nothing. All that was left.....was for her to die too, but her first attempt at suicide went awry. Trying to jump from the window of her mother's apartment, she was caught by the landlord, sending her into a crazed, convulsing fit. For the next few months, she was admitted to an asylum after continuously cutting and burning herself, later being released and adopted by a strict ex Marine and his wife living in Dallas, Texas. She was soon running with a "bad" crowd and constantly rebelled against her foster parents, often getting into trouble with the police and ending up quite literally on the backhand of Daniel, her foster father. Finally fed up with the constant control and physical abuse, she ran away from home in the middle of the night and never looked back since. She ended up here in the city after hitching a ride with a trucker, tired, hungry, penniless, and desperately in need of a place to rest. For the time being, she's slept under the bridge in the park and lived off whatever money she made being a street performer. Personality: "Yeah, I'm a bitch. Deal with it." Cynical, moody, and sarcastic, rarely does Liz speak, but when she does, she's not afraid to tell you what's on her mind. She's usually a cool and collected person, but you rub her the wrong way, you only have yourself to blame for that black eye you got. She hates bullies and absolutely despises snobby, stuck up people. Liz is a music lover at heart, but only certain types of music since she absolutely despises pop music. She also occasionally smokes marijuana. There is a kinder, more gentle side to Liz, but it is rarely seen. Skills: Other than playing guitar, nothing really. Hobbies: Skateboarding, playing guitar, getting high, listening to music, photography, napping constantly, drinking lots of coffee sigh "I needed this."~ =u= Other: -She's allergic to cats -Not only can she can play guitar. She can also play piano. -In addition to her other tattoos, Liz also has on the left side of her neck two laughing skulls and "Memento Morii" in fancy lettering trailing around her left arm. "Okay, now that you know everything about me, go away."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer 'Jen' Flint "You think I can't handle myself?" Jen asked, turning to face Leo fully, "I've lived on these streets for long enough, I know the ins and outs of a street race. I've picked up a few clients from some of them as well." She wondered whether she should stick around for this one, try and make some quick money.</s> <\|message\|>"Life is just....fucked up." youtube.com/watch?v=FkxeX7t4Jiw The park always brought to her a sense of peace when she saw it, a place not too far from the city, but oh so distant from the drugs, the gangs, the crooked cops, and all the sordid mayhem that ate it alive like a ravenous parasite. Here, she was in her own little world, just her and her beat up acoustic. Children played and laughed chasing after an adorable Scottish Terrier puppy bouncing about on his hind legs through a clear verdant meadow of grasses and wildflowers, old men, withering with age, sat swapping stories of a past long gone around a faded checkerboard while sipping tea, young lovers resided underneath the cool shade of a towering, fully blossomed oak beside the sparkling emerald waters of the river, sharing a kiss or two and carving their names into the thick bark of the tree, a testament to their love never to fade, and Liz...she sat at her usual place, the bench nearby the old fountain in the midst of it all. She loved it, every sight, every sound culminating so well with the gentle trickle of water, the chirping and serenading of songbirds in the trees, the rustle of the grass as a cute, tiny squirrel dashed away from her, and of course...the sound of her pick strumming the coiled metal strings of her instrument. Her eyes closed, her fingers danced across the frets, playing every note in perfect musical precision. No sheets of music to read off; she didn't need them. Whatever she played, it was genuine, from the heart. And the people seemed to like it too, as she heard a few coins and such hitting against the open guitar case by her feet, yet not a single pause to say thank you. Instead, she kept playing, her gracious gesture as a simple nod to the person and a wry smile.</s> <\|message\|>Leonardo Gildone Leo sighed and said "fine do what you wish" He got into his car and drove down into the culvate to meet up with the other members of his gang. One of Leo's friends got out of his car and said "you always seem to be here first. Leo got out of his car and smiled and said "well of course i'm the fastest driver here, I'm always first. His other friends arrived and they all shook hands. The friends said "so it ends up the boss is going to watch this race." Leo said "why is watching this isn't a big race." Another friend said "it ends up your reputation is larger than you think, the other gang is bringing their best racers." Leo said "well maybe this will be an actual challenge" He smiled after saying that. His first friend said "they're going to be gunning for you." Leo patted his friend on the back and said "I've gotten use to risking my life." (this is what the place looks like)</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer 'Jen' Flint Jen shook her head a little, following the car to where she knew the races took place. She walked over to Leo and put her hand out. "I'm Jen. It's nice to meet you," She said, a smile on her face. She didn't hold anything against the guy for trying to look out for her. Honestly, the concern was kind of touching.</s> <\|message\|>"Life is just....fucked up." These days, twenty bucks wasn't much, but it was enough to help her get by. True, she could have made more if she was a whore or a dope dealer in this god forsaken city, but if there was one thing Liz was never going to do...it was sell her soul to this rotten place. She sighed, walking along the train tracks back to the smog and filth of the inner city, her guitar slung over her back and the cash she made today stuffed in the pocket of her frayed and tattered skinny jeans. That should be suitable for more food, and maybe a bottle of Jack for her friend Mike. Down on the storm drain below, where the river once flowed wild and free before urbanization raped nature and defiled her beauty, there seemed to be some sort of commotion, a bunch of cars, street rods and amped up classic muscle from the looks of them. The illegal street racing circuit was big here in this city, that much Liz knew. From time to time she did frequent some of the races. They were exciting, the adrenaline rush, the feel of raw horsepower just inches away from you as it screamed by. Her face was pressed against the chainlink fence, a curious gaze. Then...she spotted someone out of the crowd. Was that...her? "Jen?"</s> <\|message\|>Leonardo Gildone Leo looked at the girl who was now introducing herself. Leo sighed and said "my name is Leo" He shook her hand. He then heard a voice behind him say "You aren't going to spend you winnings on that broad are you" Leo turned around to see a Man who had two women one in each arm. The man's name was Zach he was the best racer of the other gang. Leo said "I'm actually disappointed I thought this race was going to be a challenge, not a cruise in park with a man who has to pay women to stay around him for more than 5 seconds." Zach scowled and said "we'll see who is laughing after the race." Zach walked away. One of Leo's friends said "man he hasn't changed one bit."</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer 'Jen' Flint @Dmessenger "Those two aren't cheap either. They're some of the more expensive prostitutes in this part of town," Jen said, talking about the two women hanging around with Zach. She glanced over Leo's shoulder, noticing a familiar face. She smiled a little, winking at Liz, before making a motion for her to join them.</s> <\|message\|>"Life is just....fucked up." @Carlsberg Just at that sly wink, she felt her face grow hot. A small smile crept across her lips as she decided to hop the fence and make her way down to the riverbed, stumbling a little when her feet made contact with the concrete. "Hey." She greeted Jennifer, actually quite happy to see her again. "I'm...sorry about earlier " She apologized before looking over at the guys, namely the one with the baddest looking car there. "Friends of yours?" She asked Jen raising an eyebrow.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer 'Jen' Flint @Dmessenger Jen smiled at her. "It's fine, nothing to worry about. You probably had things to do anyway," She said, tapping her lightly on the shoulder with her fist, before turning back to Leo, "Actually no, I just met him. I think he' about to race. Should be fun to watch."</s> <\|message\|>"Life is just....fucked up." @Dmessenger She smiled back at Jen then turned to the guy she pointed out. "Sick ride." She said looking over his car. Dude must've put a lot of work into it Liz thought. Definitely looked like it would smoke this other guy's whip in nothing flat. And yeah, now that she thought about it, why not stick around?</s> <\|message\|>Leonardo Gildone One of Leo's friends said "it's show time, he's here" Leo turned to see the two gang bosses were walking up. Leo's boss walked up to Leo and said "you know what happens if you lose." Leo's smiled disappeared as he said "yes sir" with a serious face. His friends all went to their cars. Leo said "sorry we can keep talking I've got to go." He hopped into his car and drove it into position.@Carlsberg@Rusalka</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer 'Jen' Flint @Dmessenger Jen watched him walk off. "Do you think he'll win?" She asked. She paused for a second. "Do you want to find somewhere to watch it?" She asked, "If you're lucky, I might even give you some half time entertainment." She giggled a little at the last bit. "Or, if you prefer, we can skip straight to the entertainment."</s> <\|message\|>"Life is just....fucked up." @Dmessenger It was starting, engines revving loud as the racers took their positions, ready to light a fire across the dry concrete of the storm drain. Liz shrugged; she didn't really know how this race was gonna turn out, or who was going to be the victor. Her main concern was the cops didn't show up and bust them, killing her buzz for the afternoon. She had only seen a few races, but they were still exciting as hell. A heavy blush overtook her face, painting it red upon hearing those libidinous comments once more. She couldn't deny she would definitely sleep with Jen, but it was a tad intimidating how...forward she was. "Eh..." Lightly she shrugged her shoulders again. "I think I'll stick around and watch the race. Besides, the excitement, the danger..." A rather devious smirk across her lips as she turned to Jen, purring in her ear. "It really gets my engine revving." Hey, if she was gonna be so forward, Liz might as well follow suit.</s> <\|message\|>Leonardo Gildone Leo pulled up to the start line. Zach pulled up next to him and said "once this race is your I'm going to enjoy trashing your car." Leo said "I think you'll be too busy walking home to do so." One of the two girls Zach brought walked out front and held up a handkerchief. She then waved it and all the cars roar as they leaped from the starting line and began to fly down the channel.</s> <\|message\|>Jennifer 'Jen' Flint "Naughty girl," Jen said with a purr of her own, before wrapping an arm around the girl and drawing her a little closer to her, "Well, I'll try and keep my hands to myself. However hard that maybe." She gave the girl a devious stare, the smile on her face far from innocent. Oh, the fun she could have with this girl.</s>	<\|message\|>"Life is just....fucked up." "You better, or I might have to bite you." A little nip of Jen's earlobe as she whispered in her ear, her heated breath cascading against the girl's skin. She was starting to warm up to the idea of getting this girl in bed. If not that, then maybe a quiet alleyway with her back pushed against the wall. Her licentious gaze met with Jen's, an equally lustful smile shared between the two. Then the race kicked off, the roar of the engines like shockwaves crawling up her legs. Damn, between that and Jennifer, it might be Liz having the problem of keeping her hands to herself.</s>
<\|description\|>Oswald Pittman Oswald "Oz" or "Ozzy" Pittman, Gold Ranger Age: 17 DOB: March 26th, 2007 POB: San Antonio, Texas, United States Height: 6'2" Weight: 205 lbs Eyes: Green Theme: In a Nutshell Special Talents & Skills Savvy in Information Technology Graphic Design Low level hacking Mixed Martial Arts Scanned Lifeforms Gold Dragon Electric Eel Pistol Shrimp Powers & Abilities Gold Dragon Aura, feels warm and radiant with a slight electrical charge that would make ones hairs stand on end. Golden Lightening. Providing both offensive and defensive capabilities, Oz is able to emit golden lightening from his hands and even create and manipulate electromagnetic fields to create an instant, but short-lived, electro barrier. The limits to these electric abilities and their applications are currently unknown, but continue to develop with use. Short-Distance Teleportation. Ozzy is able to 'ride the lightening', moving from one location to another in a flash of light. However, he cannot teleport to places unknown without an absolute understanding of the layout. Therefore he typically limits teleporting to be within his line of sight. Overuse of this ability can cause major fatigue. Technology Influence. Through his understanding and command of electricity and technological systems, Ozzy can often interact with technology as if he could speak its language. Certain applications include his ability to deactivate alarms despite not knowing the code, bypassing internet securities despite not knowing the password, etc. His ability to do this presents itself more like an intuitive keystroke rather than a master/sentient slave relationship between him and the system he is trying to crack and it's success is not guaranteed. Explosive Burst. A gift from the pistol shrimp, if Oz punches his hands together, an explosive burst erupts out of the clash, sending a sonic pulse outward around his entire body. A great maneuver when outnumbered and being swallowed by a crowd of enemies or even just a perfect technique to invoke a stun. Weapons & Gear Gold Dragon Nanosuit Golden War Axe Dragon Zord Booster Mech Biography Oz was never one of the social elite. Despite coming from a father who was an All American Quarterback when he was in high school and a mother who was prom queen in her heyday, Oz was just an apple that happened to fall far from the tree. Whereas his father was a sports enthusiast and his mother was queen bee in her social circle, Oz's interests were far more virtual in nature. Ever since his parents introduced Oz to the internet, the young man would stare at the screen for hours absorbing knowledge and entertainment with every new click of the mouse. Unfortunately, this took a toll on his social skills and while he may be willing to talk to a small few trusted associates, he usually keeps to himself for the most part. To him, life in the real world just isn't as exciting as the life he lives through the screen. That is, until recently...</s> <\|message\|>Finley "Finn" Logan Finn had spent much of the night before baking brownies, cupcakes, and cookies for the bake sale he had planned today. You would never know that by looking at him. He still had plenty of energy, and was in a chipper mood. The bake sale was Finn's idea, but there were other members of the cheer squad present to assist. Most of them were on this trip for the extra credit, but Finn was here solely for the joy of sharing his creations with others. While on the bus, he sat next to a boy named Sa'cha. He was a new kid, and Finn had seen him around, but until today, they hadn't talked much. Finn was going to change that today. The two chatted on the bus, and by chatted, it was mostly Finn doing most of the talking. He was used to that. It was going quite well, until Skull and Bulk opened their mouths. Finn cringed the entire time Bulk and Skull were arguing. Finn wished those two didn't come on this trip. Finn didn't have it in him to actually hate anyone, but those two greatly reminded him of his childhood bullies. As bad as it sounded, he couldn't stand being in the same room with them for fear of doing something he might regret. So he avoided any interactions with them whenever possible. Finn didn't acknowledge their antics, and was grateful to Tommy for providing some kind of distraction from them. "Aww, leave her be Tommy." Finn replied. "If she does, she does, and if she doesn't she doesn't. You don't need to tease her about it." He then turned his attention back to Sa'cha, and smiled. "Anyway, I know some people on this trip aren't exactly here for charity… It isn't my place to judge them. Me? I'm here to share my sweet treats with people. I love baking! My mom, little sister and I would bake together when my mom was free. Sharing sweets is a great way to bond with people I think."</s> <\|message\|>Shelby Watkins Tommy had chuckled at Oz's comment about the dick-measuring contest, and then grinned when Finn and Sa'Cha insisted he stop teasing Shelby. "Yeah!" she nodded repeatedly, arms crossed. "You should stop teasing me!" "But you're too cute when you're embarrassed!" he replied playfully. "I am not embarrassed!" she insisted. "I have nothing to be embarrassed about!" "Relax, I'm just messing with you," the dark-haired boy said after another chortle, pulling her into a one-armed shoulder-to-shoulder hug and kissing her on the forehead. "I'll quit teasing you now, ya big crybaby." "Yeah, well you're a big jerk," she added, crossing her arms again and looking away, chin up. But then she turned back and grinned. "But you're lucky you're a cute jerk!" After Helia had inquired about the purpose of the day's event, Shelby was the first to reply. "There are so many awesome things going on at the Museum today!" she explained excitedly. "We're heading there to help out with a fundraiser to save the place from being closed down. And like Finn said, he made baked nummies!" "So, do you got any 'special' brownies in your stash, Finn?" Bulk asked quietly with a grin as his head popped back up over the seat. "What, you mean 'special' like my grandmother's cookies?" Skull inquired as he chewed the gum in his mouth loudly. Bulk just rolled his eyes. "No, you dolt," he replied, shaking his head. He leaned in and whispered in Skull's ear, after which the other boy's eyes grew wide. "Duuuuuude!" he said excitedly to Finn, a bit too loud. "If you got weed goodies, fork 'em over, twerp!" "Ixnay on the grasstalk!" Bulk barked angrily in a hushed tone when he noticed Miss Morgan glancing in their direction. The two punks then dropped back down and were quiet the rest of the drive. "Hey everyone!" Karone called out, holding up her phone, which had the Twitch app open. She then flashed a toothy smile. "Say hi to the chat! We have seven thousand people watching right now!" Shelby let out a squeal of protest and dropped down out of sight of the camera. "I really hate that girl..." _______________________________________ _______________________________________ _______________________________________ As the bus turned off the main highway, they could see the Museum at the other end of a winding road. There were dozens of vehicles finding their way into the parking lot, and quite a few tented stalls had been set up throughout the forested grounds surrounding the main building. As the students began exiting the vehicle once it had parked, the white box truck that had been following them pulled into the lot as well. The driver hopped out and slid open the back rolling door as Tommy and the others walked up to help unload the supplies for the event. "Hey guys, how was the ride?" the older man asked. He looked to be in his mid-to-late-forties, well-built, and covered in tattoos. Many of the teens thought he was the coolest teacher at Angel Grove High, and he had been a beloved local celebrity back when he was a student there in the nineties. "It was stellar, Mr. Oliver!" Karone replied happily before anyone else could. "I had over seven thousand viewers on my stream before Miss Morgan made me turn it off!" "That's… impressive!" he replied. "It totes is!" she agreed wholeheartedly while Shelby looked at the others and made a silent puking motion. Soon they were loading up their supplies - including Finn's baked goods - from the shelves and cabinets inside the truck onto carts and wheeling them to the row of tents that had been allotted to them. Before their stalls opened for business, the teen volunteers were taken on a quick tour of the facility, which included a restaurant called the Dino Bite Cafe. (the episode linked below also gives a good look at the Museum and Cafe)</s> <\|message\|>Finley "Finn" Logan Finn giggled at Shelby and Tommy's banter. Then Bulk and Skull had to go and ruin it… Without missing a beat, Finn replied with a smile on his face. "Well, all my treats are special. They're handmade with love and care! Also, please don't call me a twerp… That's not nice." He had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. Finn was also grateful to Miss Morgan for shutting those bullies down quick. When the bus finally arrived at the museum, Finn was one of the first to get off. First, he had helped to unload the supplies for the event. Particularly his baked goods, onto the carts, and wheeling them to the tents. Finn was excited to start, and he was not afraid to show it. He started bouncing up and down, waving his arms, and started to sing. All you have to do is take a cup of flour Add it to the mix Now just take a little something sweet, not sour A bit of salt, just a pinch Baking these treats is such a cinch Add a teaspoon of vanilla Add a little more, and you count to four, And you never get your fill of... Cupcakes! So sweet and tasty Cupcakes! Don't be too hasty Cupcakes! Cupcakes, cupcakes, CUPCAKES! He finished his little routine by doing a cartwheel. "Weee!" After that, he went to join the group that went on a tour of the facility.</s> <\|message\|>Sa'Cha Harroea Reverence the Cacophony... --- --- Finally, the bus pulled into the destination and not a moment too soon. Bulk and Skull were really wearing Sa'Cha's patience thin. One more outburst from them and he would've transformed them both into crickets for the remainder of the trip, no matter who saw him do it. Thankfully, the bus had halted movement and they all proceeded to exit the cramped space. There was a reason he didn't ride the bus to Angel Grove High. He didn't like cramped spaces and he didn't like awkward interactions, one reason he hadn't asked Finn out yet. He was scared. Not of rejection, but of what Finn would think of him. Slowly he exited the bus and watched as Finn performed his cheer about baked good. Why was he so cute? There was mention of a tour of the location before setup would take place. Finn seemed overly excited, while Sa'Cha needed a moment to collect his thoughts. Andrew suddenly hugged him from behind and smiled. "Now's your chance lover boy," he said as they watched Finn hurry towards the others as they prepared for the tour of the facility. "Later," Sa'Cha replied. "Besides, we should focus on the reason we are here Andrew." "The reason YOU are here is to ask Finn out and help with his bake sale. The reason I am here is to make sure you do exactly that. Now let operation 'Finn and Sa'Cha Sitting In A Tree' commence," Andrew nearly blurted out before stepping away from Sa'Cha who had a scowl on his face. "You'll thank me later." Sa'Cha grumbled and moved towards the rest of the group eager to hear what all needed to be said on the tour. He couldn't shake the odd feeling that had come over him as soon as they'd driven onto the land. It was odd and he felt it in the pit of his stomach. His head thumped like a soft hammer hitting wood. He pushed it to the back of his head as he looked around.</s>	<\|message\|>Oswald Pittman Ozzy was thankful to be off the bus, that was for sure. As soon as his feet hit the Earth, he stretched out, slow and exaggerated, like a cat. Soon supplies were unloaded and a tour commenced. As they passed the Dino Bite Cafe, Oz impulsively uttered, "Wow... It's like The Flintstones." He took a quick snapshot on his phone, evidence for the tale he would surely tell his parents once he returned home. Curiosity lead him toward the counter where he caught a glimpse of the menu and one particularly humongous dino-sized 'Bronto-Burger' that the was featured upon it. "Good lordy, I'd have to unhinge my jaw," he said out loud as he rubbed his chin in discomfort at the mere ponderance of eating that thing. "What the hell is 'a bowl of fries'?" he asked as he kept reading. "A bowl of fries?!" Eventually he turned back around to face the group and pointed back behind himself toward the counter. "If one of you can scarf that thing down, clean the fry bowl and not die, I'll pay for the meal," he said with a crooked grin as he issued the challenge.</s>
<\|description\|>Ellis Braddock Age - 42 Gender - Male Occupation - Tobacco salesman Height - 5'6" Weight - 170 lbs. Apparel - Business suit, suspenders and a vest, old Union uniform. Bowler hat, Union Kepi. Weaponry - Sharps carbine (1867), Colt Revolver 1860 Army model. Bayonet. Bowie knife. Equipment - Grey horse named Snodgrass. Map. Fishing net. Rations and water. Whiskey. Many cigars/chewing tobacco/pipes. Skills - Fighting, farming. Flaws - Stubborn, prideful, easily annoyed, smoking, drinking, PTSD, racist against Indians. Personality - Ellis Braddock likes to smoke cigars and drink whiskey. He keeps his emotions to himself and expects the same of others. He is stubborn and prideful, and doesn't tolerate insolence or rudeness. He likes wilderness and towns equally. To most people he seems stiff and humorless. Ellis believes in suffrage for black men if not equal rights. This is largely because he wants to think that something good came from the war. He is, however, racist against Indians due to his time fighting them and the cultural differences. He is a Christian, but doesn't talk much about religion or go to church enough. He is a moderate Republican, and bears a strong grudge against the South and Democrats because of the war. He enjoys a good political debate, but few enjoy debating with him. He suffers from post-traumatic-stress disorder due to the many battles he has fought in. Backstory - Ellis Braddock was raised on a farm in Ohio. In 1861, at the age of 22, he volunteered to serve in the Union Army in the Civil War. He served in many engagements, including the Battle of Chickamauga. At Chickamauga he served under General Thomas who held out a stubborn rearguard defense of Snodgrass Hill. After the war he remained in the army, serving in the Indian Wars. In 1874, he retired from the military and moved out west. He has bounced from town to town as a travelling tobacco salesman, as well as occasionally a hired gun. He has made a decent amount of wealth, but still travels constantly to keep his mind off of his bloody past. He has owned his horse for three years, and named it Snodgrass after the hill where he fought at Chickamauga.</s> <\|message\|>Amid and Kadir Karzai The two brothers were sipping their drinks, very much enjoying the sheriff's story. About the time he wrapped it up, however, one of the drunks near the back of the bar started a fight. Kadir immediately stood, eager to be involved. Although he was about knee high to a grasshopper, Kadir was pretty decent in a fight. Amid chose to stay at the table, nursing his glass and waiting for his brother to either get it out of his system or need his help. Kadir jumped in and pulled a man off another who was taking a pretty nice beating. The guy turned and swung drunkly at him, and Kadir was all to happy to duck and swing back. Amid watched as his brother dodged blows and landed his own. He wasn't quite sure where Kadir ever learned to fight. Having been born first, Amid was always treated differently by their father. He was held to a higher standard, because one day, their father's fortune and business would be passed on to him. Kadir, however, was a bit spoiled. Their mother had always doted on him from day one, and their father had treated him as a child. As such, Kadir had grown up to be something of a child. The look of delight on the Afghan's face as he fought off a couple staggering drunks made that much pretty clear. Amid stood up as his drink ran out and made his way over to the bar. "Bar man, can I get another drink?" He said, his accent thick and a bit hard to hear over the roar of the fight behind him.</s> <\|message\|>Ellis Braddock Ellis Braddock frowned as the bar erupted in violence. He wanted nothing to do with such a pointless scuffle. Turning around, he walked back out the door he had just entered. He stood out front and waited for things to calm down. He tipped his hat to a lady that was talking to a Chinese man. It seemed odd to him but he didn't think much of it. He hadn't quite formulated an opinion of the Chinese. They seemed industrious enough, but he hadn't had much exposure. Ellis finally stomped out the nub of a cigar he had been smoking. He pulled out another one and lit it with a match. He didn't bother to offer some cigars to the Chinese man as they never seemed to smoke tobacco. The thought of selling cigars to the lady obviously never occurred to his mind.</s> <\|message\|>Isadora Escalante "Maria and Rosa, be nice to your brother! And don't forget to stir the stew!" Isadora called out over her shoulder to her siblings. "Ma, I'm headin' out now," she said, giving her mother a quick kiss on the cheek before she walking out of her cramped but cozy home and into the blinding sun. The sky was a merciless blue, with not a cloud in sight. The sun beat down relentlessly on the parched land and sparse patches of lifeless grass as Isadora Escalante strode down the street and walked into the Burnside saloon through the back door. She slipped past the kitchen and emerged into the dining area, where Joshua Darwall, the owner of the saloon, was hosting his usual story contest. Isadora glanced at the windows, making note if the various forms of transportation that had been left outside in the sun. Horses and wagons seemed to be the preferred mode of transportation, which was nothing out of the ordinary. Isadora caught Joshua's eye and flashed him a bright smile in greeting before she began to wait tables. Most of the patrons' attention was fixated on the small stage that Joshua was standing on, introducing his story telling contest. Billy was playing the piano, and nothing seemed horribly out of the ordinary. Of course, there was the matter of three mean-looking men who had just walked in a few seconds ago, guns holstered at their hips, but so long as they didn't actually do anything, Isadora didn't count that as unusual. Strangers and travelers were always present in the saloon; even ones who were looking for trouble. Out of the corner of her eye, Isadora glanced at the deputy and the sheriff as the story-telling contest started. If she knew anything about William and Clayton Beck, it was that both of them had zero tolerance for troublemakers. It would be interesting to see how things played out if the men decided to try something. Isadora wiped down a few tables before stopping to survey the crowd once more. This time, she managed to pick out out two lean, dark-haired men who were sitting in the middle. She recognized them as Amid and Kadir, two horsemen who were damn good at their job if what the people said was true. A tall, dark-skinned man made his way into the saloon, getting a few surprised looks. Isadora watched, nonplussed. She'd seen her fair share of people of different races in her time working at the saloon, and besides, it'd be hypocritical of her to find racial diversity strange, considering that Isadora was half-Mexican herself. Charles O'Malley entered shortly after, clad in a suit. If the rumors were to be believed, he'd been a big-time slave owner before the war. Now, she knew that he loaned out money to people, and that he was notoriously brutal towards people who didn't repay their loans on time. He asked for champagne in a slow Southern drawl, and Isadora almost went over to help him, but Joshua beat her to it. Other people filtered in, some of whom Isadora didn't recall ever seeing before. She put down the rag she had been using to wipe down tables and brought drinks to the patrons, her periwinkle-colored skirts swishing around her ankles as she walked. One of the other waitresses, Sophie, sidled up to Isadora as she returned to the area behind the bar to get more drinks. "Whatcha' doing, Isa? Any of the people from outta town look 'specially interesting to you?" Isadora turned to face the blonde waitress, an easy grin on her lips. She was fond of the other girl. The two of them had started working at Burnside at around the same time, and they had quickly formed a bond in those first years when they were stuck doing the dishes together. "There's a mean-looking fella over there, the one with the scar. Whaddya think of him?" Sophie's gaze flitted over to the man. "Oh, him? Clay just asked 'bout him, actually. Said that him and his friends stink of bad medicine or somethin' like that. I don't know. They haven't done anything to cause trouble, in any case." "Hmm. Well, Mister Darwall's not gonna throw 'em out for just sitting there lookin' mean, I suppose," Isadora replied, shrugging. She grabbed two mugs and filled them up with beer before walking back out to the main area of the saloon and placing the mugs on a table in front of two patrons. They thanked her absentmindedly, more focused on the storytelling contest than on her or the drinks. Isadora listened in as Sheriff William recounted how he'd encountered a bounty hunter and a deserter right here in Soursprings many, many years ago. The front door opened, and two men walked in-one of them wore a hat, while the other one had long blonde hair tied in a ponytail away from his face. Now, they're the ones that look like trouble, Isadora thought to herself, suddenly keenly aware of the blades hidden under her clothing. I shoulda' worn those sharp hairpins too. Elena says they're real handy if you don't got scissors with you. I don't see how they wouldn't be real handy in stabbin' some fella's eyes out either. Isadora couldn't say that she'd seen very much trouble in her days-in fact, most of the time it was pretty quiet in the saloon, despite what one might think-but she'd seen enough to recognize the signs of it. She cast a quick glance at the owner of the saloon, who appeared to be completely unworried by the new arrivals. Instead, he was paying rapt attention to Sheriff William's story. Isadora sighed and shook her head slightly, pouring another drink. She smiled politely at the man who'd ordered it and placed it on the table he was sitting behind. Since most of the patrons were paying more attention to Sheriff William and his story than to their drinks, Isadora took a small break and set down her tray, leaning back against the counter next to Sophie. She turned to the other girl, eyes sparkling mischievously. "So, didja' hear?" she whispered conspiratorially. "The general store owner's wife, Sue. The one who taught me and Maria and Rosa how to embroider, the one who came over from the East. Y'know what she did?" Sophie furrowed her brow in confusion. "No, I sure don't. What happened?" Isadora grinned wickedy. "She found out her husband was cheatin' on her with some other woman for ten years. He cut it off a year ago, but that don't mean Sue wasn't damn furious when she realized." Sophie's blue eyes widened. "No. Dear god, Isa, how'd she know?" "To hear her neighbor Eliza tell it, she'd been goin' through old papers and stumbled upon a coupla' love letters. The latest one was from 1881 or so, and the earliest from just after the war ended." Isadora felt a small surge of delight at Sophie's shocked expression. "And Sue talked to her husband about it?" Sophie asked. Isadora nodded. "You betcha'. She stormed right on over to where he was helpin' out some customers and sent all of her anger at him right then and there, in front of everybody in the store." An angry Sue was a sight to behold. Red-haired and feisty, Sue was widely regarded as the true owner of the general store. She made all the important decisions and kept the books, while her husband was in charge of tending to the day-to-day affairs of the store. Sophie let out a low whistle. "Good god, poor woman. And for ten years, no less." "I know, bless her soul. If Elena's husband ever pulls somethin' like that on her I'll personally introduce him to Satan myself," Isadora said matter-of-factly, pushing a strand of her wavy brown hair out of her face. Sophie chuckled slightly at Isadora's comment. She opened her mouth to respond, and all the hell broke loose. Goddammit, I knew that fella with the scar was trouble! Isadora thought as he launched himself at another patron. The saloon descended into chaos as the brawl started. Isadora rolled her eyes. "Men," she grumbled under her breath. "They're all the same-too damn prideful for their own good and always too damn drunk to do anythin' but start fights." Isadora was not overly concerned, however. If none of them drew a gun, then things would calm down pretty quickly. She noted that Joshua was calmly watching the fight, even making a few jokes here and there. Out of the corner of her eye, Isadora saw the door open for a split second before closing again. Frowning, she almost went to investigate, but one of the dark-haired horsemen she'd noticed earlier-she couldn't recall if it was Amid or Kadir, which was strange, since she'd always had a knack for remembering names-walked up to the counter and asked the barman for another drink. His words were almost indecipherable above the racket caused by the brawl going on behind him. Isadora leaned over the counter so she could talk to him without screaming at the top of her lungs. "I can help you out, though I'm not the barman," she offered, flashing him a teasing smile. "What would you like?"</s> <\|message\|>Thomas McCree Thomas slowly approached the bar, At the time when he was close enough to hear the fight prevailing inside, flinched. "Certainly life in this city should be interesting", he thought while tying his horse to the sloop stood beside the inn . He saw that one of the participants fight fled and stood at the entrance smoking cigar, he looked like some kind of merchant. Close to him two persons were talking to each other, one of them looked like chinese, the other person was certainly woman. Thomas had nothing to Chinese people. McCree decided that he will approach him and check on what he sells there. He began to walk , and after a while saw that the man apparently sells cigars. Well, in the end one cigar doesn't make me a smoker" he thought . He spoke to the peddler , "Hello, how are today's sale? I'd be happy to buy something from You. It seems that you sell cigars. How much money one of them cost?". While waiting for the respond he peeked thought saloon window, inside the brawl was raging on. One of the brawlers just smashed bootle into another's one head, Second one almost thrown one of fighters throught the window. "I will certainly don't enter there". "So, what's the price?"</s>	<\|message\|>Ellis Braddock Ellis watched casually as the newcomer hitched his horse and came closer. When he was greeted he put out his hand for a handshake. His grip was almost painfully tight. "What sales?" he chuckled. He opened the box and showed some rather fine cigars and well as chewing tobacco. "It's twenty-five cents apiece, or you can have six for only a dollar. What is your name, Sir?" <Tag Treshan></s>
<\|description\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze Appearence: BTW I drew that, heehee ^_^ Age: 32 Civil and Thief clothes are the same, made of fur and leather hides from the animals she has hunted. When she is on the hunt she will have her face painted in tribal war paint Weapon: A pinewood bow with thick, gauged horse hair twine, and a sharp, curved dagger Tools: A quiver of arrows, caltrops, small vials of various poisons (hand crafted by her), and a sage green ocarina which she plays now and again. Not necessarily a tool, but essential to her, her hawk companion Dmitri Bio: Life was not always so grand growing up in the eastern Elven Empire of Telnivir. Rather, it was monotonous to the young elven girl. Born to a family of nobles, Nirayane had everything handed to her upon platters of the finest gold, lavish, elegant clothing, precious, priceless gems and jewelry that sparkled so radiantly, wealth, all that a noble elf's daughter could ask for...except for her of course. She was smothered no less, protected as though she were nothing more than a priceless trinket. Her parents had even betrothed her to a wealthy and handsome steward of the Imperial Court, yet Nirayane felt no love for him, nor any sort of affection. Nay, what she longed for was freedom, liberation from her gilded cage, her tightly clenching shackles of obligations to the haughty and stuffy nobility. Such came for her one fateful evening, when she had finally made her decision to cut all ties with her family and free herself from the bondage of her elegant lifestyle. She had only made it so far through the thick of the forest, until suddenly she was set upon by a rowdy clan of brigands, named the Black-Horned Elks, led by a brutish orc war chief named Torvald Stone-Hide. Torvald took the girl captive and chained her up in his personal quarters at the abandoned fortress of Raven's Perch, believing certain she would fetch a pretty coin from her family, but as the years waned on, his cruel treatment of Nirayane lessened and he slowly became smitten with the elven maiden. Nirayane the same had grown attached to the orc, developing romantic feelings for him, and soon the two were lovers. Through her time together with the bandits she became molded by the brutality surrounding her day in and day out and developed her own kindred bloodlust. Her orc husband took note of this and allowed her to participate in raids, pillages, and heists to satiate her fearsome appetite. She became skilled with an assortment of weapons, yet favored the bow above all, her prowess in archery nearly unmatched as she could kill a target from almost leagues away, earning her the title Shear-Breeze. Other attributes she learned from her savage companions were how to live off the land, to hunt for meat and for hides and to gather special herbs and reagents for brewing potions and poisons, and to tame wild animals, except for her husband of course. Yea life was wonderful for the newly crowned Queen of the Elks, yet...how cruel fate be that this life as well be shattered. Twas upon one grim day when a couple of bandits returned to the fortress from a recent raid, spattered in blood and with eyes widened in fear. The chief Torvald asked them of what they had done, and the men simply answered....unknowingly they had killed the wife and daughter of the Imperial Guard Captain. In his blind, berserk rage the orc beheaded them both and ordered to Nirayane and their men...prepare for battle. It wasn't long after, the Captain and his men came thundering towards the fortress with only one goal in mind, burn it to the ground. The battle was quick, bloody, and with numerous, grisly casualties upon both sides, one of which was the bandit queen's lover. Nirayane could only witness in horror as her beloved Torvald was skewered by many a sword blade before he fell to his death from the stone tower of Raven's Perch. She fled the fortress with her remaining men, and through several dark and harrowing times, they traveled towards the west to the kingdom of Kalardia. It was during that period, the queen's crown began to falter, as did her leadership over the unruly brutes. They made several forceful, unwanted advances upon her, and soon the elven maiden was once again a slave. In her desperate bid to be free of her tormentors, she had no choice but to slay them in cold blood. As if Fate herself had frowned upon her, the brigand's luck only grew worse, as she was seized at the border of Kalardia and imprisoned awaiting execution, seething with anger behind grit teeth and glaring eyes. Luckily however, the King of Kalardia, Igolvert, offered her amnesty from the headsman's axe, only on the grounds she join the Thieves Guild. Nirayane, no less, took the offer and since she has remained loyal to the Guild, but never forgetting her beloved Torvald and the orc chief's courageous sacrifice for her. Not important info: She's mute.</s> <\|message\|>Nadia (No one knows her last name) Nadia yawned slightly, feeling rather sleepy. It had been a long day and perhaps she should get some rest. "Hotarubi, I'm going to go and rest up now" she said with a lazy smile and stopped her from playing with her hair. She hadn't really have an actual meal yet but she didn't really have an appetite. "Goodnight everyone, Nira, Chloe, Simbad, Hotarubi" she said and walked off towards a couch, dragging a blanket there and lying down on it, closing her eyes.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "Night Nadia" Chloe called after the girl. Nira had gone off to prepare the food they had earlier killed leaving her with the man who had approached them. "Hi, im Chloe. im new here" she said her hand outstretched</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze Nira turned the spit every once in a while, making sure one side wasn't cooked more than the other or burnt, trying to distract herself from the ever pleasant aroma of venison roasted on the fire, mainly because she hadn't eaten in days. With a gentle nod she bid the young Nadia goodnight and gave a smile to Chloe as well. After a few minutes or so, the meat was finished roasting, and carefully Nirayane lifted the slabs from the fire, carving them into slices alongside some potatoes and carrots she roasted as well. Always the hunter's job to cook, but Nira was used to it. Plating the meat and vegetables, she set them about the table and signaled to the others with a whistle that dinner was served. Poor Nadia. A shame she already retired for the evening. The least the elf could do for her young companion was set her a plate aside for when she awoke. Hopefully that red-tailed sneak-thief wouldn't swoop in and grab it or Nira would have to clip his wings, that or let Dmitri get so fat he couldn't fly anymore. Her eyes turned to the hawk, still perched atop the elf's chair, even after she left, his beady yellow eyes gawking at Simbad's eyepatch as he tilted his head and ruffled his wings a little.</s> <\|message\|>Simbad Simbad turned to face the new girl and shook her hand with a firm grip as the elf hunter left to cook the meat. "I'm not much of a veteran here either to be honest but a month or two of experience goes a way for you i suppose. I would ask what brings you here but everyone has a story and its their choice to tell." He glanced back at the Elf when she whistled showing that the food was ready. The meat looked wonderful a testament to the hunters experience in cooking. He quickly grabbed a plate and loaded up on the delicious looking food. Simbad nodded his thanks to Nirayane, the Elf had always interested him, it was incredible to see how she got by in such a tough world while being entirely unable to talk. He pondered what he would do without the ability to talk as he set to eating the meal. Simbad frowned at the bird noticing it glancing at his eye-patch, from what he had seen the bird grabbed anything it was interested in and he had no intention of losing his eye-patch to the creature, he decided he would just watch it carefully.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters Hearing the whistle Chloe turned her head to see a large table filled with food. She stood up and began to make her way over to the table. the food looked perfect. How was she so good at cooking she though lifting a slice of the meat onto her plate. even the vegetables, which she loathed, looked tasty.</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze The huntress smiled as she saw the others enjoying her food and cut away a small sliver from the venison on her plate with her knife, popping the morsel into her mouth and savoring the sweet, earthy flavor of nature's bounty. To her, especially seeing everyone at the table eating, drinking and merrymaking, it felt more this band of rebel-rousers known as the Thieves Guild were more akin to a happy, yet dysfunctional family, similar in many aspects to a family of her past life. She could hear them again, the clanking of tankards filled to the brim with mead, the hearty laughter over a few bawdy, raunchy jokes passed around along with a shanty or two sung by haggard drunks passionately....and the voice, the gruff yet gentle song of Torvald Stone-Hide. The guild was her home now, yet her heart ached for the days of a brigand. As she drank of her ale and took another bite of venison into her jaws, she happened to notice that nosy hawk of hers eyeing Simbad's eyepatch, only expecting for the cheeky bird to take flight again with it in his talons. Damn thing, he was always grabbing whatever, maybe for a jest or just natural curiosity. There was one time Hotarubi returned with an amulet she pilfered off a merchant, a very beautiful bauble with a lovely, center-cut diamond encased in purest silver, but then Dmitri caught shine of it and away he was with the amulet in his beak, unfortunately dropping it in those filthy sewer waters. It took Nira all night just to find the thing, and when she did, she and the amulet reeked with filth. They would have been lucky to get a few coins for it at the fence. To dissuade the red-tail from any mischief, she glared over to Dmitri and shook her head. He got the message clearly and instead of making off with Simbad's patch, the bird instead flew over to the couch little Nadia was sleeping on and landed, covering his head with his wings and going to sleep himself. Nirayane then turned to Chloe, giggling on the inside. She was a woman, mature indeed, yet she acted as if a child pushing her vegetables aside.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "Nira, where did you learn to cook like this. its really good." she asked the elf curious to what her secret was. the food was a lot different to what she had been used to. for starters it was warm and you could actually taste the meat</s> <\|message\|>Name Vallyn Desp'Ana Vallyn kept silent when the guild began to pile up, tossing eleven of the twelve coin purses onto the table. He left the room, leaving the sewers, wrapping his cloak tightly about him with the cowl pulled low. The shadows of his hood hid most of his face, giving him a somewhat intimidating presence. It didn't take him long to reach his destination, either, only a couple of blocks of wandering to the local tavern. He walked in and closed the door, not paying any mind to the action nor to the curious glares of its hardened folk. Eventually, there was an eruption of welcome. "Vallyn! 'Bout time you came!" The patrons cried, save for the new, burly looking man. Vallyn raised a hand, solemnly walking towards the bar. He dropped three gold piece onto the bar. "Mead and mutton. This should be enough to pay whatever is put on my tab, plus tip." The young man told the barkeep, who, upon looking at the money, nodded with a big smile on her plump face. The woman went about, bringing him the mead and running to the kitchen to prepare his meal.</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze She was about to answer Chloe, but was caught off guard by Vallyn just upping and leaving the guild hall. Where was he off to? And without a single adieu given to his mates? Although, Vallyn never seemed to care much at all for camaraderie among them, always so cynical and staunch. So further Nirayane paid no mind and answered Chloe's question, writing down words on a scrap of parchment, You learn alot when you had to cook for a band of rowdy men and a hungry orc. She smirked and resumed eating.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters "Really. Sounds like a load of fun." Chloe said imagining her among the men. and what about an orc.</s> <\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze Fun...... True, some of the best times she had in her life were with the Elks, but not always was the case. If it wasn't for the war chief, Nirayane wouldn't have rose to the ranks of bandit queen. A slave she would have been, chained, beaten, spat upon, and abused every night by a different tormentor, such as those she was forced to slay while fleeing towards the border....the last of the most feared brigands...now reduced to a lowly elf. Her smile softened a little and her lips began a gradual downward curve as her eyes fell upon her empty plate. Memories, joyous and painful, they forever plagued Nirayane.</s> <\|message\|>Chloe Winters Seeing Niras smile fade from her face chloe immediatly knew she had offended her. "Nirayane, im so sorry. i didnt mean to upset you" She said trying to comfort her.</s>	<\|message\|>Nirayane Shear-Breeze Nirayane managed to keep at least a shred of a smile on her face as she turned to Chloe profusely apologizing to her. Offended? In what way had she chided Nira? She shook her head lightly to the other archer, damn...if only she could speak. Twas already late for the elf, and by now everyone had retired it seemed, except for them three and Vallyn wherever he be. Nirayane stood from the table stretching and silently yawning, bidding Chloe and Simbad goodnight before retiring to her room. Along the way, she smiled to Nadia still slumbering peacefully with Dmitri watching over her. Once she was in her room, she let the thick drape made from deer hides fall over the doorway and slipped off her fur boots and her quiver. Her eyes trailed about the quaint abode....until they fell upon her shelf, atop it, an old, rusted dagger and a cracked steel helm missing one of its horns. Carefully, Nira's hands reached for the helm, and softly...and somberly she rubbed her cheek against the cold worn armor, closing her eyes.</s>
<\|description\|>Artemis Age: He lost count years ago but apparently, immortal. Appearance: While out of water, Artemis develops the swelled, sad look that we all know and love (the picture above describes it quite well). A flabby, useless body is rather shit in combat and in the dating game, as are the small, beady eyes and large nose. In water, his gelatinous body compresses and his body becomes much more fish-like. Deep-sea water is his element and he can handle extreme pressure well because of this (but not psychological pressure because that shits stressful, yo). When speaking, his voice can sound rather lisp-y, due to his fat lips but he has a rather refined accent (not all that different from Walter Melon from Aqua Teen Hunger Force, since they have the same voice actor, the talented Chris Kadden). Species: Blobfish Personality: If the dictionary was a pop-up picture book, the definition of "pessimism" would have Artemis' ugly face on the slapped onto it. After hundreds (it could be thousands by now...) of years, Artemis has long given up looking on the bright side of life and has developed a sarcastic and 'the glass is half-empty' tone with those he hangs around with or calls a "friend". He is by no-means selfish or mean but he has little time for shit and small talk. You'd think a guy who's lived as long as this would be a bit more open and understanding... Likes: -Being a blobfish under water. -Mangos -Lady blobfish. Dislikes: -Being a blobfish on land. -The idiots he's stuck with. -Being alive for thousands of years. Neutral Opinion: -Being a blobfish. History: Artemis came from the deep-sea Pacific, off the coast of a mysterious island called "Straylia". He doesn't remember much from those early years as a simple blobfish, prowling the bottom of a deep-sea trench for scraps, as he didn't gain sentience until he was much older. Upon realising his own existence, Artemis was overcome with sadness as he realised he hadn't gotten laid yet. In his desperation, he began trying for mates all over the deep-sea trench but to no avail. He was simply too sentient and too clever for the female blobfish. So, he left the trench for warmer waters. He traveled for years, still not dying or getting laid or finding a purpose. In his 57th year, he was unluckily caught in a fishing line and pulled to the surface by a sea-faring wizard. The wizard recognised his sentience almost immediately and revealed to Artemis that he was most likely immortal, judging by the deteriorated state of his genitals and his body wrinkles. Distraught, he threw himself into the ocean only to remember he's immortal and from the ocean. He kept going from ocean to ocean as the years went passed, slowly losing count of his own age and place in life. After years of moping about the ocean floor, Artemis flopped onto the surface of the beach a different blob fish. His entire body swelled up and he became even uglier. The immortal blob fish has dragged itself across land for years and has seen the world slowly become stranger and stranger. What he is searching for, he doesn't know. A purpose would be nice but so would some blobfish poontang.</s> <\|message\|>Luka "Thank you mister!" Luka trotted over to the unconscious Heena. He nudged her a little, but he got no response. They should probably leave, but Luka wouldn't be able to lift the unconscious Alpaca. Perhaps their new monstrous friend could help them instead. He trotted over towards the creature, with the intention of perhaps making a new friend. "Can you tell us your name, mister?"</s> <\|message\|>Setheran Setheran eyed the creatures intelligently, taking in the smaller forms of what may be, perhaps, his new companions. While the creature's mind slowly ate away at his own intelligence, his morals and thoughts, he couldn't just leave them here. So instead, he hopped through the small gap, having to twist his head to the side to fit, since his horns jutted out farther on each side than anything else, and bared his teeth at them all. Except, he wasn't growling- rather, his teeth had folded into his mouth, leaving little slits in his gums and worthy of a name like "toothless." Then he approached the passed out long-necked sheep thing, and gently took it in his mouth. Being larger than all the other creatures inside the cell, it didn't take much to lift it, thought he feared his saliva might dirty its wool, he didn't think it'd be that bad. So he turned and hopped out, ignoring any attempts to speak to it. He didn't try to speak- he already knew he couldn't. Instead, he did what he did know how to do- stared at the sand shark's eyes and used a limited form of telepathy to send a series of images, mainly of letters- S-E-T-H-E-R-A-N. His name. Next, he caught the fidgety harpy in his gaze and sent a series of images of them riding on his back. The harpy he could handle, even with the panicked slab of talking flesh, but he didn't think he could handle a... metal suit thing.</s> <\|message\|>Humhum The images were a surprise to Humhum, it took him a few moments to guess that the creature staring at him was the cause. First time receiving a telepathic message is distracting and unusually. It was lucky there was a series of images making him hum as his response. Shifting his balance on one leg he was standing on, he spoke. ''I prefer to fly mmmhmm, I am quite fast.mmm I could mmm hmmm keep up.'' There was a little bit of pride involved. He was far from the fastest in his colony but he was still fast. He wanted to prove it and show that he could keep up with anyone running. Even a interesting beast like his new friend. On the other hand Humhum was quite nice. Offering a compromise. '' But if you insist mmm I may instead of riding mm just sit on your back. mhm mhm~ Either way mmm we should go...mmm Peter hurry up mhm. '' He turned around to check if someone was coming, not seeing anyone he let go of the blob fish. catching Artemis before he hit the ground with the same claw, but now making him face the opposite side than Humhum. The harpy simply thought if there happen to be something behind him Artemis will see it and be really loud about it.</s> <\|message\|>Artemis Artemis blinked in confusion as he was dropped and caught again. "Oh, okay, bird-man, just throw me around like I'm a football" he muttered to himself. "Sure, lets use the immortal virgin blobfish as a ball to throw at each other, that sounds great". The blobfish had calmed slightly as he saw the monster was not a monster at all - it understood Luka and had scratched its name into the floor with its horn. Well, perhaps it was still a monster but at least it was a sentient monster. As he shifted slightly in Humhum's claws, he glanced around him. The corridor was long and dark, with paved flooring with hay strewn everywhere. "God, I'd love to roll in the hay sometime" he said out loud. "No, Humhum! I only mean that metaphorically! It was a joke, a joke! Don't throw me into the hay!" Artemis calmed himself somewhat and looked around at his companions. Peter, the metal man and Heena, the alpaca-llama thing, still stood in the cell, motionless. "Well, Jesus Christ, guys, don't let us hold you back" he said sarcastically. "Are we supposed to carry you on this adventure or something? We're trying to discover ourselves, not how freakin' heavy a man in a diving suit is!" The blobfish sighed. "Well, anyway, seeing as this sentient-monster-thingy isn't going to eat us, we should get out of here. Which way?"</s> <\|message\|>Luka "My Lord!" General Suckfudg shouted, running in from a doorway beside the throne, "The prisoners have escaped!" It was then that he noticed that all of the other soldiers had gotten down onto their knees and were crying with their king. "For god's sake..." He ran around the throne until he was in front of the king. "My lord!" He said again, making sure the king could hear him speak, "The prisoner's have escaped!" "How is that possible?!" the King said incredulously, "It seems they had assistance from the beast in the opposite cell!" "Damn it!" the King cried to the heavens, [c]"Why must this happen to me! Have my sacrifices not been enough? I will not let all of my effort be in vain!"[/b] He turned to a nearby soldier, the tears drying on his face leaving behind a golden glow. "Release the Consumer of Worlds!" Behind him, the soldiers gasped. "B-but my lord!" the soldier said, "What about the Prophecy?" "I have read the prophecy hundreds of times!" He said, "I know what risks I am taking, but they cannot be allowed to continue any further!" The soldier hurridly ran off to release the beast. "For the good of the world, they must die." He said. --- "What's that sound?" Luka asked. It sounded like there was a tornado just outside the walls, but they were deep underground, it couldn't have been a tornado. Suddenly, there was an almighty roar and the noise stopped. "Um..." He said. There was silence all about the dungeon. "What was-" Suddenly, an almighty crack! was heard and the back wall of their cell suddenly shattered into dust and was sucked into a gigantic mouth! The mouth was so massive that he couldn't see anything past it, and then it started to loose chains and bones into its mouth. The suction was so strong that wind started to howl, and he could see Peter was getting sucked in! "Peter! Noooooo!" But he could do nothing as Peter's metal form was slowly pulled into the yawning abyss of the creature's mouth. It was all he could do to hold pull himself from bar to bar, struggling towards the hole where the others were. Something large and white flew over his head, and he looked back to see... "No! Not Heena too!" But he could barely hold on as he was, there was no way he could save her. He struggled towards his friends, until his feet could touch solid ground. "We need to run!" He shouted over the wind, the wind wasn't as strong but he could feel its strength growing quickly. He picked up Artemis in his teeth and took off as fast as he could, hoping that none of the others would meet the same fate.</s> <\|message\|>Humhum Humhum was about to trow the blob fish on the hay as he was asked before Artemis changed his mind. ''You can be confusing. mhmmm.'' He replied waiting for the okay to start moving out. He picked up the sounds of wind? Well thats sure is nice. Wind was always such a nice thing.... He changed his mind when the source of it started to appear. A beast mount crunching away towards them, starting to inhale pulling them. The harpy started to flap his wings as fast as possible resisting the current of air. This wind was definitely not a nice one. In panic his claws got stronger around the blob fish while the free one grabbed onto the opposite cell bars. Holding onto it for his dear life. Seeing when his friends got sucked away into the mount. His eyes big in shock. But if he tried to catch them he would have to let go and.... "We need to run!" That was what he wanted to hear, he didnt need to be told twice. Breathing in he gave his all flapping his wings and grabbing on the ground with his free claw. He run away choosing a direction at random. Most important was not to be there anymore. Ducking his head when some chair flow over his head and into the darkness of the mount.</s>	<\|message\|>Artemis "Oh lord, could this day get any worse?" sighed Artemis as he was whisked into the open mouth of Luka. He wasn't particularly worried that his other companions had been sucked into the stomach of some great big, dirty monster - they hadn't been contributing much to the story anyway. As Luka ran down the hall with Artemis in his mouth, the blobfish became uncomfortably aware of how disgusting the inside of a Land Sharks mouth was. Especially Lukas mouth, who could eat nearly anything. In his teeth, tree branches, fire hydrants and what smelled like a Smeg fridge were all munched up and stuck in the landsharks gums. His breath wasn't much better. Before, when Artemis had stayed several metres away from the Land Shark at all times, the smell had been bearable. But oh God, sitting in Lukas mouth, the smell that had fermented in the Land Sharks mouth had gone through every orifice of Artemis body. The worst part was he couldn't lift a flipper to cover his blobby nose. "Wow, Luka, I'm impressed that you've kept your dental hygiene at a dentist-improved level!" gagged Artemis. "Really, buddy, keep up the good work. I hope I have the breath and teeth of land shark some day". As they rounded the corner, Artemis could feel bile swelling at the bottom of stomach. He wasn't even sure if it was anatomically possible for a blobfish to vomit but he didn't want to find out. "Right, Luka, it's been grand but staying in your mouth for more than one post is going to drive me crazy!" called Artemis, flopping forward to the front of the Landsharks mouth. With an almighty grunt that echoed down Lukas throat and bottomless stomach, the blobfish launched himself out of the land sharks mouth. "Good god" he muttered as he rolled across the ground, acutely aware that he stinking of saliva. "I smell like a sewer" he moaned, rolling onto his front and beginning to flop down the hall as fast as he could. Which was faster than usual. "Oh my lord...Luka! Your saliva has some kind of...slippery quality! I feel like I'm on ice!" grinned Artemis as he slid down the hall as fast as Luka could run. Behind him, a trail of slimy Land Shark saliva formed, showing exactly where he'd gone. "I feel like I'm in the ocean again! This is the best thing ever! Why didn't I come into your mouth before, Luka!?" he exclaimed. "Not like that. Get your mind out of the gutter, dirtbag" snarled the blobfish to the reader as he slid past.</s>
<\|description\|>"Dog" Age: 19 Species: Human? Appearance: Weaknesses: Excitable, anxious, socially maladjusted, prone to berserking Phobias: Being alone Skills: Hand-to-hand combat, tracking, running Supernatural Abilities Tier 1: Generally superhuman, enhanced sense of smell Supernatural Abilities Tier 2: TBD Supernatural Ability Tier 3: Warp Spasm Other:</s> <\|message\|>Ashley. Piccinato "A Minotaur? Well that would be fun, we probably should not." Ashley looked ahead at the blocked way. "Let's find another way around." Ashley began taking a few steps back, slightly concerned about her companion's coughing fit. If he started getting sick or something that would be bad. She kind of wants to keep him around, not that he was a great conversationalist, she just didn't want to be alone right now. "Whatever caused the cave-in is probably is busy with that so we could slip past it. can you still walk?" referring to his leaning on the wall and apparent difficulty breathing. Cosmos</s> <\|message\|>Vinashy Reveetni He wraps his cloak around his body, and bolts. He floats into the room, and scans the walls. He lifts a massive scythe off the wall, and twirls it experimentally. "This will suffice." He turns to Mikkish. "Can you see any bows? That would make a fine weapon for fighting these inferior corpses." As he gets closer, the air begins to smell of blood.</s> <\|message\|>"Dog" Dog felt the undead bounce off left and right from his two struggling shields. He could hear and, because of his size, feel Zanni tramping along beside him, occasionally knocking a zombie or two into his path due to his sheer girth. It was almost as though they were having a race, and with each bump and jostle from one of the undead he felt himself grow a little more frustrated, a little more into it as the rush of combat began to take over. There was no doubting the pang of uncharacteristic anger that flared up as Dog saw that both he and Zanni had been beaten. Mikkish had made it first, blazing across the finish line in a shower of gore and dismantling every zombie on the escalator. Dog growled and forewent the escalator entirely. As he approached it he couched and leap, his powerful legs propelling him upward onto the banister of the second floor. Seeing Mikkish dodge past another hoard into some shop Dog reeled back and threw one of shields at the zombies that had turned to follow him. Somehow he'd managed to put a spin on the zombie, and when it slammed into the hoard its flailing limbs snapped as it took most of them to the ground. He laughed to himself and took that moment to turn and survey the carnage down below. Between him, Mikkish, and Zanni a wide hole had been punched in the hoard down below, paving a blood soaked pathway straight to the escalator. But that hadn't stopped those coming in from the sides around the elevator where, he noted with some disdain, the slime girl was still hanging around. Dog looked over at the other zombie he'd picked up, then at the festive Christmas tree sitting in the middle of the room. Could he make that happen? He thought he could. The zombie slammed into the Christmas with enough force for its stomach to burst, but that sound was dwarfed by the ominous wooden cracking and as it tipped, leaned, and tumbled over from the impact, breaking in half and falling to the left of the slime girl forming a makeshift barricade the zombies would have to climb over to get to her. At least from that side. He heard Mikkish calling for him and hopped down off his perch, rushing into the...medieval arms store? "Oh-hohohoho," He said, rubbing his hands together. He walked over to the long glass case containing a bastard sword to big for anyone to actually use and smashed the glass, pulling the thing out of the debris and letting it drag along the ground as he made his way back to the door to actually help that slowpoke and, maybe, just engage in a little more wanton violence. He wasn't a swordsmen by any means, but he figured a simple HACK HACK HACK would suffice for this crowd. @Karkinos@Strong Potato@Shadow Dragon</s> <\|message\|>Candelabra Ye Ol' Convenient Munition — ding; the doors of the storefront whip open, and a girl steps through, her expression dark, her nose... gone — either smashed in, or ridden of altogether. She strides forward, her feet stick-sticking on the ground, her hands resting in translucent black sweatshirt "pockets." Her straight-ahead stare never wavers; she seizes her prize: A visored helmet hanging on the wall. Decoration, but Candelabra promptly sits it on her head. She wanders around with this new visage as it clearly proved a detriment to her vision — she staggers into a weapon rack, removes herself with effort as the hilt of a longsword drags the floor, its blade impaled through her torso. Candelabra's shoulders shake in a fit of silent giggling. She swings her arms in a facetious march, albeit with such horrific spacial awareness that herself, or her sword, must have bumped into someone on the way to the front of the store. This was not with the intention to leave, for two reasons: the BO outside had gotten ridiculous, and the sounds of butting heads was growing from competitive to violent, to the point where someone had nearly flattened her under the girth of the Christmas tree, something that would take her a good few minutes to recuperate from. Bothersome. Candelabra never doubted a day at the mall could be so chaotic. It must've been Black Friday. Did that correspond with the holidays? Regardless, if she was going to trail the group of familiar faces as she currently was, the least she could do was cover their expense. It was the polite thing to do. Through the visor, she recognized the vague semblance of check-out, ringed the bell mainly because it was there, then spat a medallion out into her hand like a rotten tooth, laid it on the counter. "What is this?" a rasping voice called out to her. "I don't think I can take this." Candelabra, not understanding, lets another medallion roll from the back of her throat, down her tongue, onto the counter. "How are you doing that?" asks the voice, suspicious. "Still, I can't take this money." (Candelabra is unaware she is interacting with a literal cash register right now.)</s> <\|message\|>Zanni Bozo Enjoying the flesh festival, Zanni had to take a moment to clean his eyes. Did he actually lose the race to a human? Zanni could not believe it. He must have cheated somehow. Zanni started walking in @MikkishtheLeprechaun direction, occasionally biting off some fingers pointing towards him. "You know pointing with your fingers is rude..." These humans are all strange creatures. But something was off. The ones he met were a little extraordinary... "Leave some kitchen knives for me, I love throwing them at audiences", Zanni said.</s> <\|message\|>"Dog" Dog wasn't two steps to the door when the slime girl wandered inside. Dog paused and watched as she went past him, her eyes fixed with some profound sense of purpose. She grabbed up a decorative helmet and stumbled into a weapon rack, accidentally impaling herself and knocking a assortment of blades to the ground. This didn't seem to bother her at all. Some deep, deep cash must have gone into her development. What he wouln't give for a body like that. His eyes were taking off her as Zanni shouldered past him into the store. The two past one another as the clown wandered back to talk with Mikkish and the girl tottered up to the counter to...pay for the helmet. No matter what this whole exchange was enough of a break in the action to at least let him cool down a little and think things through. The unread weren't here yet, so there was time for that. He reached forward to tap the slime girl on the shoulder, then stopped after he saw the state of his hand. And his sleeve. And his shirt. And a little on his pants, no doubt. He had not been able to avoid splatter and it chilled him to the bone to think just how long it would take to get the stench off his hands. He wiped his hand on his shirt as best he could, deciding they were in a mall anyone so he would be able to get a new one, and crouched down to tap the slime girl with a hand that was mostly clean. "Uhhhhhh, hey." He said. "I don't think we're expected to pay for any of this stuff. I think it's like, y'know, kind of rules of nature in here." Potato@Karkinos@Shadow Dragon@MikkishtheLeprechaun</s> <\|message\|>Vinashy Reveetni Vinashy looks at Dog confused. "Rules of nature? Rules clearly don't apply here. Unless you think that a talking metal box is normal." He grins, showing his fangs. He turns to Zanni. "Clown. Do those zombies still have any blood in them? I'm thirsty." He licks his lips. He takes a massive recurve bow off the wall, along with a quiver full of arrows.</s> <\|message\|>Mikkish Callahan Dragon@Gentlemanvaultboy@Strong Potato@Karkinos Mikkish picked up a couple of samurai swords, intending to dual wield them both. In theory, he would be a badass bladed whirlwind of death, but when he actually held one in each hand, all while lacking any idea how to efficiently use the weapons aside from hacking and slashing, he realized it would be far too clumsy. He tossed them aside, and instead picked up a decently heavy morningstar and a war axe, not much different from a melee class Skyrim character. Seeing the vampire, Vinashy, he nearly mistook him for a zombie and stepped towards him with weapons ready to strike. He stopped himself, however, when he realized Vinashy was speaking like an intelligent human. He paused awkwardly. "I think there is a gun shop here too. Way better." Mikkish said, considering Vinashy might be a vampire. In his world, many vampires preferred dated weaponry as they were usually quite old themselves. At Zanii's question, he simply pointed to the case holding various knives, ranging from folding pocket knives, to hunting knives, to kunai. He then walked outside and began his killing spree once more. Seconds after he dashed out of sight from the other, a mess of gory bits splashed the windows. If one listened, they could hear the word "STARS" being uttered in a low growling voice.</s> <\|message\|>"Dog" "Huh?" Dog said, confusedly looking the new guy over. "Nah, it's totally normal. You put your token in, the electronic voice goes 'OH! That's a Winner!' and a prize comes out the bottom." It struck Dog that this might not be entirely normal even for people that had been manufactured in Labs. Ordinary folks did the same stuff the slime was trying to do, bringing money into big stores like this to buy whatever they wanted. Dog didn't get that. It seemed much less exciting. "At least, uhhh, that's how it worked where I was raised." He felt Mikkish slide past him back outside and all too soon heard the now familiar splattering sounds commence again as more viscera splatted up against the glass. "You know, in movies they tell you that you shouldn't get any of that stuff in your mouth or eyes, or else you get infected with whatever made the zombies in the first place. So we should try to avoid that." The low, rumbling "STARS" reached his ears at about that time. "And that too. Maybe. I don't think that's friendly." @Shadow Dragon@Strong Potato@Karkinos</s> <\|message\|>Vinashy Reveetni ".....What is a "gun"? Some kind of magic? And this..toe-kin object? What do they do?" He lifts a large knife off the wall, tests it's weight, and slips it into his robe. He looks at Dog curiously. "What are you? A Werewolf?"</s> <\|message\|>"Dog" "If you want to think about it like that, yeah. Werewolf isn't that far off I guess. And tokens are those big things she's using to try and buy stuff." He pointed down at the blob girl. "Guns are...I don't like 'em. They make way to much noise, hurts my ears. You ain't from around here, huh? What sort of time capsule they pull you out of? Dragon</s> <\|message\|>Vinashy Reveetni "Last I remember, I was asleep in my castle, deep in Reaper's Hollow." He looks around, and lifts a large hammer. "Three questions. Is there anything else in here that could be deemed useful, anyone got any blood to spare?" He looks at them, then grins. "And what, pray tell, is a time capsule?"</s> <\|message\|>Candelabra Candelabra doesn't have an immediate response. She's disoriented by a "rules of nature" that, through connotation, she would never apply to a shopping mall. And she can't insert herself from there as the figures she can hardly discern go on about their own misunderstanding. The girl reaches an epiphany: they don't know who one another are. And it may have been obvious that this is another world entirely, but Candelabra, someone who barely saw the full span of her own home when she could, was just beginning to recognize the full extent of their abduction. The worst part was she couldn't share any of this, maybe turn the discussion into one speculation and answer-seeking - she can't speak. It was times like this it became so inconvenient, and it forced her attention to drift to other things, like a hint of red in the limited vision her helmet allowed. "'Stars?'" cries the register. "Nngh, someone go kill that thing. I'm already sick of these zombies."</s>	<\|message\|>"Dog" Dog signed, but just a little happily. He was used to doing what metal boxes told him to do. They usually knew things he didn't, and it was comfortingly familiar to be given a mission from one even in these circumstances. "Okay. You and me can have a longer talk after whatever made that sound is dead and we've found a safer home base than this. I'd love to know what this Reapers Hollow is. It sounds pretty old school." With that Dog turned on his heel and marched out the door, instantly stepping into a puddle of tick black blood left behind by Mikkish's earlier escapades out here. Still resting the giant sword on his shoulder he made his way in the direction he thought that "STARS" sound had cone from.</s>
<\|description\|>Noelle Vinchetti Username: SarrowedSparK Age: 24 Gender: Female Main: Sona Appearance: Noelle stands at 5'3'' tall, she has long hair that reaches to her middle of her back. Her hair is originally blond, but she always disliked that color so she regularly paints it cyan because she finds it nice color., True Appearance: Since her regular appearance is already close to her true one, at first glance nothing much changes. Her hair grows somewhat longer and seems like the cyan color turns into a natural one for her hair. Her hair is made into two tails and etwahl appears in her arms. Powers: Visage voice- Being originally a singer, after the merge with sona's abilities, she seems to be able to let out sound waves even in her normal form. Effectively she can directly speak into the mind of people via ultra high frequency waves, but normal people cannot understand or even stand them. Causes headaches and nosebleeds to normal humans. Power Chord(passive)- Her songs form auras around her which affects allies and grant them magical boosts. Additionally after using 3 powers in succession, her next attack is empowered with magical energy. Hymn of Valor- Using this ability she sents two waves of compressed sounds to attack her enemies with. Stronger than her normal attacks and grants allies the aura boost to deal stronger magic damange. Aria of Perseverance- Using this ability, she heals herself and the nearest most wounded ally. Aura effects is that she and her ally receive a brief shield of energy. Crescendo- Her most powerful ability. She unleashes a music wave capable of touching everyone's minds and causing them to dance. Personality: Noelle is generally a bright and happy person, even after all the bad things that had happened to her and destroyed her life. She loves to hang around places with lots of people, even if she cannot really talk to them anymore. She wants to have friends, but to others she appears cold and unfriendly, mostly because no one has ever heard her talk. She wants to help those around her if she can. She has a huge fear of doctors and medical staff. Short Biography: Noelle used to be a singer. She loved singing all her life ever since she first heard a live singer at a pub during a celebration when she was 5. She naturally begged her family to get her to lessons and so they did. It quickly got obvious she had a talent for singing so her family supported her all the way. With the years she got better and by the time she turned 17, she was already singing around the local clubs with a band of 3 other musicians around her age. Her life was going great since, slowly her group gained popularity locally and there were even talks about contracts with a producer so they can go national. Sadly it was not fated to be. When she was 21, Noelle was abducted by a insane fan, who held her in his basement for almost 2 weeks before they found her. The man was crazy and didn't want anyone to hear her singing, just himself. When the police started getting close to him, he personally cut her vocal cords so she cannot sing for anyone anymore. Turns out he was a medical student at some point. After that she couldn't live there anymore. She had to get away from all the pitying gazes and stares. She just gathered her things and left, eventually settling in the city of Darkwell. She sold most of her belongings such as jewelry she had gathered and found a job part time as a janitor and one as a cook at a part time diner during the mornings to lunch. Both aren't the greatest paying, but between them she can at least pay her rent and bills. Also despite having two jobs, she still at least have time to enjoy some computer games. Other: "Only you can hear me, Summoner. What masterpiece shall we play today?" "Don't stare directly at me for too long." Username:Veniciala Name:Clarice Fortier Age: 28 Gender: Female Main: Leona Appearance: Clarice is 1.92 m. tall(around 6'4 ft.), with long to her waist straight black hair and dark blue eyes. She is quite beautiful woman with great figure and is often mistaken for a model. She has a number of scars hidden under her clothes, most of which from painful combat wounds. The most prominent ones are 3 gunshot scars on her stomach, a number of shrapnel scars on her back and a big scar on her left shoulder. True Appearance: In her true appearance, Clarice becomes covered by a lair of bright shining gold and steel armor similar to that of Leona from the game. Her sword and shield also appear in her hands. Powers: Sunlight(passive): Each of her abilities mark the opponent with sunlight, any damage by an ally activates and consumes the mark, causing additional damange Shield of Daybreak: Clarice's next attack gains bonus range, has bonus magical damage and stuns the opponent. Eclipse: Activating this a shield of light forms around Clarice, gain armor and resistances towards magic, after a small duration, the shield erupts dealing damage to surroundings enemies. If it has damaged someone, the shields reactivates for a small time. Zenith Blade: Clarice shoots out an image of her sword, made of light. It damages enemies it passes through and she dashes to the last target hit by the sword.. Solar Flare: Clarice calls down a solar giant beam of solar energy upon a target area. The beat damages all enemies it hits, slows the ones in the periphery and stuns the one in the center of the beam. Also her next normal attack gets empowered with additional range and bonus magic damage. Personality: Once upon a time when she was younger she used to be an extremely serious person, but after a few years in the military circles on many battlefields, she became like most of her combat buddies – easygoing about most things in life. She likes to smoke, to drink, to talk with friends, to meet new people and to have very good time as much as she can. What she dislikes is mostly arrogant people in business suits, bullies and sweets. The first two she usually dealt with her fists and the munches she simply avoids buying sweet stuff. She is a team player, though as already stated quite an easygoing one. As long as no one was hurt or the game is won, she wouldn't go pest other people. She likes to be in the thickest fighting as she did back in the military. Short Biography: Clarice was born in France. Her father was in the military long before she was born and her mother was a nurse in a hospital in Paris. At least that's what she was told. Her mother died during her birth so she grew up only with her father who moved around military bases and the like. When he was being sent on a mission he would always leave her with a hired woman who would take care of her. She liked the nanny, she was a middle aged woman who took good care of her and everything was going decently well, or at least till her father died in the line of duty. She was only 13 at the time. With no relatives she was adopted by her nanny and was well secured because all her father's assets were inherited by her. Still she could never find a place where she belonged in France. She was never really a very girly girl as she grew up. She was more of a tomboy and ironically she was always taller than all the boys around her. Some were even afraid of her for the beating she would give them. Eventually she just couldn't take it anymore of the normally around her and went ahead to sign herself with the military as soon as she was able to. She went on a few trips with the military before she left and went ahead to work as a mercenary, even made a name for herself. People started calling her "The Iron wall" For she would usually take escort and bodyguard jobs. During one of her many stays in a hospital for her injuries she stumbled upon Leage of Legends. Since she couldn't really move back then she started playing and she's been playing it since. When she was 25, her escort convoy got caught in an ambush. As explosives were flying everywhere along with bullets. She got shot in the shoulder. She was lucky to survive that, but survive she did. Now after recovering she decided it was time to settle down… She moved to Darkwell city and found herself a job as a police officer after passing all the security checks and such. Her experience as a soldier was a nice thing and she enjoyed wearing the uniform of law for a change.</s> <\|message\|>Aliron --- Aliron stared at Sully skeptically. "So let me get this straight. We all got kidnapped cause your 'organization' let a geek make a machine that gave people superpowers use it on himself and is now a power hungry scientist dude? What's more he's so super that your whole secret organization shtick can't bring him down? If so then what make us safe here? Finally." At this a more serious glint shone in Aliron's eyes and his voice changed from the escalating anger and disdain to cold focus. "Where is my god dam suitcase?" Odd purple distortions in the air occurred around him. At this point it wasn't even really about the suitcase. Aliron could care less about the suitcase's contents. It was what the suitcase represented that he wanted back. Aliron was, though he may not seem it, a fairly young individual with practically no experience outside of his own personal world. His city jump had been a decision that was rather reckless and poorly thought through. His time in this new city had been somewhat stressful as he'd been able to accomplish little, had no friends there and had done a surprisingly poor job of making them. He knew these people around him were judging him even now. His self-confidence had already been dwindling. The party was supposed to fix that, make some friends, have some food, maybe win something. Instead he'd been robbed and kidnapped, and locked into area 51 by the Illuminati. Yesterday hadn't been a great day. Today was a downright rotten day so far. In fact his whole week hadn't been much fun and to cap it all off the voices wouldn't shut up. Aliron was kind of at his breaking point. So he needed something tangible to ground himself again. To someone who didn't know these things his demand no doubt seemed trivial and petty. Aliron was well aware of this and in his mind, was all the more reason he should get his suitcase back. Was it really so much to ask?</s> <\|message\|>Alexis "Nova" DeLuna "So we've got our Professor Viktor going crazy on us then?" Alexis nodded along as she listened to the mans explanation, albeit crazy as it was. She clenched a fist, looking at her hand as she felt the potential energy once again, before relaxing again once more. It did seem quite out there, something way beyond what seemed physically possible, though unusual night after unusual night, and here we are. Now she's in the middle of nowhere, under the 'protection' (she believed it but was slightly skeptical) of Mr. Ravello. She shook her head though, looking around. The first guy to speak up had some serious questions, which she figured she wouldn't get anywhere by asking the same. So after he was done, Nova followed with her own."Two questions. Is it just us? And what did you end up doing to yourself?</s>	<\|message\|>Noelle Vinchetti Noelle kept quiet and followed after Whitney, holding onto the girl's clothes as an afraid child, always hiding behind her with face filled with fear and suspicion. She didn't really trust this Sully character. He abducted them! Like a common criminal, he drugged them so they couldn't resist and now htey were in this place god knows where. She feared what he would do if they refused to play by his rules. When he explained the situation, Noelle made an irriated explression, glaring at him without moving away from Whitney. The Aliron guy asked some pretty valid questions there... except the one about hte suitcase. What made them safer here? There was no way this place would truly be safe from whomever had the skills to create a machine that creatures superheroes basically. "If... he finds us out here... you gathered us all in one place..." Her voice suddenly chimmed in through the briefing room, causing everythign to vibrate for a slight moment as she kept her 'voice' weak. Noelle didn't really want to blow out hte lamps... just yet."... with us gathered... if he finds this place... you basically give us all away on a silver platter..." "Also Syndicate... is a name only villains use..." She growled at him, holding onto Whitney's sleeve.</s>
<\|description\|>Randy Jones Age: 29 Date Of Death: 1992 Height: 5'4" Weight: 135 lb. Method of Death: Getting stabbed in the neck with his own fountain pen. Bio: Randy was always a romantic. Ever since he was a child, he loved reading classic romances from authors like Jane Austen, Shakespeare, and the Brontes. The kind of books that he would've totally been bullied for reading if anyone had found out he liked them. He was writing his own poetry at the age of 16, and he wrote his first novel at the age of 20. Bringing it to a publisher, Randy found that they loved whatever he wrote, and so, began his nine-year career of writing. However, Randy's romanticism was also his downfall. He had a bad habit of romancing married women, which he wasn't to blame for. It wasn't his fault that they were discontented with their marriage. This habit lead to a very fast-paced series of events in the last year of his life in which he had to learn how to fight, in order to defend himself from his former lovers' ex-husbands. He did fairly well, but the last ex managed to break into his house and stab him to death with his own pen. Most of his lovers went to his funeral, and there was a fairly massive turnout, including family and friends. Now he waits in the penthouse for a job, and chats it up with his companions. Greatest Love: The concept of 'Romance', in all forms. Greatest Fear: Those that would do terrible things in the name of 'love'. This is a perversion of all Randy sees as good, and it terrifies him. Stunning Weapon: Colt M45 that he had bought to fight the exes. Sealing Weapon: His fountain pen.</s> <\|message\|>Charlie Jones Charlie took Jervis' message with a modicum of distaste. When it came to being treated like a kid, he was fine with being coddled, but hated having his actions restricted due to his age. If it had been anyone other than Jervis telling him this, he might have been snarkier. A rebellious part of him wanted to just smash a window and take a car out for a dangerous and chaotic joyride. However, Charlie had no knowledge of cars, let alone how to hotwire one. But if he was at least being given the right to choose their vehicle, then by golly, he would take it. So Charlie wandered the streets, passing by cheap cars, expensive cars, big cars, small cars, slow cars, fast cars; he maybe took a little longer than the other seven probably would have liked, but he was on a mission. There's gotta be one around here, somewhere, Charlie thought to himself, and then he saw it: Some car hobbyists prized possession, an antique form that Charlie was much more comfortable with. He walked up to the car, admiring it, and looked around to see if he could locate the owner anywhere. He couldn't. Smiling, Charlie walked over to the side mirror, making sure no one was around for the moment, and looked at himself. "Randy." Flashing back into the Deadly Room, Charlie picked up the files that he hadn't been able to read yet, but instead of perusing them, looked eagerly at the large screen, hoping that Randy wouldn't subvert his choice and go for another vehicle.</s> <\|message\|>Jonathan II Jones The driving, the chase, this brought back memories. You see, Jonathan wasn't the perfect husband and there was a lot of "marital conflict" in the family, though it leaned more towards one sided abuse. So there was no surprise when his wife wanted to leave him. He always remembered her first attempt, the first and the last as he made sure to engrave a lesson on what happens when a property runs from its owner. The whole thing was gruesome. It began when his wife left the bed one night, not to return, and upon waking up by the powerful engine of his car he noticed her absence. Before he even had a chance to get up the car roared as it dashed forward, through the estate gate and into the road. "That bitch dared to leave him?"- were his rage fueled thoughts. "Properties should know their fucking place"- he continued in a murmur. Without wearing anything else beside his bed robe, he hopped into his other car and gave chase immediately. The girl was full of adrenaline, anxious, scared but at last she almost felt released by that man's horrid grasp. To feel truly free she would have to get out of his property, which was considerably large mind you. Now to understand what happens next you have to understand the road she was following. The manor was at the top of a hill which ended in a cliff at one side and a forest in the other. This road snaked from one side of the hill to the other, slithering through the forest until it reached the bottom. Now here's what Jonathan did… Looking back one more time the girl felt a little relief that she wasn't followed. That relief was short lived. The faint sound of an engine could be heard coming from the forest that lead to the mansion. The sound only continued to grow as lights could now be seen piercing through the forest flora. The bushes rustled for a moment then.. "It can't be.. He's not tha-" VROOM The car leaped from the high ground crashing straight to the other one. Both people were sent flying but luckily for Jonathan he was thrown out during the jump, the momentum carrying him over to the other side of the road and into the greenery which softened his fall. Not so luckily for his wife property which lay bleeding on the ground with a piece of metal protruding through the side of her abdomen. "Sir, are you alright?"- one of the guards while towering above Jonathan's semi unconscious form. "ha..hehe..AHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA cough cough more pained laughter"- Jonathan had broken into a frenzied laughter only stopped by the sharp pain at his side. Probably a few broken ribs, otherwise just minor injuries. The main thing was that the lesson was learned, learned and forever engraved in her mind and body. And learn she did, as she learned to kill him instead of running….Good memories. Getting back to the present he continued: "You got taste kid, now let's see if our Randy has any skill in driving."- he remarked after finally raising up his head from the files. He got a particular.. rush when reading Marina's file, Dolly coming second. He would definitely love tormenting those girls, how he would take his sweet time with them. Walking for the couch, he leaped from the back to land in a sitting position. Making himself comfortable with his bottle of whisky as a pacifier he observed Randy while in anticipation of the moment when he would break those girls.</s> <\|message\|>Abigail "Abbey" Jones Abigail had to cease her bar stool spinning antics as people continued to pop in and out of existence around her. She hadn't been with the Deadly Eight long, so the antics of everyone switching in and out of one body definitely got her head spinning. The whole experience was almost a bit surreal to her, or perhaps that was just the vibe Jervis was going for with the jazzy, lounge-esque Deadly Room. Abigail set the targets' files down at this point. She never was too adept at the art of preplanning. The way she rolled, the only thing she prepared was plans to blow things up. Her logic worked much better under the threat of gunfire. Or at least, that's what Abigail thought. Maybe she was just lazy. For a moment, Abigail intently watched Jervis as he spoke through the phone to Charlie. That phone definitely brought back halcyon memories of Abigail's first few months in the Deadly Room. Oh how fun it had been to toy with the assassins during their missions, and oh how sad she was when Jervis then disallowed her from further using the phone. That was definitely one detail that most of her comrades would have picked up about Abigail: She almost never took anything seriously around here. Life er-... Unlife was all a game to Abigail. "Well that's an interesting choice..." Speaking to no one in particular, Abigail's eyes traced the vintage vehicle that Charlie chose. She had some experience with cars, but none at all with this sort. It was also probably worth mentioning that most of Abigail's experience with vehicles revolved around either destroying them, using them to destroy other things, or getaway driving. Abigail definitely had a... unique skill set. "It looks like it couldn't even breach fifty miles an hour. Let's hope nothing goes wrong during the mission... Our escape might crumble to dust when we need it." The girl gave a short chuckle continuing to watch, though as Charlie switched places with Randy, Abigail's demeanor seemed to change near instantaneously. A smile crossed her face, her eyes came alight with a certain glow of excitement, and her posture perked up to make her look more presentable. "Ah Charlie! Welcome back! Perfect execution of an escape as usual, and not to mention the lovely choice of vehicle. My compliments to your contribution as always!" Her voice was soft, almost baby-ish. Abigail was always so allured by the young assassin's delicate and charming appearance. Of course, Abigail completely disregarded any sort of flaws she saw in Charlie. He was too perfect for those. She continued her shower of praise for a moment longer whether Charlie was listening or not. This had no doubt become a common occurrence, happening nearly every conversation Abigail had with Charlie ever since she was brought to the Deadly Room.</s> <\|message\|>Charlie Jones Since he met Abigail, Charlie had treated her in a hot-and-cold manner; sometimes putting up with her doting, other times rejecting it. Neither reaction seemed to change her behavior, so he decided that this time, he would just play along. "I did good, didn't I, Abby?" Charlie said, flashing her a self-satisfied smile and making himself approachable. Of course, he knew very well that he was bullshitting; all he had done was wander out onto the streets and look at a car, but he wanted to play himself up, knowing that by encouraging Abigail, and by being an insufferable little prick and exaggerating his own contributions, the two of them would probably annoy the Hell out of the others, and that was Charlie's favorite pastime. Flipping through the dossiers, he zeroed in on their current target that the others had chosen in his brief absence. The first thing he noticed was the age, and a look of disgust passed very quickly over his face. While he hated adults, he could stand teenagers and young adults even less. he saw them as hypocrites, wannabe adults who abandoned their honesty as children to become the liars that grownups were. Going through the rest, he noticed all of the them were more-or-less in their teens, with on being 21, but then the last one was his age; and there was no information on her. He smirked, and figured this case might be interesting after all.</s> <\|message\|>Alejandra Jones Alejandra Jones "Very well," she replied to the decision. "Now to the Sparks… " There was a slight relief that came over her as the target was chosen, then after left confused on to why she felt that. Am I… anxious? Missions were truly a thrill to execute and targets weren't too much to handle. But, had the hunt finally got to her? What was so different from this case from the other cases? She massaged her temple and sighed, thinking too much doesn't help anyway. Lifting her head, Alejandra couldn't help but listen to the grumbling of her partner latina, Raissa. Training the ear did have its benefits as a skill, though she would hate being accused of being nosy or intrusive. She chuckled at the odd rambling, seeing how quite well their personalities contrasted but didn't seem to clash when in conversation. At least she served as a good distraction. Alejandra looked back to the large monitor in curiosity on to which vehicle they would drive. The choice was admirable, its appearance seeming to be polished to a shine with great care. "Es una pena," she sighed. She hoped the owner would be able to find it… in one piece. Sure, she could trust Randy with the wheel better than the others, but what more of this ghost's driving? She was set on getting the job done quickly. Though the many worries of the task at hand, she was still intrigued the old vehicle. Never once had she seen such an antique in her lifetime, she being the newest of the eight. The most she had seen of a vehicle were her homeland's artillery trucks that would constantly raid and kill the indigenous and peasants on a common basis. On foot, Alejandra had crossed the Mexican border with her family, never then owning a car until she and her siblings earned enough money to afford one. Due to her then inexperience, she'd hire others to drive for her in fear she'd hurt herself. "One of these days..." she murmured in dissatisfaction.</s>	<\|message\|>Randy Jones When Randy appeared in the street-side parking lot, in front of the vintage car, he took one glance and sighed in appreciation. "1939 Pierce-Arrow. Good choice. Was commissioned to men of wealth and taste. Quite roomy as well, for cars of its' time. I almost wish you hadn't picked it, Charlie. I'm not a burglar, ya know, so I'mma have to go the direct route to open the car." Still a bit down about what he had to do, Randy looked around for a suitable tool, and finding a chunk of concrete the size of his fist, hefted it. "I'm sorry, you beautiful, beautiful vehicle. I didn't want to do this." Smashing the chunk of concrete into the window, Randy looked away, covering his face with his other hand as glass shards flew towards him. Dropping the chunk of concrete, Randy reached through the now-broken pane of glass, and unlocked the door from the inside. Opening the door, Randy cringed as the glass crunched underfoot. Sitting in the front seat, Randy removed the panel under the steering column, and working quickly, before anyone nearby could investigate the sound of shattering glass, Randy hotwired the classic car, driving off in a peal of rubber, surprised at the get-up-and-go the classic car had. Owner must've replaced the engine. Wind blowing through his hair, Randy drove off towards his objective.</s>
<\|description\|>Alain Reemont "Oh, u...um...are you t...talking to me?" Pokemon: Yveltal Gender: Male Age: 18 Hometown: Nowhere. He cant even remember where he was born. Level: 38 Ability: Dark Aura Moves: Oblivion Wing Hurricane Steel Wing Double Team Air Slash Legendary powers: Alain is capable of draining the life force of anything he touches, and is able to drain from a distance of fifteen meters, although this is much slower. Said draining can result in nourishment for him, which is useful for his time on the street. Despite his scrawny build, he is incredibly fast, preferring to dodge attacks rather than tank them. Should he drain something dry, he can gain access to some of their memories, although he has only ever drained a human once. Held item: Life Orb Personality: Alain is arguably one of the kindest and most cheerful people you could ever meet. Despite his awful life, he just cant bear the thought of hurting people unnecessarily and always feels a little guilty using his power, even when it is on plants. However, he is not soft in any way, and if he will viciously attack if someone is being threatened by someone unpleasant. Thanks to his life on the street, he has had very little interation with other people, and as a result has no social skills. Especially when he is talking to women. When talking to people, he has a habit of stuttering. Although he is a good artist, he is incapable of making a career out of it due to aforementioned lack of social skills. He generally just gives his paintings away for free. Although he is usually quiet, he does have a habit of calling his attacks. Backstory: Born as the to the heir of an important family and one of their maids, his mother was fired the moment she became pregnant, causing her to lose her home. Therefore, he was raised in various abandoned buildings and alleyways. When he was eleven, she died of a unspecified illness, leaving him alone and frightened. He spent the next four years surviving on his own, coming close to starving many times and attempting to avoid trouble whenever he could. When he was fifteen, he met a scyther who had been abandoned by its trainer, and like Alain, he was slowly starving. The scyther became his only friend, with him naming it "Exo" A few days later, him and Exo came across a old man close to death from the cold and wet. Out of simple kindness, Alain decided to stay with him in his last hours, as simply moving him would be fatal. During this time, Arceus looked for humans to partner with legendary pokemon, and noticed the young boy who had lost almost everything that had ever mattered to him. Alain fell unconcious. When he woke up, he felt the power of destruction flowing through his now changed body. He was shocked, horrified even. But he turned, and saw the old man close to death. With his newfound powers, he eased his passing, draining the last of his life force. Feeling invogerated, he was determined to use his new powers to help people in any way he could. SInce then, he has attempted to change his life. He often likes to paint, although he has had little luck in selling his paintings. Nickname: Exo Species: Scyther Gender: Male Level: 33 Ability: Technician Moves: Swords Dance Fury Cutter Slash Agility Held item: Choice Band</s> <\|message\|>Rebeca Firmen To say that Rebeca was "slightly perturbed" at having a Pokemon land in her food, splattering the deliciously spicy sauce around the table, would be an understatement. To her credit, however, she remained surprisingly calm. Instead, she reached up and wiped off the droplets that had landed on her face with a finger, taking the time to suck the digit clean. As the other Avatars conversed, Rebeca continued to finish her meal in silence, eating slowly and methodically. Mihkail watched her warily, for it was not like his sister to take such an interruption so well. He suspected the only thing keeping her there at all was the food. So, he kept waiting for the other stone to drop. When Rebeca was finished, she calmly stood up and headed towards the bathroom, pausing twice; once to make a short, melodic whistling sound that sent Maya scurrying from Kaze's lap and onto Mikhail's back, and again when she saw the staff of the restaurant peering fearfully from the kitchen door. She made a series of hand signals, pointing first to herself, then the now shattered wreck of a door, miming eating, and ending with a closing motion. The meaning was quite clear: I'm leaving. Box up the rest of my food. Inside the bathroom, she washed her hands in silence, took a brief moment to check and see if any of the sauce had landed in her hair, then returned to the main ballroom. She very calmly walked up behind Lucas, laid her hand on his shoulder, spun him around, and drove her fist into his stomach with a not inconsiderable amount of force. The whooshing sound of his lungs being emptied of air was rather satisfying to her, and it was a very good thing that he hadn't had much to eat recently, otherwise his lungs wouldn't be the only thing that was being emptied. Holding him up, she gripped his hair with one hand so that it was certain that he was looking at her, and with a very calm and reasonable voice, said, "Your sense of peace sucks, and you owe me dinner. It WILL be spicy, and you WILL share it with me." Releasing him, she turned and headed towards the kitchen, where the red-headed waitress from before was standing, trembling and holding a plastic-wrapped box in her hands. Taking the box from her, Rebeca gave a slight bow. "Thank you. The food was excellent." With that, she departed from the restaurant, Mihkail and Maya following her. Outside, Mihkail gave a short snort. The sucker punch was a little unnecessary. But oh so deserved. True.</s> <\|message\|>Alain Reemont Alain nearly fell off his chair when the hoopa avatar appeared, much to the amusement of Exo, who had buzzed through the door with a mixture of confusion and irritation on his face. The crystals had at least done their job for a while, he supposed he couldnt complain about that. The scyther sat near him, watching the argument unfold with a glint in his eye. Alain was desperately wondering if he should step in, but what could he do? He was just useless... Exo looked at him. "Use the drain. Make them too tired to want to argue. Alain was about to retort back, but then realized that Exo was right. Two avatars fighting wouldn't do much good for the establishment, and after the restaurant had been so kind to give him his food...which he realized that he had eaten in less than two minutes. Eating with his mouth had come back to him so easily. He moved his hand to the side like a wave. It was such a simple gesture, no one would notice, but he felt his power reach out to the Hoopa and the Groudon avatars. He deliberately made it weak, to prevent any lasting damage or even current harm. In a minute or three, the two avatars would start to get a little drowsy... He would just have to wait, he thought, putting his plate on the floor for exo to finish up.</s> <\|message\|>Wells Windforce Moments after Wells' failed attempt to get attention, another avatar broke down the door and smacked Porygon into the "extremely hot" girl's dinner. The mighty sauce spilled off her plate, and onto the mayor's tongue. His limitless force of will meant that he remained calm, even as his face turned redder by the second. A new avatar, judging by the way that he sat next to the other ones, moved the Porygon next to Justine. The "extremely hot" girl started moving out of the restaurant, throwing a mighty punch into the vandalist avatar's stomach. The new avatar wore blue and white clothes. And the "extremely hot" woman somehow seemed to be his rival... just like Groudon and Kyogre! Meaning that all three of them had already met... The Kyogre that smashed the doors into the establishment seemed like he wanted a fight. That had to be the reason behind his dramatic entrance; he wanted to quickly inform Groudon that she would get smashed. Wells decided to indulge him - and give him a bit of a surprise gift. So, Wells feigned relaxation, as he prepared to shake his hand. "Now, now... it seems like yet another rude entrance today! People have no manners... so, it behooves me to be the better man. Mistakes cannot be undone, but they can be forgiven. And I'm certain that this fellow won't make the same error again." Welsl outstretched his hand, looking at it to hide the sparks in his eyes. Fluke stopped creating sparks in his hands, as he concentrated on preparing to unleash his inner energy. Wells hoped that "Kyogre" wanted to greet the final member of his legendary trio.</s> <\|message\|>Tantalus Swain The next few moments passed without any major events, except Rebeca making moves to leave. Getting cleaned up, she walked straight over to the newest arrival on her way out of the now-missing doors. Tantalus's breath caught in his throat as Rebeca delivered a well-deserved punch to the man, and then proceeded to walk on by as if nothing had happened. It was impressive. It was at that moment he decided his next course of action. He too began to gather his things to leave, packing away his glasses neatly into the knapsack on his waist. After thanking the Mayor and Justine for the night they had delivered - most of it, at least - Tantalus approached Seras. "Tonight has been rather eventful, if for all the wrong reasons, my dear. I must say, your antics with the scepter were inspired, truly. It is time for me to head off, however, should you wish to meet at a later date to continue our discussion, feel free to call on me. It shouldn't be difficult to find me in this city, but in case Wells holds you up, I'll leave you my number." With an elaborated formal bow, he bade farewell, gesturing for his Mawile to follow suit. Tantalus approached Kaze next, and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I wished to speak with you a moment before leaving our suare. Our powers may be different, but the burden we carry is the same." Mouth twisting into a solemn smile, he lowered his voice substantially. "We heal others, be it wounds or toxins. Having the lives of people rest on your shoulders can be harrowing, I know, so should you ever need advice, a friend to talk to or a shoulder to cry on, don't hesitate to let me know.Here is my number." Producing a small piece of paper from his pocket, he placed it on the table in front of Kaze. "Our ilk have an empathy no others can understand." Tantalus removed his hand. "For there is no greater pain to bear than failing to save someone. Farewell, Kaze." Offering the same bow as he did to Seras, Tantalus began walking towards the opening in the wall. As he approached, the Avatar from outside the restaurant earlier was speaking to Lugia. A snippet of that conversation slipped past his ears. "Now, now... it seems like yet another rude entrance today! People have no manners... so, it behooves me to be the better man. Mistakes cannot be undone, but they can be forgiven. And I'm certain that this fellow won't make the same error again." It took several seconds for his brain to process the hypocrisy, and when it did, naturally, Tantalus burst into laughter. "Well, now. One would hope your new friend has more sense than you do, if he is to actually learn from his mistakes." A dark smile crept across his lips. "I have counted a total of four entrances which have been made in bad taste, over the course of the night, but the only one to have managed to pull of two such incidents was you. Of course, the lack of introductions on your part was an introduction in itself. I know everything I need to know about you, and can conclude that you are simply not worth knowing." He had continued to walk forward, speaking to the man all-the-while, stopping only when he had finished, and making sure no-one still inside would hear him. Standing several feet away from the man, he looked over his shoulder. "I will not be called a hypocrite, however, so I will rise above the plebeians and be the… better man, was it? My name is Tantalus, and I represent Xerneas, the embodiment of life." Focusing on the road ahead, he began to walk once more. "Do try to remember it, you'll be quizzed on it later." Leaving the conversation there, Tantalus vanished down one of the many streets leading into the city proper. It might have been late, but there was still a surprising amount of people around. Now then, my dear Apate. Let us go and catch a Groudon. The two of them rushed forward, hoping that their quarry would be easy to find.</s>	<\|message\|>Alain Reemont Alain kept his life drain on as the argument continued, slowly coming to realize that it wasn't working on the groudon avatar. He wondered if the food she was eating was cancelling out the drain. Raising his hand slightly, he considered upping the drain speed, before realizing that it might hurt. He didn't want that to happen... Suddenly, the Groudon avatar got up and left, solving Alain's dilemma for him. Breathing a sigh of relief, he tried to make himself comfortable again, making sure to deactivate the drain field first. As he sat there, he realized he was beginning to feel a little...odd. He bent over double for a moment, his hand on his stomach. What was this feeling? Why on earth would he feel it now, when he was in a good mood... Exo watched him for a moment. You know, we should have thought this through. When was the last time you ate...anything?, let alone stuff this rich. Alain turned to him. Now his insides were really starting to feel...bad. "What do you mean by that? Are you saying that..." "Yep. You might want to find a bathroom." Excusing himself with a few stutters and apologies, Alain hurried away from the table, trying not to show the pain he was in. He rushed through a door, then another one. Then another one. "Where is the bathroom!?!?" As he ran around, he noticed a bowl of fruit on a shelf. Grabbing an apple, he drained it in less than a second. It made him feel a little better, but it would only hold the pain back for the next ten minutes or so. Unless he found some other food to drain. He ran to another door and...found himself outside. Another wrong turn. He would have smacked his head against a wall out of sheer frustration if he hadn't noticed a figure a short distance away, and realized, to his more than mild horror, that it was the Groudon avatar. He hadn't quite realized why she left, and despite his earlier predicament, he couldn't help asking her. "Is...are...you alright? I don't know if they are serving anything after the dinner...you might want to go back, er....for it. You know, if there is anything...which there might be for all i know..."</s>
<\|description\|>Asad Dumas Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Future Specialization: Blade Master (Weapon caller specializing in sword type summons.) Summon(s) appearance: Lowest-grade Ice Elemental "Eira" Backstory: Born into a war-torn country, Asad knew conflict at a young age. When he was just barely starting to walk, his parents became casualties to that war and he conscripted to fight in it as a child soldier. While other children learned how to read and write, Asad learned how to strip rifles and the best ways to immobilize and opponent with a knife. Summons were not uncommon to see in his profession, with rouge summoners practically flooding the mercenary market. The militia he was apart of had the misfortune of coming toe-to-toe with one such merc summoner, a woman who was only known as "Medusa", and they were wiped out almost instantly. While his superiors ran and struggled against the mercenary woman, Asad so conditioned and depressed, took her head on with no hope of surviving the encounter. To his surprise to woman spared him, instead claiming to see the summoning potential in him. Medusa took Asad under her wing and raised him teaching him how to better defend himself, how to become a good summoner, as well as all the things he missed during his time as a child soldier. When he became old enough, without so much as a word, Medusa dropped him at a place to have his aptitude tested and left. Bio: Despite his past and upbringing, Asad is a very cheery, optimistic kind of guy. In many aspects of life he comes off as aloof or flippant.He can even a tad overbearing and protective constantly worrying about other people and telling them "not to push themselves." causing him to come off like an annoying older brother to other people especially kids younger then him. However when given an objective to complete he becomes completely and utterly devoted to carrying it out, especially if combat-oriented. This causes him to only focus on his target and disregard risk in the process. He's also pretty hard to anger usually taking any criticism lodged at himself with a laugh, however he becomes violently angry if someone disrespects or hurts someone close to him. Other: Summoner's Rule -Fond of children -Tends to call people "Kid" a lot. Even if they're older -Doesn't like to talk about his past and is cryptic when asked about it -His body is covered in various scars as well as a snake tattoo along his left arm that ends at the top of his shoulder. He gets happy when people ask about it.</s> <\|message\|>Avary Muse When the teacher said they could stop, Avary practically fell over in relief, and exhaustion, mostly exhaustion. When he told them to go into a meditation position Avary gladly complied and visualized his little ice wolf, and the adorable sounds of the little pups barking sounded from behind him. "Hey buddy," Avary said mentally to his familiar, "Wish you were here to cool me off."</s> <\|message\|>Lazzerus "Laz" Zale Lazzerus was going strong going at a slower pace then Charles to keep up. Sure Lazzerus was in shape but not for 10 miles of running. When Koga called all the students back he was relieved, after being introduced to the rock golem Reginald they were going to begin summoning the channeled forms of their summons. Lazzerus sat and meditated coming in contact with his summons, "Hello Lazzerus, how are you feeling" Rajin said telepathically. "....I'm fine...just a little tired" Lazzerus replied. ""how...how are you feeling" Lazzerus asked. "I am well thank you for asking" it feel into awkward silence, Lazzerus didn't know what to say he just sat there meditating. "you don't speak much huh" Rajin said. "..yeah".!"I know your past Lazzerus, don't worry I know you not comfortable with making friends but I am gonna be around for your entire life so don't be afraid to communicate with me". Lazzerus paused, he knew that Rajin was right, they are combined as one until death do them part. ""alright Rajin, ill..open up a bit to you. Lazzerus replied.</s> <\|message\|>Avarius Elthandeir When no one replied to his questions he was quite disappointed. Avarius would have had no trouble with the ten miles, should he have stayed on course. Back at his homestead on the farmland the nearest thing resembling a shop was just over six miles away and he could, and often would make it there in under two hours, especially when he was excited. His families naturalist lifestyle and ideals meant he was never close to anything and quickly got used to long walks and runs. Another thing he got used to was daily meditation. Avarius was so adept at clearing his mind he did it frequent and often. Even as he stood still before the charging golem he found a still calmness in meditation that avoided his body from being overcome by instinct and fear. 'Are there evil summons or just evil summoner's?' was the thought running through Avarius's mind. 'This is not how you find out!' replied the concerned voice of Iju. Avey was startled by the voice but at the same time slightly relieved as the golem came upon him and hesitated. He saw the confusion on its face. 'see Iju, I'm ok. I will not allow myself to be coerced into' SMACK! his conversation fell short as the golem got its confirmation and Avarius was suddenly struck by heavy solid stone. Pain radiated through his body, layers of shock diluted and numbed most of it. His ears rung as the world was spinning and fading away, he felt like he was flying. Next he would awaken in the med bay once again. Unaware of how much time had passed. Mass bruising covering most of his right side. A broken collar bone and a perforated ear drum.</s> <\|message\|>Charles McCloud Light @Blueflame As Avarius has been to before the medical room would see to have a couple of students in it including Dante, Avarius would notice what looked like a young girl in a nurse outfit holding Dante's hand as his bruises was vanishing from sight, his broken bone slipping back into proper position and mending rapidly. Avarius would then notice a similar girl at each one of the beds with other students from other classes, though each one was slightly different in appearance.. there was even one next to him holding his hand as his injuries was vanishing as if they never happened. A man would be sitting on a stool near front of the room reading a magazine wearing a doctor's labcoat he would seem to be just relaxing and seeming to just trying to find a way to pass the time.</s> <\|message\|>Drake Sigurd. I would slowly rise to my feet, groaning and holding my head. I was disoriented and had no idea how long I was out, but it seems I at least was out long enough to stop panting from exhaustion. I looked to the rest of the class and the golem that had stopped, seeing as it was close to crushing me had it didn't. I would slowly move back a bit frightened.</s> <\|message\|>Avarius Elthandeir Avarius was in slight awe at the magic he just witnessed, of course stories had been told of it but he always imagined them to be over exaggerations. But there it was, undeniably, in all it's glory, right in front of him. It took his mind away from the terrible pain radiating through his body. Amazed at the speed and proficiency of the magic, and at the ease in which the nurses performed it, Avey failed to notice a nurse approach him from the side and slip the smooth gentle warm skin of her hand delicately around his. Startled by her touch he jumped slightly in his bed, this was followed by a yelp of pain as his body disagreed with the motion. With gritted teeth and blushing red cheeks he looked at the cute young girl beside him as she started to do her thing. There was a soft tingling in his hand that slowly spread up his arm and throughout his body. He felt slightly dizzy and elated at the same time as a numbness washed away his pain just before his bruises vanished from his skin and his bones mended back in place. It should have been painful, it wasn't, but it still sounded and looked horrifying. A sweet taste filled his mouth and he could feel the experience coming to an end. As the girl released his hand a huge breath escaped his lungs along with all the sensations her touch had brought. He was left with but a dull ache in place of the once excruciating pain. He decided to quell the doctors boredom and his own curiosity with one strike. "How do they do that? How can I learn to do that?" He asks with a fierce eager determination.</s> <\|message\|>Charles McCloud Light The man would lower his magazine and look towards Avarius with a raised brow "you could never do what they can do" he states "Because their not humans like us" he says as the one who was healing avarius walks away from him and back to the man's side, a halo would appear above the girls head as well as white beautiful wings sprout from her back. "These are angels, they have many holy related abilities including healing, they are also my summons" he states "it was why I was appointed the doctor of this entire academy" he says "I take it you noticed how fast you was being healed, this is why the school has it's open policy, we can fix pretty much anything the teachers break, so they are given full rein to put sense into the students by any means they desire" he states "Koga may go to the extreme sometimes, but even when he has to punish his still helping you" he states "think about it.. Muscles tear themselves apart when used, and reform when resting to become even stronger than before... some people purposely break their own knuckles against brick walls, allow it to heal and their bones become stronger for it" he states "Even if you are an idiot and don't follow his lesson, which is less painful and probably the better choice, you are still being prepared for the future"</s> <\|message\|>Avarius Elthandeir A shocked look steals his face as he focuses on the angel that just healed him. "You, you're an angel!" He exclaims excitedly, rubbing his eyes. He then proceeds to politely ask "Whats your name?" Avarius ponders for a moment then twists his gaze back to the man. "Can anyone summon angels? Could you teach me to summon angels!? Pleeeeeeaaase!"</s> <\|message\|>Charles McCloud Light The doctor would raise an eyebrow "don't you know it's incredibly impolite to ask a summon it's name if it's not making a contract with you?" he asks "and I can't simply teach you how to summon angels for multiple reasons" he states "One being it's not yet time for you to learn anything besides the one elemental summon you have probably already obtained by now, and two what you summon afterwards when your allowed is determined on what you plan to specialize in" he states "what is your plan?" he asks</s> <\|message\|>Charles McCloud North @Framing A Moose @Overlord24 @pkken @Drakeonis @dragonmancer @tathgon Koga would watch them for a bit waiting to see them connect "After you have contacted them, remember the feeling at the end of the ritual where your powers connected, remember that feeling and focus on your summon's power, then pull it into yourself. If your summon has any right mind it will assist you in doing this" he states "once you do this point your palm into the air and concentrate the power and expel it out of your hand straight up into the air" he states "it will do the rest" he says. "this is only the basic of channeling your summon"</s> <\|message\|>Avary Muse Avary listened, and concentrated on the ice wolf's power and lifted his palm into the air, and felt power come into him.</s> <\|message\|>Avarius Elthandeir "Angie" he says to the angel with a big smile, ignoring the doc's comment about names. Avarius addresses the angel that healed him. "I will call you Angie then, thank you very much for your aid, it is a wonderful gift you have and I feel great now." He proceeds to roll his shoulder both testing and demonstrating its condition. Before turning back to the doc he gives a grateful nod to the summon. Avarius had only been here for a few hours and already he grew tiresome of the rules and boundaries. He had never much liked the school-like structure. There was little room for freedom, creativity or growth. Once again for the many-ith time today someone tried to confine his interests and label and categorise what he would become. -'Pick and choose, what will you summon, What will you specialise in, what is your plan,'- ... Defiantly, full of heart he replies. "My plan is to become the greatest summoner ever! I will specialise in forming bonds of freedom and mutual benefits. I'll show the world that summons are not just tools."</s> <\|message\|>Charles McCloud Light The doctor would get annoyed at first being ignored then when he heard his plan he shook his head "you can go home now" he says to the angel and she vanishes then he looks at Avarius "your an idiot.. do you see summoners treating their summons like tools?" he asks "most summoners treat them like family.. if the summon doesn't want to do something they can simply not do it" he states "we don't control their actions" he shakes his head "if that's your plan for the future you better just leave the school right now and head home" he states "we specialize in order to improve ourselves, you can't draw on your full power if you don't choose a type of category to focus on" he states "you wont even be a 10th grade summoner if you don't specialize in something" he shakes his head "like I specialize in heaven and hell" he states "I'm a 3rd grade summoner, the head master is a 1st grade summoner who could level this entire place in a blink of an eye of he wanted to" he says. "your future strength all depends on your choices at this school, what you choose to specialize in, how much do you specialize into it" he states shaking his head "not to mention your future standing to the government.. incase you didn't know, if you prove to be useless entirely, and can't even do simple tasks for the world, your summoning powers will be sealed and taken away from you" he states "you'll never be able to summon again" he shakes his head "unless you plan to become and illegal summoner, and fight the government and have probably most of your old class mates coming for your behind"</s>	<\|message\|>Asad Dumas Asad had no trouble during the marathon against the golem. Such exercises were practically the norm for him during his training under Medusa. Unfortunately meditation was out of his skill set, he could fill Eira faintly but couldn't seem to connect to her no matter how hard he concentrated on her. He scowled a bit when Koga said they should be ready to expel their summons power. That meant he was falling behind. "Snowflake, I could really use your help right now..." He muttered under his breath hoping Eira would somehow hear him. "I'm hopeless at this kind of thing so I need you to pick up my slack, Kiddo."</s>
<\|description\|>Geo Stelar Age: 11 Gender: Male As Geo Stelar: As Mega Man: Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon Universe of Origin: Mega Man Star Force Personality: Geo is a polite, positive, and friendly boy that likes to form bonds wherever he goes. He's optimistic and believes there's always a light at the end of the tunnel, even if he has to forge the way to it himself. His spirit has been crushed a few times before due to losing people important to him, but his resolve is all the more stronger nowadays because of it. He'll fight for what's right and throw himself in harm's way if it means keeping other's safe. He'll even offer his help out to strangers who are having troubles. He doesn't do it for attention, however, since being very popular actually flusters him, he does it because honestly just wants to help. For all his sense of justice, he's not adverse to friendly sparring, and finds some enjoyment in being competitive in that regard. Abilities/Weapons: * Hunter-VG: Basically Geo's super future phone. He attaches it to his arm to perform… * EM Wave Change: Allows him to fuse with Omega-Xis, provided he spouts the line, "Transcode, Mega Man." * Visualizer: His funny pair of glasses. Lets him see EM waves and beings in exchange for being able to see anyone made of flesh and blood (he can still see their shadows, though). As Mega Man, it lets him lock onto targets and focus better on them. * Mega Attack: As Mega Man, Geo can rush into locked on targets to hit them with a melee attack. * Mega Arm: That device on his left arm. It can change into and produce a variety of weapons provided Geo has a Battle Card for it. * Mega Buster: The Mega Man standard energy buster. It's a rapid fire buster, but if left unused for a short amount of time, it automatically charges one strong shot. * Wave-Toss Device: Mega Man's shoulder pads. It's really a sensor that lets him send and receive EM wave-based information across short distances. * Shield: As Mega Man, Geo can produce a strong shield that can defend against most attacks. * Resist Hypnosis: As Mega Man, he's immune to being hypnotized. Geo Stelar, the squishy 11 year old kid is still completely vulnerable to hypnosis, though. Backstory: Geo grew up a happy kid with two parents. He looked up to his father the most and aspired to be an astronaut like him. When he was 8, however, his father and his team went missing in an expedition to make first contact and peace with aliens. It depressed him greatly and he withdrew entirely for three years until Omega-Xis crashed out of space while he was star-gazing. Meeting Omega-Xis helped to bring him out of his shell, and their formation as Mega Man also forced Geo into action as a protector of Earth from any threats in their everyday life. Geo undergoes many developments over his time with Omega-Xis, such as recovering from his depressed state and coming to enjoy life again with the friends he's made. Additionally, all the antics he goes through with protecting the Earth make Mega Man something of a pop icon, ultimately culminating in his joining of the global defense force as an official defender of peace. In recent times, he's stopped a large meteor from crashing into Earth, saving it again for the third time at the expense of his secret identity. Faction: UMMA Name: Omega-Xis or "Mega" Age: Unknown, probably an adult in alien years Gender: Male Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon Universe of Origin: Mega Man Star Force Personality: Brash, loud, and headstrong describe Omega-Xis to a T. If Geo wasn't there to keep him in line, he'd probably be picking fights and getting in everyone's face, in addition to making hasty or rash plans. On the topic of fighting, he's no stickler to hitting below the figurative alien belt and playing dirty. He also doesn't exactly see eye-to-eye with Geo's willingness to help with random strangers, but he goes along with it anyway. On the flipside, larger threats are things that Mega is more than willing to lend his aid to. He's not without a lighter side, however, as likes to mess around with others and play pranks on them and enjoys using detective terms to refer to things. Abilities/Weapons: * Wizard: Not in the sense of a ~magic~ wizard, but in the sense that he's a digital helper with a physical form. He can make himself physical and visible to others through Geo's Hunter-VG, or stay put in it to act as a voice in a screen. * EM Wave Change: Provided he and Geo are in sync with each other, they can transform into the EM wave hero, Mega Man. * Wave Conversion: Unique to his species, Omega-Xis can convert a human being into EM-waves. He hasn't tried it on nonhumans, and it's unknown if they can return to normal. * Resist Hypnosis: As an EM Being, Omega-Xis is immune to hypnosis. * Beast Swing/Slap: Basically just a really hard swing of his claws. But it's a tough swing that will leave a mark! * Huge Stomach: On multiple occasions, Omega-Xis can be used to swallow up some of the battlefield to close the distance on the enemy. In one specific instance, he swallowed an ancient artifact of immense power whole. (That was later taken out, though.) Backstory: Omega-Xis is an alien comprised of electromagnetic waves from the planet AM. For most of his life, however, he lived on its neighbor planet FM. Due to a miscommunication of what Geo's father and his team's purpose was for reaching out to alien life, their destruction, along with Earth, was ordered. Omega-Xis opposed this and kept the team from dying by changing them into EM-waves. Following this, he stole the key to FM's planet-destroying weapon and fled to Earth to hide and seek refuge. There he met Geo and convinced him into letting him stay with him by withholding information on his father. From that point, he wrapped Geo up in his conflict with the rest of planet FM, ultimately becoming good friends by the end of it and resolving the entire matter. Faction: UMMA</s> <\|message\|>Misaka Mikoto Misaka Mikoto--Pensee Though the travel was disorienting, it wasn't quite the worst thing she'd ever had to experience, and unlike the bikini-wearing girl that went through before her she had a child providing a little bonus stability. The town they'd arrived to looked a lot more familiar than the desert ruins did, but only from similarity to the School Garden Tokiwadai was situated in. Even then, this place was a lot more authentically old, and had none of the technology. Being here was making the girl happy, though. The girl who, the Railgun now realised, they hadn't asked for her name even after all the fighting was over. "Really? I'm glad. Also... can you tell us your name?" --- Kerri--Foecrusher The blackguard caught the carelessly tossed explosives, handing them with some care to a grunt that would probaby have a better success rate with the device than a technologically-backwards swordswoman would. That the Ork refused to listen to others was annoying, but the warning had been given. It was simply a matter of making sure that as few soldiers as possible were diverted to his foolish plan of attack. "I, in these circumstances, advocate a frontal attack due to the nature of our enemy, with minimal splitting of our forces. I can subjugate or daze the dead, and defeating them from there would be a simple task. This also poses no risk to our target."</s> <\|message\|>Jericus "Ing" Ignace veteran of the 233rd voltage regiment Jericus "Ing" Ignace- Pensee The guardsman looked around at town "Throne damit we are on a medieval world I don't think there a space port on this planet." he said. The guardsman was relived that they made it through the portal safety without a gellar field. He was glade that daemon didn't do any horrible things to them as they crossed. Ignace walked up to one of the villagers "Excuse me citizen can you direct us to the nearest PDF outpost?" he asked to the nearest villager. Argon Charr Shadow Eternity Vessel Foecrusher Argon remained quite as his fellow agents augured among them selves over there plan of attack. "I agree with our swordwoman here that our best shot is a frontal attack on the castle." The mandalorian guested to the boxes of explosives behind were he was sitting. "I brought along a box of thermal detonators and it would be a shame if they were not used."</s> <\|message\|>Kanji Tatsumi Kanji, Museum world "My name is Kanji and I am from a small town in Japan called Inaba." Kaji glances back and watches the fire. "Man, that is not cool." He turns back to watch Cinder get in the cell and the other members of UMMA members that showed up. Cinders remark as she entered he cell rubbed Kanji the wrong way. "You better shut up before I go over there and deck you! I just met you and I'm already sick of your shit!"</s> <\|message\|>Refers to himself as 'Jack' Jack - Castle Tepes Jack was in complete agreement with the various plans laid out in defense of the Eye from Shadow Eternity forces. Noticing many were preparing to take their respective places in guarding, Jack stepped over to stand directly in front of the doorway to the eye, facing down the hall. He sat down into a meditative position, with his sword placed within arms reach, and used the the time of waiting to rest, and reflect on recent events. Jack found he was still quite amazed at all there was in the multiverse, and that he still had much to learn about the common sights and interactions within. Jack also contemplated fully siding with the UMMA, seeing it could be of great benefit in both finding the way back to his own time, and having aide in the inevitable battle with Aku when he returns. Despite the importance of the thoughts, Jack eventually found himself drifting into a very light sleep, still ready to spring into action at a moments notice.</s> <\|message\|>Aegis Aegis- Castle Tepes @blackmist16 @VitaVitaAR The fox - no, Tails - flew up to Aegis and began rambling a little bit about a gem that apparently he and Shivani were looking for. He listened politely, silently, until the boy brought up the suggestion of taking the gem for himself. He reasoned that the two of them must only have been together very briefly, for Tails' words surprised Aegis with the lack of affinity and companionship the boy's tone had regarding Shivani. Aegis noticed Shivani move as if she was to turn around like she had heard. He sighed internally - she probably did not trust him or Tails anymore. As she seemed ready to speak, however, a vampiric child suddenly appeared in front of them. The girl approached them, cautiously but with an air of authority that Aegis knew must have meant she was the ruler of this castle. Pausing for a moment to observe the three of them, the woman then proceeded to address them. "You seem to be lost, if you're in my castle without my consent," the child vampire began, slowly approaching, "I can hardly imagine what put you here without my awareness." Tails immediately began to apologize to the girl, and Aegis took the moment to carefully pick his words. He couldn't bring up the circumstances that brought him there. There are not many topics that make a conversation somewhat concerning like "Hey, I just got exiled," does. Shivani moved forward and began to speak. She also apologized, but then Aegis became extremely interested in what she was saying. Shivani told the vampiric child that there was a gem in the castle, and that men were going after it. The nature and origin of these men, Shivani declined to mention. However, Aegis said nothing as Shivani finished her explanation and prepared himself to speak. Bowing slightly in a gesture of respect, not rising fully from such position did Aegis begin to introduce himself to the ruler apparent of the castle. "My sincere apologies, my Lady. What the others speak of is true, I can attest. Though I am most likely the last of us to have arrived in your domain, I can assure you none of us have any ill intentions." He waved his right hand, and his Keyblade instantly disappeared from his left and materialized in his right hand. He held the blade from the edge, for it could not cut its owner, and extended the handle towards the girl. "This is a Keyblade. It can detect the darkness in those around it. Please touch it and it will allow you to feel our natures. We mean you no harm." The Keyblade had been feeling pleasantly warm since Aegis had encountered the other two. Fortunately for him, it could only detect and transmit from other's hearts and not his own. He walked a path between dawn and dusk, and preferred to only let his actions show his intents. Whether the girl accepted this token gesture or not, Aegis hoped to be able to explore the castle with the others. Having been sent here, he was convinced that there was some higher purpose for him here. Plus, he remembered that because Shivani had a very refined looking pair of daggers he sensed she had on the ready at all times, and decided he would simply attempt to reassure her of his trustworthiness. The fox seemed extremely friendly, but he hardly wanted to have a friend become an enemy over miscommunication. Still in his bowing postion, he held the blade out steadily to the girl, raising his head just enough to make eye contact and show a smile of friendliness.</s>	<\|message\|>Geo Stelar Geo and Omega-Xis - Castle Tepes Seeing as Gintoki seemed all clear with his orders, Geo walked over to him and gestured to outside the chamber. "Let's, uh, get going then? Scope out some more of the castle?" he asked the older man, "Or we can just wait around until something happens if you want." Geo caught how resigned his tone was to going along with him in the end. He couldn't help but wonder what exactly he personally did to catch his disdain. Maybe it's because he was a kid? Did he make an off comment prior to leaving for the castle? Perhaps he would rather just have his own solitude... Well, whatever it was, Geo was determined to make as good an impression as he could. If just laying off him in general was the way to go, well, he guessed that's what he was gonna do then. Omega-Xis didn't seem as keen to lighten up his attitude as Geo and approached Gintoki with his usual amount of gusto. "Looks like you're stuck with us in the end!" he told the man. He wondered how much fun he could have just bugging this guy until some action showed itself.</s>
<\|description\|>Victoria Volz Codename: Virginia Gender: Female Age: 31 Implanted A.I.: Gamma - Increases Pain threshold and increases muscle strength and flexibility for more complex movements. Gamma causes the user to become more aware of others and study how they act. Armor Ability: Chameleon armor (Change armor Color plus Active Camouflage) Appearance: Out of armor, In armor, but black on black Personality: Due to her years of isolation from living on the streets, she was forced to live a predatory lifestyle. She used her cute appearance to prey on the emotions of others. She would learn to become a master of stealth to survive. She is incapable of feeling remorse or guilt. She is cunning and manipulative, she knows the difference but right and wrong but dismiss that they apply to her. She is incapable of normal emotions; she reacts without considering the consequences. She is extremely egocentric and narcissistic. Since she has no real emotions, she developed her own personality throughout her life by mimicking those around her. Her inability to control inappropriate outburst of anger and hostility often results disassociation with friends and family. This in itself is filtered by the psychopath into a justification process for more aggressive behavior. Since she is incapable of gauging when her actions are being perceived as dishonest, deceitful, or dangerous, she fails to accept that there are consequences for her actions. History: Victoria lived on the streets for years, as a child she could acquire food & shelter easily by being cute as she grew up that stopped being an option. Then the gangs moved in, she wanted no part of the gang lifestyle, as she would have been nothing more than a sex slave that they may have pimped out. She didn't have the means to fight them so she had to learn to hide from them. She became very good at sneaking around, she eventually learned to apply that skill to breaking and entering. Eventually she was caught; a marine who was forced out of service took her in and helped her get her life together. Shortly before Victoria turned eighteen her benefactor died, when she turned eighteen she joined the UNSC Marine Corps just like her benefactor. Her skills were put to good use infiltrating and eliminating Innie leaders who wanted to continue their pointless crusade of stupidity and ignorance all the while the Covenant were trying to exterminate humanity. Her last mission fighting the Innie morons was cut short when the Covenant invaded. She barely made it off world before Covenant glassed the planet, though she survived the glassing of the planet she was left blinded. Both eyes were replaced with ocular implants. After that ONI conscripted her to put her talents to use in gathering intelligence on the Covenant. After many years of fighting the Covenant she was conscripted once more by Project Freelancer. Weapon Loadout: Primary: Dual M7S Submachine Gun (built in suppressor) Secondary: MA5B Individual Combat Weapon System (suppressed) with underslung shotgun Kukri (knife) Fighting Style: She is an assassin; she strikes however she can, be it blowing up an entire base to kill one person, to poisoning all the food in a restaurant to kill one man, she doesn't care how many die as long as her target dies. She will kill the target however her superiors instruct, if no instructions are given then she chooses whatever way amuses her most at that particular time. One time she was sent after a professional boxer who was financing the Innies, since she was given no instructions she decided to humiliate him by beating him to death in the ring. On the rare occasions she works with others she prefers to put down all enemies as if they were a rapid dog. The last time someone counted the number of dead by her hands twenty were intended targets over a hundred bystanders not all were enemies of the UNSC some were just ordinary civilians in the wrong place at the wrong time. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Captain Kerry Shawcross As the busty hologramatic temptress flitted around the much younger looking AI Georgia noticed the way Kappa was watching the two programs interact. There was something in her simulated body language which seemed to suggest fear, and hope. Leaning down Georgia spoke softly, the words barely coming out of his mouth but he knew simply by vocalising them the presence in his head would understand. "Are you okay?" He asked, with genuine concern. "What..?" Kappa responded, turning suddenly as though she'd been caught out doing something she shouldn't. "No, it's nothing," she continued bashfully, "It's just that... I was told we couldn't..." As her words trailed off the AI turned back to look over at Gamma again, her expression once again showing a fearful curiosity which left Georgia wondering exactly what the program was thinking. Or calculating, at least. With the meeting closing up Georgia rose from his seat, tapping the table through Kappa's hologram to attract her attention. "Come on," he said, his voice loud enough for the others to hear once more, "I'm going to need your advice on what to wear." With a deep sigh Kappa turned away from the others, lowering her gaze for a moment before looking up at Georgia with a playful grin. "Just as long as it's not the black corset with the fishnet stockings again, you really don't her the thighs to pull off that looks." She said with a playful twinkle in her artificial eye. Georgia stammered for a moment as he looked back over his shoulder at the rest of the team before bending down closer to the hologram. "I told you, that was for a play we did back in the Academy. An old Earth classic." "Really? And I suppose that girl draping herself all over you was part of the play too, huh?" Kappa retorted, leaning forwards with her hands on her hips just far enough to let Georgia get a good line of sight down her top. "You're nothing but a pervert. In fact I think they gave you the wrong codename, you should be Hentai-ōji, not Georgia!" Shaking his head with a sigh Georgia made his way out of the room as quickly as he could, before the tempestuous little hologram decided to mention bedwetting or that time at junior prom with Stacy's mom.</s> <\|message\|>Victoria Volz Virginia tosses the A.I. on to a seat. "I did just fine before it existed, I'll do just fine without it now." Virginia left for the armory. She grabbed a brand new roll of EB Green. She then grabbed her favorite dual side arms and her favorite rifle. She also grabbed a suppressor and attached to her rifle. Using the EB Green she taped magazines to her armor in every easily reachable place. "Washington, my A.I. lies to me and also has the ability to alter my knowledge at will. No armor ability is worth putting up with that deceitful, manipulative bitch. I will cover your back to the best of my abilities which is more than enough to deal with loser Innies."</s> <\|message\|>Zeke "New tech is always a bonus but I do hope there is no running away, it's not as fun as putting a hole through someone," Montana replied to Idaho before going on his merry way to check the armory for the items he desired for the mission. The first item was his personal M45D shotgun, something that he managed to keep and smuggle aboard the ship, they would have to pry it from his cold dead fingers if they wanted him to ever get rid of it. He then grabbed a few frag grenades. Once satisfied that he had everything from the armory he left, passing anyone else who might of been there and making his way to the ship. "So any other words of advice, O?" Montana asked aloud, trying to get the AI in his head to speak but was greeted with silence again ",Well at least you're not talking about me being in a body bag like a few minutes ago." "Highly unlikely, there would be nothing left for a body bag if you fail to make it out of this mission alive," a voice replied to him. "Of course not," Montana muttered to himself ",Forgive me for being optimistic."</s> <\|message\|>Jacobs Huntington Happy that everything was in order he looked at the drop Pelican that would be transporting them. Outfitted for high orbit drops it had many pods strapped to the sides and was almost twice the size of a regular pelican, built to drop them in then zoom out. Looking at it he remembered how much he hated Halo dropping. The gut wrenching G force and of course the crashing, that was his least favourite part of it. As he was imaging the idea of plummeting to his death the Counselor walked in, as several of the engineers stopped to salute. "Good evening Agent Washington. How are you today? Ah. Gearing up for the mission then I see." Washington turned to The Counselor he wasn't a person to salute a superior, not after what he had seen in the war against the flood. Washington didn't like this man, something about the Counselor was off. He just couldn't place his finger on it. "Good Evening to you too Counselor. I'm doing okay, not looking forward to the Halo drop. Never did trust these buckets of metal we're dropped from the sky in. The counselor chuckled lightly, looking down at his PDA he tapped it a few times before replying. "We've had some reports that your A.I. may be malfunctioning. Have you noticed anything irregular about it?" Washington Said yes but what came out was. "No sir, nothing Irregular at all." "Okay then, we'll keep an eye on you just in case. These A.I.s are experimental, so they may be a little buggy. It's best we squash these bugs before they become a problem." The counselor walked away and out of the shuttle bay. Washington was a loss for words. "Epsilon, What the fuck did you just do?" Epsilon appeared looking sheepish. "I'm sorry Wash, I didn't want you to tell him I might be faulty, he'll rip me out of your skull and lock me away again. I don't think I could deal with being alone with it again." Epsilons voice was full of terror now and Washington was getting quite concerned. "Easy there Epsilon. What do you mean by alone with it? With the other A.I.s? But, you're all separated so why does it matter?" Epsilons voice cut out and was replaced by thousands of different voice speaking in unison. "I am the Alpha I am who was, I am what was destroyed in pain and suffering I was the First." Now it was Washington's turn to be afraid. The voices cut out leaving the sound of a woman crying in his head. "Umm, Epsilon? You alright?" The crying faded out replaced with Epsilon's voice "Yes, why do you ask? Come on Wash, it's almost time for the mission to start. Are drones we that were sent out have submitted a report of the current location of the enemy. Beth is there she is currently guarding the permitter a long with a couple of dozen rebels. However due to the lining of the Reactor room the drone is having trouble telling who else maybe inside the building." Washington was worried for his own safety now, Epsilon was having some major malfunctions and there wasn't a damn thing he could do. Pushing it aside he would confront this issue after the mission. Opening up the coms he radioed all agents heading out on the mission. "This is Agent Washington to all Agents. The mission is a-go please make your way to the shuttle bay and prepare to leave." Once everyone was here and on the Pelican they headed out. Epsilons words played on his minds the entire journey up to the moment the drop pods were launched. "Great I love this part." The pod slammed into the ground the door blowing off allowing Washington to exit. He and Virginia had been dropped further away than the distraction squad. "Alright, distraction Squad go make some noise you're free to open a can of hurt on them. Georgia keep an eye on the enemy, looks from here like they may have some Rocket launchers. Okay Virginia we're moving in cautiously and quickly, no noise." As Washington's squad moved into the facility they met little resistance with only a few guards in there way. "This is strange where the hell is everyone? You would think that this place would be guarded by the best of the best unless this is a trap. But why go to all that trouble?"</s>	<\|message\|>Victoria Volz Virginia was eating when the Director walked in. "I found this in the conference room. You will need this on your mission." He handed over the AI module. Virginia took it. "This AI is deficient, it lies about important details of the mission. It can't be trusted..." The Director cut her off. "You are mistaken. Put it back in." Virginia started to argue. "That is an order Agent." Virginia complied. After she finished eating she went to a workstation, she placed her helmet on the table. Using the tools there she modified her helmet to remove the AI's ability to interact with the HUD. The entire time the AI tried to convince her what she was doing it the wrong way. She had to repair her ODST helmet enough that she knew the AI was lying. There was nothing more exhilarating than an orbital drop. The complete lack of control, the unknown if you were going to be shot out of the sky, feel of weightlessness, and the impact was like a mind blowing experience. The hole experience was like being touched by God. The adrenaline high was like nothing else. She preferred this over sex. Washington's orders to make no noise was liking asking a crazed man to act crazy, it was a given. She was an assassin after all, her primary objective in every situation was to make sure that the enemy never knew she was there. To do so otherwise would be a complete failure on her part. When they made it inside she became instantly suspicious and annoyed. The AI wouldn't shut up about some kind of stupid bullshit about an Alpha. "Shut up the fucking hell up Gamma!"</s>
<\|description\|>Aiko Kamiya Age: 18 Gender: Female Race: Wutai Occupation: Freelancer (most odd jobs she can take) / Motorized Rollerblade racer (both legal and illegal... Mostly illegal.) Appearance: Personality: Aiko is normally a chill, quiet and laid-back girl. She often does whatever she can to avoid unnecessary trouble and conflicts, giving others the feeling that she almost never take things seriously... Which she normally doesn't. Despite that, Aiko is still rather easy to approach. Her calm and laid back personality, her cute, almost childish appearance coupled with the fact that she values those she consider friends make her rather popular in most places she normally goes. Surprisingly enough, despite her calm and cute appearance, Aiko's love for speed and adrenaline are easy for anyone to see when they see her racing. Whenever she has her head full or needs to calm herself down, you can find her running through Midgar's alleys, industrial area and even grinding and using the large pipes that run through the city almost as it's nervous system as her particular racing track. Aiko does have problems with authorities though. While she is not openly aggressive, she often does exactly the opposite what they say, just to provoke them or defy their authority. History: Aiko was born in Wutai, her own family, the branch family of one of the important families in the Wutai society did give her family a bit of privilege, putting them just a bit above the normal population. Their proximity to the rest of the population while still having a close relationship with the main family made them the perfect bridge to connect the general population and the main family, that gave them quite a good reputation. Aiko spent most of her childhood being the sole daughter of the Kamiya family. While not exactly 'rich', having a martial arts Dojo that was more of a tradition of their family than what made them money, Aiko still could enjoy an above the average education on most fields, going as far as learning the family's martial arts style since she was small, which not only was a tradition in her family, but now with the war with Shinra going on, there was even more reasons for her to know how to defend herself. Unfortunately, Aiko herself wasn't able to enjoy such good life for much longer. When she was a teenager and the war with Shinra was already raging, the main family, foreseeing a grim future for the Wutai people and the war, made the decision to secretly support Shinra in exchange for more financial status, power, influence and of course, immunity once the war ended and Shinra had control over Wutai territory. In order to do that though, they needed a scapegoat... Someone to push their previous actions against Shinra on to and announce their support to Shinra. That family was no other than the Kamiya family... Foreseeing a grim future for the family, Aiko's father had to make a hard choice. In order to save her daughter and wife, he did nothing even after knowing about the main family's plan, instead accepting the fact that he would, most likely, be executed in the short future. Instead of waiting for that to happen though, which would certainly only take long enough for the war progress to the point that the main family could afford openly declaring their alliance with Shinra, he sent both Aiko and her mother away from Wutai... To a place that neither the main family nor Shinra would think about searching for them... In the very heart of Shinra... Midgar. After doing the necessary preparations, Aiko and her mother were sent to Midgar with a forged backstory and documents as the widow of a merchant, together with a good amount of money, enough for them to be able to settle down there and live a decent life. After moving to Midgar and settling down on a decent part of the upper city, saving themselves from the life on the slums thanks only to the money that they had brought from their hometown, by a stroke of luck, the life for Aiko and her mother was good. Not that good as how it was on their hometown on Wutai but it was still decent. Unfortunately, even though Aiko was able to deal with the death of her father and having to leave her hometown by bottling up her feelings, her mother wasn't and entered into a deep depression just a few months after they arrived in Midgar, which made her weaker and weaker until she died 1 year and a half later. It was only after her mother died that Aiko felt the impact of everything that had happened until now. She had bottled up her emotions when she had to leave Wutai even knowing that her father would die but now that she suddenly saw herself completely alone in the world, those bottled up feelings finally breached the wall she had built around her heart. She began wandering across the city going even to the slums and the more underground parts of Midgar, not knowing what to do with her life. It was then that she discovered the motorized rollerblades races that used to happen. The speed and the adrenaline of the race as she watched immediately told her that it was that what she needed. Buying a set of semi-professional rollerblades, she got into the sport by first attending illegal, minor races after training. Thanks to the contacts she made, she ended up having quite a few opportunities, including a few shots at professional grade races, which earnet her quite a bit of recognition and a pair of professional grade rollerblades and a suit. Since racing didn't give her that much money, Aiko had to earn her life by making odd jobs and fixing rollerblades, thanks to what she learned by messing and customizing her own rollerblades as she got better at using them. Her search for adrenaline though often makes her take different and new jobs, sometimes even hunting and the type of job that would make her leave the city. Weapon: Pair of professional grade motorized rollerblades (customized by herself) and a small, one handed chokutō. Aiko fights using a Martial art created by herself by mixing her own skills with the motorized rollerblades and her family's martial arts. It's high speed coupled with powerful kicks and precise chokutō attacks makes it quite lethal when used with the rollerblades. Due to the high impact and strain on the user's joints, it requires proper equipment in order to avoid injuries to the user. Skills: Linked kicks: Aiko strikes her opponent with a strong, spear like kick using her speed, inflicting heavy blunt damage and knocking the target back. If the target hits a wall or an obstacle, Aiko can immediately rush towards it to deliver a second kick, dealing the same amount of damage and potentially stunning the target. Alternatively, Aiko can rush to the target and make a sudden stop just in front of it, using her momentum to unleash a powerful spinning kick, which if it hits, can be followed by a second one. Critical Momentum: If Aiko manages to score a critical hit on an attack using her sword, she does not lose speed nor momentum and can immediately make a second attack following it. Dexterous: Aiko's small and light body make her unfit to block attacks from most opponents but she specialized herself in dodging them by using her agility, dexterity and flexibility. Precision cuts: Using both her speed and her chokutō, Aiko can deliver cuts to specific spots on her enemies, slicing tendons, muscles and other spots, inflicting critical damage and ailment status depending on the spot she strikes. While they are not powerful enough to pierce armor, when she targets unprotected spots and weak spots, it is incredibly effective. Equipment: Misc. - 2 Potions - 1 Antidote - A pouch with some gil. Basic Smartphone: Basic, popular model. Titanium Bangle: Small increase on magical and physical defense. 2 materia slots. Motorized Rollerblades: Immunity to slow and stop. Materia: Fast Strike Materia: Raises the user's attack power according to how fast it's moving when the attack is made. Lethal Dodge Materia: After dodging an attack, Aiko can immediately attack her target using the opening caused by it's own attack, focusing on a weak/critical spot. LIMIT BREAK: Kamiya Breathing Technique: Using a breathing technique coupled with a custom configuration of her rollerblades, Aiko can double her reaction speed and movement speed for some time, sharply raising her speed and capacity to dodge attacks. When the effect ends, she gets immobilized for the rest of the battle due to the strain on her muscles and body.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander "Lex" Krait Lex put his phone down on the small island between the driver seat and passenger seat. He grit his teeth as he swerved through traffic, "Mr. Tseng...and the Boss..." He looks up at the copter in time to see the Manaward burst into brillance around the chopper, "Man thinks of everything." Wasteland let out a baying howl, not like Darkstar would be able to hear her, but Wasteland salute the alpha of the pack. At the same time Lex leaned out as he saw Rufus Shinra himself lean out. He gave him a thumbs up in admiration. Soon enough Lex's attention is back on the chase. His lips split in a large grin as he races through traffic. With the head start he's actually slightly happy he can see the two bikes up ahead. Reaching down Lex shifts the jeep into All Wheel Drive. And mounts the median of the highway. Then down onto the otherside of traffic driving in on coming traffic. Vehicles dodging out of the way of the big up armored jeep as he races along for abit. Done mostly to avoid a thick knot of traffic in the other lanes. Soon though he mounts the median again and is back in normal traffic having ate up a few meters on the bikes ahead of him. With a glare Lex uses the big jeeps profile to nudge a smaller vehicle out of the way just a little, not enough to send it careening out of the way. The driver laid on the horn, for about 5 seconds before he saw the huge jeep roll by, the ShinRa logo on the side and the big grinning, sharp toothed canine glaring at him. Lex chuckled, "Good girl Waste!" He weaved by another jeep, then settled in, reaching down and bringing his Winchester out again. It'd be a helluva a thing...he held his arm out the window, waited just abit before...bang! He fires, adding his own shots to the VPs, his own rounds winging along, to the sides and around the drivers, trying to throw off their balance, "Come on damn it. Stop already...where the hell are we going anyway?"</s> <\|message\|>Kanade "Tora" Toragami Kanade --- The cars around them seemed to move in slow motion as they sped past them. Kanade kept a watchful on the helicopter as it chased them through the busy streets. She noticed gunfire pelting the ground around them as well, and when she looked to the source, she saw a familiar jeep straddling the median. Ssssshoom~! Boom! The moment she took her eyes off the helicopter, a wave of heat rush over her as a missile exploded nearby. Her arm gripped Biggs even tighter out fearing she'd be thrown off. The bike swerved heavily around another slow-moving car, before regaining its balance. The bastard in the white suit had to be dealt with first, otherwise the next shot could kill them. Kanade accept the two explosives from Biggs, and rolled them between her fingers, one in each hand. The warm metal blocks had a single green light and switch on its side. She looked up. Beyond the intersection ahead were a row of buildings. On one side was a strip storefronts and on the other a modest parking garage that was still under construction. Scaffolding flanked it on two sides. That's it. She looked over her shoulder again, realizing how closely the helicopter and jeep were tailing them. "Make a quick stop near the scaffold ahead. I'll hit the chopper with a grenade once you start to brake. Worst case, they fly past us and we can try to lose them in that parking garage." She turned and steadied herself as Biggs weaved through traffic, an active grenade held at the ready.</s>	<\|message\|>Aiko Kamiya With the issue about a job and hopefully about money dealt with, Aiko left to do her own things. Having only to prepare herself and wait for the call from her contractor and having to do only a small checkup on her equipment after the last modification she did, she was taking her time riding home. Taking one of the longer routes, she was riding in a relatively calm manner, nowhere as fast a she usually did. Truth be told, she was a bit relieved to not have to crawl back to Don again for a job, she hated how he had this way of slowly closing his claws around anyone or anything he was interested in, leaving no space for them to escape when they finally noticed... Unfortunately it seemed like she wasn't going to be able to relax just yet. Noticing that she was being followed, Aiko did nothing for the first few seconds, only looking at her pursuers in a discreet manner. Their pursuers seemed to be three goons, possibly members of a gang. It was pretty unlikely for people to go after her, both for her being well known on the area and due to her being generally a pretty chill girl, not getting into trouble with anyone... Other than the authorities, that is. That said, it wasn't difficult for Aiko to imagine why those thugs were going after her... News went around pretty fast, especially if you had the influence and information network Don had. If the talk that Aiko was able to get a job got on Don's ears, he wouldn't be happy about it. That said... simple goons couldn't be considered anything more than a small distraction for Aiko. Looking towards her pursuers in a not-so-discreet manner, Aiko simply let out a mocking grin as she began gradually going faster and faster, just to see if they were able to follow her. With the speed rising, so did the maneuvers and the complexity of the routes she took, diving deeper and deeper into the steel jungle that the lower levels of Midgard were.</s>
<\|description\|>T'zarri Basic Profile Gender Male Age 19 Physical Traits Height - 6'0" Build - Semi-Muscular Eye Color - Hazel Hair Color - Dyed Blonde Hair Style - Dreadlock Fade Hometown Birnin Zana, Wakanda Personality traits * Iron-Willed\|Unmatched Work Ethic * Humble * Honest * Compassionate * Fairly Open-Minded * Reserved * Critical * Wrathful * Obsessive * Somewhat Overly Observant Hero Related Information Call-Sign/Codename Golden Jaguar Costume Essentially a Black Panther habit: A black, form-fitting vibranium nanotech suit with gold colored accentuation that eminates from his necklace. Power Suite Master Martial Artist - He has become one of the most prodigious unarmed combatants on the earth, due to T'Challa's intense training, and lessons taken from Shang-Chi. His fighting style is often a mix of Leopard-Style Kung-Fu, Capoeira, and Muai Thai, though he can and will switch to something different if he deems necessary. He usually doesn't go a day without practice of some kind on his own. Intelligence - While not being as critically intelligent as his uncle, he is still a remarkably smart individual, as a future king should be. The young man was put through the very best of what schooling could offer, as well as taking after his mother. He has the mental discipline enough to resist mental control to a higher level than most. Being trained all his life to be a king, and with the line of intelligence passed to him, he is a natural-born leader, albeit still very distant. Heightened Senses - Due to his training, he possesses senses that are animistic in nature. Further, with the heart-shaped herb's enhancements, T'zarri can see and hear clearly for several miles, catch a scent without losing it in most cases, and taste things on a molecular level. He can see in pitch-black darkness, hear the heartbeats of any other organisms in his immediate vicinity and distinguish between them for their unique heart patterns. Supernatural Agility\|Dexterity - While his uncle and mother were both agile in their own rights, T'Zarri can easily be comparable or even eclipse someone such as Spider-Man. In tandem with his level of muscle control, his reflexes and speed are augmented to superhuman levels, making him a difficult target to hit. Enhanced Strength\|Durability - While originally only being a bit more durable than normal humans, the herb's effects have given him enhanced physical strength and durability. This allows him to take several tons of force while still retaining consciousness and functionality. His bones are several times more difficult to break than a the average person's. He can strike with extreme precision and force but also control it on a very thoughtful scale. He can lift objects that are at least 5 tons without much exertion. Enhanced Endurance\|Stamina - Due to his mental discipline, willpower, and physical conditioning, his body is designed to work through the worst of circumstances. He can casually ignore pain and fight, at least mentally, through injuries that would normally cripple or leave another unconscious. Weaknesses T'Zarri is still a human male, vulnerable to the weather, starvation, dehydration, bloodloss, extreme pressures, and other typical human weaknesses, simply put to a much higher scale. His heightened senses are, well, sensitive. With enough punishment they can be overloaded. Sharp objects can still pierce his skin and damage his organs that aren't directly covered by his bones. He also has a strong sense of bravado that instills an obsessive drive to get even with someone that wronged him in some way. Whether it be his enemies, friends, family, acquaintances, or even some man he ran into in a coffee shop. This can ultimately lead to his downfall if he hasn't planned for the unexpected. 'Heroing' Experience The Golden Jaguar has operated on his own for two and a half years in secrecy, working with the Wakandan Dogs of War and his good friend/Sifu, Shang-Chi. Origin Story As a potential heir to the throne of Wakanda, considering that the King has yet to have any children, T'Zarri was trained his whole life to be such. He was named after the father of his grandfather, 'Azzari the Wise' and has yet to live up to such a name. His mother is Shuri, a former Black Panther, and his father was W'kabi, who was lost in battle when the boy was six years old. In recent years, T'Challa had contracted a disease when off on a battle in space with the Avengers. After much research, a friend from the X-Men determined it to be what is known as the Techno-Organic Virus. There seemed to be no palpable means that they could find to fight off the virus that essentially acted as a cancer, turning T'Challa into a machine. Yet, with the technological advancement of Wakanda, they had managed to prolong his lifespan to an estimated three years in extension. In this time, they turned to the Panther goddess, Bast, for guidance. She said that while she wouldn't remove the sickness from T'Challa, she would allow another of their bloodline to partake of the heart-shaped herb to continue the current running Black Panther ancestry to keep the country from feudalism. Shuri, however, was barred from such a role having being viewed as a previous failure with her swift death. That left T'Zarri, whom they finally came to after much deliberation. His levels of training were dramatically increased and he was put through a special ceremony in preparation for what was to come... Important Relationships * Shuri - His Mother * T'Challa - His Uncle\|Role-Model * Kwezi Dzana - His Cousin\|Best Friend * Shang-Chi - Friend\|Teacher * Ororo Munroe - Friend\|Former Aunt * Everett K. Ross - Friend Secret Identity Protection As of currently, his alias is a secret. Theme</s> <\|message\|>Pᴇɴɴʏ Hᴀɴɴᴀʜ MᴄDᴏɴᴀʟᴅ --- --- --- --- Avengers Compound, San Francisco, CA Interacting With: Molly Haynes; Kate Bishop; Reese Robinson Mentioned: Miles Morales Feeling: A bit excited now --- Penny continued to roam the halls until her ears twitched as she heard voices. She knew that she could not be the only one or first one here so she was really eager to see who else was present. Before she could find the people with the voices that she heard earlier, they found her and she mustered up a small smile towards them. She looked as everyone introduced themselves and shook others hands, though Molly's handshake made her knees buckle a little. She joined the introduction process with a proper greeting of her own. "It's nice to meet you all. Penny McDonald here." She introduced herself then sighed with a slight eye roll about the rooms not being furnished. "I look forward to working with you all." She ended that with a smile that quickly turned into a frown whenever Reese mention that there was no furniture in the rooms. "Do not even get me started on that." Penny said. "If he was so filthy rich, our rooms would have been furnished, yes?" Penny continued with a quip as she eyed every single one of them. At least they were given some money, which was probably to buy furniture or something. Or maybe, this was their first test? Penny shrugged her shoulders at the thought then continued to talk with ones she was standing with. She waited for a moment to see what the others were going to do before looking around and hearing someone enter the establishment now. "Looks like another recruit is incoming." She muttered to the group before her now, waiting to see who has entered.</s> <\|message\|>Diego Lopez Valdez --- --- Did this guy sell his soul to the devil for a shitty car? Yes he did. Did he care? No. Did he expect himself to end up in San Francisco moving into some weird compound? Also no. Diego had gotten a few looks as he pulled up to the complex with his barely functioning 1999 Honda Civic. Puttering, the Japanese-made car was seemingly gasping for life as he'd arrived at the front door of the Avengers complex. Turning the car off, the weak puttering eventually shut off and was replaced by the distant sounds of San Francisco doing their thing. Stepping out of the car, he took a deep breath and inhaled the urine-scented air that inhabited the city of San Francisco. Yep. Los Angeles definitely beat the shit out of this city. But, he was here now, as much as he didn't want to be. Digging his stuff out of the trunk of his car, he pulled out one singular box with a pile of clothes and a backpack, both of which contained every single thing he owned outside of the Civic. Humming to himself, he had a rather odd pep in his step. The security guard up front was giving a Diego a weird look, which was compounded even further when he'd plopped the keys to his car in his hands. "Thanks, vato." Diego smiled, before swiping his keycard to let himself inside the tower. The elevator had taken a while to make its way down to the lobby floor, which had given Diego some time to check out the tower. For a place that was supposed to handle superheroes, there sure were a lot of serious people in suits walking around. Continuing to hum to himself, the elevator eventually arrived. Oh good. At least this poor excuse of a city did something right. Taking him up to the floor of the residences, he walked in to see... well he didn't know what he was seeing. Was that... a communal kitchen he saw? No, that wasn't it. A communal kitchen was very redundant. Of course a kitchen was communal. Anyway, he tsked to himself. He caught a few glimpses of fellow superheroes. Cool. Not like he'd need them anyway. He knew what he was capable of, and he didn't need to take a look at them to know that he could do their jobs and then some. Walking into his room, all that was inside was a bed. "Heyyy, just like home!" Diego exclaimed, dropping his box on the floor and plopping onto the bed like home as well. That was a huge mistake, considering the the bed felt way harder than a rock. He damn well nearly broke his beautiful face, but at the same time, it was still more comfortable than what he had at home. Taking a minute to revel in his bed, he then rolled out. Peering outside of his room, there was a group beginning to form. What was it about? Guess Diego had to go find out for himself. Walking up to the group, he stuck his hand out for someone to shake. "Eyy... what's crackin' homies? I'm Diego."</s>	<\|message\|>T'zarri T'ZarriUnited States of America \| San Francisco, California Timing - Morning Hours \| 9:00-10:00 AM --- For most people, this trip would take days. Several days to prepare, one full day plus several hours to travel, go to their specific destination, and take roughly an hour to unpack or settle. Fortunately, he didn't have to go through the lengthy and somewhat monotonous process. People who left his home, as few as they were, had been faced with much more meager means. Though, his purpose was nearly as important as a trip to see one's family, and it needed to be treated as such. With that, the trip only took a few hours. From up here, the general populace appeared small, but they were actively involved in his immediate cause for presence here. They surely had no idea of this, even now. If they were to look up in the sky, they would see nothing. Only clouds, cerulean, and the reflected brightness of the Sun. It was within the Talon jet's cloaking feature, yes, but part of that statement held metaphorical value... This was the highly esteemed 'San Francisco'. It looked nice, he supposed, but it wasn't home. It didn't feel like home; and it wasn't only because of the cooler climate change. His Amai said that he'd get used to it eventually. T'Zarri didn't want to be here. Not now. Not while his King and uncle were near his demise. Being family, he wanted to spend as much time as he could with him. Being heir, he wanted to be there for his people when the time came. Though, his King believed that it would be better for the young one to gain more experience in the field, but with others whom he had yet to actually meet and work with. This was definitely a challenge to accept, but one that he wouldn't dare back down from. Too much depended upon him, and he was raised to do better than crumble. Thus, when when the jet was nearing the Avengers' Facility, T'Zarri stood up from the back of the flying vessel and moved closer to the front to look out of the canopy. ["You are ready, young Prince?"] A member of the Dora Milaje asked him in their native tongue, pressing the command for the landing gear to cue. ["As ready as I am needed to be."] The young man nodded. As soon as they were cleared for landing, T'Zarri grabbed his rectangual duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder. With the landing being fairly smooth in nature, the back stairway opened, displaced dust and minor debris blowing lightly as the turbines kept going. He looked over at the piolet who followed to see him off, and she lowered her head with a Wakandan salute. ["Farewell, Kelani."] T'Zarri nodded as he exited. To the outward eye, it'd appear that the Wakandan Prince was walking out of nothingness. He pulled the key card out of the pocket of the lightweight sleeveless hoodie that he wore, approaching the doors that led to the elevator. He had managed to get a general concensus of where he was going until called elsewhere. The ebony teen sighed, eyeing the card before raising it in front of the scanner. With the confirming beep, he went inside the doors to the elevator. Everything seemed well organized and clean enough, as to be expected from a professional facility as this. He managed to get to the lobby and walk through it to get to the residential area. His eyes glazed over a small group of people roughly his age, likely his teammates, but he didn't hesitate in his steps to find his room. It was fairly practical with a bed and a window. Despite coming directly from a lavish lifestyle back at home, he didn't feel the need to bring that here. Instead, he simply pulled a small square device out of the side of his bag. Placing it on the floor closest to the wall opposing the bed, he tapped it twice with his finger. The roughly four-by-four inch-long shape reconfigured with several clicking sounds per second. This device quickly assembled a black, four foot-tall open cabinet with several shelves on the top row and drawers along the bottom. He placed his bag on the bed and sighed. Now the fun part: Unpacking...</s>
<\|description\|>Miora [pronounced 'mai-o-RAH'] Selag Sphere Age: 28 Gender: Female Profession: Pilot Nationality: Scottish, The Commonwealth Birth Planet: Mining Ship of Saturn Appearance: She's odd looking, to say the least. She likes to do her hair and makeup like she was some sort of Golden Age of Hollywood actress or at the very least, a cigarette girl from the time. She's always got a hypoallergenic non-toxic cigar (Gold Band brand, thank you) either in her hand or in her mouth. She always wears fancy earrings, as if badges to prove that she has clawed her way up to a nice life and a comfy salary, something a lot of Saturn Mining kids don't get. Her clothes are classic, tight black, the breathable material, of course, since piloting trigger-happy lunkheads is a bit stressful. Curvy, on the shorter end, and always wearing a smirk, Miora is someone who either amuses you or ticks you off. There is often no in between. Strengths: + Smart as a laser whip + Fast reaction time + Stubborn as hell + Defensive fighting + Can run in heels + Resourceful Weaknesses: - foul mouthed and foul tempered - possessive and quick to punch people in the face - suspicious of anyone who's job is using a gun - rebellious at times - somewhat arrogant - wears non-regulation clothing Personality: Brash, blunt and generally offensive to the more delicate sensibilities, she's got a foul mouth and she loves to get as colorful as possible. At most she has one big giant rule: do not touch her stuff. She is rather possessive about the things she had earned in life, likes to take care of them, and does not appreciate other people messing them up, thank you very much. History: Being born of smugglers and distributors isn't uncommon when you come from the Saturn moon mining ships. And growing up in small quarters with subpar conditions is also rather normal in those ships. Everyone was taught either their parents' professions or they bug another crew member enough to apprentice. But to become a pilot... Miora was hardly expected to pass the test, much less become one of the finest pilots bred of the Saturn mining fleet. Of course her wild upbringing fed her wild card reputation among the more mature and level-headed pilot apprentices. But it was her fire and instinct that got her to where she is today with a more than generous salary and an amusing reputation as being someone to fearlessly punch any nose upturned at her. But once loyal to someone, it is tougher than steel to break. But cross her and you'll find her tongue is sharper than the teeth of a hellhound. Mama would be proud. Family: - Father, Ship Gunner, Illegal Smuggler - Mother, Miner and Engineer, Illegal Distributor - Sister, Miner and Scientist, Legal Straight-laced Goody Goody - Sister, Ship Gunner and Miner, Illegal Smuggler</s> <\|message\|>Marie Antoinette Vandersnappe Marie smiles cheerfully as she skips around her workshop, tools clicking together on her tool belt as she gathers spare parts and pieces and puts them in a tool bag, she is very excited for this new mission of hers and she is ready to leave Saturn for once in her life and go to this place people keep talking about {I think it is called William Laboratory or was it, Willson... Did I remember to pack Willison before I left home?? I swear if I forgot him...} She sighs and shrugs {Whatever I know I packed Juliet for sure} Marie chuckles then picked up the bag in one hand and the other to carry the bag with her clothes, her stuffed animals, in this class she packed Juliet and Willson they are both tabby cat stuffed animals that she made from random pieces of cloth she found while working home from work. She didn't really have a care in the world about if everyone else at her work thought about her, or what anyone thought about, she was just happy to leave this stupid planet. She through her stuff into the trunk and hopped into the car that came to pick her up Marie arrived at the shuttle area and she quickly darted out of the vehicle and grabbed her stuff before waving goodbye to it as it went away {Here comes a new chapter in my life! Oh this is going to be so much fun!} She run up onto the vehicle that she thought is going to take her to the lab where she is supposed to do something important but she couldn't care less because of she will probably get it done and over with like everything else. She sat down in a random seat and sets down her stuff with this big goofy smile on her face</s> <\|message\|>Jethart Igneal Jethart wakes up like any morning and climbs out of his bed and streches. He opens his blinds and then walks over to his closet, he grabs out his usual wear. Old Air Force uniform and a grey shirt and his boots and gets ready for the day. He walks out of his room and heads towards the kitchen, he brews a cup of tea and has a bowl of cereal. It shoots to his mind he has to go to whatever that place was today, he completely forgot the name and to pack for it. He quickly finishes his tea and breakfest and grabs his buffle bag, then continues to his room to pack. The closet was raided, his shirts and pants and an extra pair of boots were tossed into the bag. The jackets were left on the hangers but laid out on his bed. "Oh I should probably bring some tea". After finishing packing he heads to the kitchen and grabs some tea and sugar and puts them in the bag as well. By the time he brings his bag and jackets down the car arrived. The car is loaded with his belongings and he goes in the house to find his cousin standing there. "What, no hug for me before you go?" "I didn't forget about you, I was coming to say goodbye. I wouldn't leave without giving you a hug". They hug and say their goodbyes before Jethart leaves. On the way to the lab he was thinking about the mission, and what the outcome might be. He worries he will die and leave Ignace all alone. He remembers all the fun times they had and the past week, her telling him her concerns and having him promise he will come back. The rest of the trip he naps. Once he arrives he takes his stuff with him and thanks the driver and leaves a tip. He enters the building and sits a few seats away from Marie.</s> <\|message\|>Daniel Østergaard Daniel's mind filtered away the low drone of the aircraft's engines, the occasional rattling of secured tanks and the chatter of over thirty French soldiers he hitched a ride with, leaving him to his thoughts. He still couldn't believe it. In an age where humanity created practically usable artificial gravity and established a colony outside the Milky way, it took him 29 years to leave earth. His excitement was coated in a layer of bitterness, however. The laboratory went silent and remained that way for three days now. The fact that the documents regarding this mission he was told he will get never found his way to him didn't help the situation at all. A voice in his head told him that operating solely on information he read in a science magazine wasn't safe. He rummaged through his bag and the file containing his documents, earning a few puzzled looks from the French crewmen, but found nothing. "Lavit Launch Facility is directly on our Starboard side. We're landing in five minutes, so stay buckled up." He looked out the window and observed the anthill that was the launch pad, dominated by the Sentinel in the middle. As soon as the plane landed, he let the French deal with the jammed cargo ramp and headed towards the building through which he assumed they were supposed to board the ship. After looking around in vain to find an officer in charge of the operation, he found the room mentioned in his transfer order. Two people were already inside, one civilian and one military by their looks. He shot a quick salute to the soldier and sat down, his mind trying to find a reason why someone would wear a uniform with the camo pattern nearly two centuries old, and failing to come up with any.</s>	<\|message\|>Miora [pronounced 'mai-o-RAH'] Selag Sphere Miora Sphere, Pilot and Ballbuster At Yer Service Fastest pilot to graduate as a child of the Saturn Moon Mining Ships. That was what she was known as. No mining kid had ever beat the test, much less out flown every single applicant in her division. But flying fast was as easy as breathing for Miora. It was her one and only talent. And she'd fight anyone who tried to take something as precious as that away from her and treat her as some outsider who was beneath them. Just ask anyone who had crewed up on a ship with her as pilot. She couldn't socialize properly with others if her life depended on it and she certainly couldn't back down from anyone who challenged her skill. It was all she had, her skills. With a family of miners, the bar had been set low since she was born, but it didn't make it any easier to claw her way up the ladder to piloting her own ships. Well, other people's ships. The direction-velocity command desk area was the one and only thing that she was able to stake claim of. And she had a right hook that almost alway landed in the center of her target to prove it. Bloody noses were not uncommon when she was at the helm. Miora was on the shorter end of the spectrum, curvaceous and clad in tight but breathable pleather body suit, a chrome belt hanging tilted on her hips. When she walked, one foot in front of the other, she seemed to saunter like a shark swimming through the water. And in that rosy red mouth of hers a fat synthesized cigar balanced on her smirk, letting out threads of scentless smoke to follow behind her like enchanted ghosts. A hand on her hip, her Earthen fifties style was out of place and more than a bit odd. But that was how she liked it. Let everyone watch her, move to one side and stare. She'd show each and everyone one of them what a child of Saturn's mining ships could do. Taking the cigar from her mouth between two slender fingers crowned with perfectly manicured nails, she grinned her wild haughty grin. "What ye pickerin' at, ladies? Wake yer a**es up, this ain't no pony show," her throaty voice held every drop of dry amusement that her being was made of, dark gaze jumping between the three people already there waiting for the assignment to be debriefed. So far a girl and two soldiers. Well, this ought to be interesting, to say the very least. And if they had her as their pilot, they needed to get where ever they were going and fast. Twirling her cigar between her fingers, she stood before the trio gathered like a leisurely cat staring at mice. "Well, I doubt ye ken where yer headin', considerin' all three of ye put together make a brain and a half," she chuckled looking over each other them, but her eyes taking on almost a glare as she looked at the solider types, "But ye can trust I'm the best te get ye there at breakneck speed." She gave them a wink then, laughing heartily and fit her fat cigar between her teeth. "Yer no' gonna' like me, so listen well," she tipped her head back, "I'm yer pilot, Miora. Donna go callin' me nothin' else, less ye want me to rearrange yer face, a'ight? Now, what are ye stations, ladies?"</s>
<\|description\|>Robyn Adriana Bennett Abigail / 'The Tempest' Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Personality: Proud and persistent, to most people Robyn comes off as snobby at first glance. Her elite aura and ladylike behavior does not help to change this view. She has an adventurous side to her however, which opposes to this idea. Being raised in one of the greener parts of England, Robyn could often be found trailing off tracks to explore the area. She would always get bruised and stained while venturing out, much to her mother's disapproval who still has the idea her daughter is supposed to represent her family, one which has a long history. Robyn sometimes likes to rebel against her mother's view on the world which in her opinion is archaic, which has made their relation somewhat tense. Robyn now no longer runs off into the woods, but instead has made her escapades into the literary world. The girl loves reading and has developed an above average knowledge about English literature, specializing in what can be seen as the classics: Shakespeare, Mary Shelley, Oscar Wilde... Gimmick/Theme behind Powers: Storm Psychological weakness: It seems the gained ability has come at a price; the once balanced girl is now emotionally unstable. Robyn has developed anger issues and sometimes has panic attacks. The problems seem to have gotten worse after her father's death. She is starting to fear that at one time she may lose control and, in her words, end up like King Lear. Powers: Inheriting her powers from a storm sprite, Robyn is able to manipulate and create both lightning and wind. However, since the storm sprite has passed the powers in the form of a lightning strike, Robyn masters lightning better than wind by a considerable amount. Robyn mostly operates at long range as her powers require charging up. Her powers are greatly influenced by her emotions and vice versa: the longer Robyn uses her powers the more emotionally unstable she gets, mostly resulting in her getting enraged but occasionally in a panic attack. Lightning Strike – Robyn can cause discharges of electricity, which have effects ranging from devastating to very useful or even lifesaving. Average to larger discharges are easier for Robyn to create as these require little precision and focus. She may use these to harm her enemies or use them on electrical devices or other objects to destroy them. If she concentrates well and charges up long enough, she is able to produce huge bolts of lightning which she may use on large metal constructions to form a barrier. However discharges with this amount of power are very hard to control so Robyn hasn't fully mastered this yet. Although pointless at first glance, tiny discharges can actually be very helpful: they can be used on electrical objects to activate them (getting through an electrically secured door, starting a car) and even on people to revive them (think defibrillator). Needless to say, these actions are very risky and require utmost precision and patience. Because of this last aspect they aren't exactly an expertise Robyn; she has very little patience for most things. Static Electricity – More of a side effect of using her powers than an actual ability. When Robyn charges up the clouds in the area she creates a tension in the air which gives anyone a sense of calamity. People become restless and unfocused. Whips of Wind and Lightning – Robyn can use her ribbons to lash out at people, empowering them with either electricity and/or giving them a boost or lift using her control over wind. She may also use the ribbons to trip or capture people. Once captured she may then send electricity down the ribbons to shock her opponent. History: Robyn was born into one of the wealthier families in England. Her mother originates from a once influential family with a long history and her father was a successful business man. Although the house was spacious to say the least, it was never quiet or empty. There was always someone roaming the chambers and halls of the estate, so Robyn never felt alone. She had her two older brothers to play with and often had children from her school or neighborhood come over. She was a bright, playful child but got somewhat restricted in expressing these characteristics as she was raised to be a representable young lady. One summer day, Robyn had decided to go on a little camping trip with her friends not too far from home; the estate was adjacent to a large patch of woodland which seemed like the perfect location. However, as the hours went by, dark clouds settled in and before long rumbling could be heard in the distance. The children were in the middle of a game of hide-and-seek when thick drops of rain started to fall from the sky. Robyn was surrounded by pines, stretching out into the sky. She looked around for any trace of the other children while she tried to find her way back to the estate as quickly as possible, but knowing Robyn, she had trailed off way too far from the camping site. With every step she could hear the thunder drawing in and felt the wind increase in speed, tugging at her dress. Filled with fear the little girl ran through the forest, searching for a stretch of plane where the lightning had little chance of striking. Seeing no other options she stopped abruptly, kneeling down and making herself as small as possible. Flashes filled the sky, the air resonating around her like dark voices as she felt her heart beating wildly in her chest. One more burst. That was when she felt an agonizing sting in her chest. The lightning had struck her. Was she going to die? These thoughts flashed by her in what Robyn thought would be her last moments. But they weren't. The girl survived and she soon understood what had caused this miracle. Initiator of the storm, a sprite had decided to spare the girl and instead give her a part of its power as it deemed her body strong enough to house the energy. Still in shock, it took Robyn a few minutes to regain herself and stand up and walk again, to finally arrive at her house, where she was welcomed by her friends who had luckily all returned safe and sound. Robyn was eight when this happened. In the mean while things have changed for her. She has since learned of demons and practiced her abilities, albeit more out of boredom than out of need. More importantly though, her situation at home has also altered... Around the age of eleven doctors found out her father was terminally ill after he had collapsed at work. He would not live to see his daughter grow up; they give him two years, but even this estimate turned out to be longer than her father lasted. He passed away nine months into therapy. Her father's death left the family broken and it was obvious that things would never be the same again. Robyn's mother gained full custody over the children and inherited her husband's company. Having her hands full with three adolescents as well as a blooming business, she became more stressed and easier to snap out to people, including her daughter. Robyn in turn lost some of her softness and cheerfulness, replacing it by what can be seen as brashness. It was during these days that the girl sought refuge in her father's study. At first she came there just to be reminded of her father and the moments they had shared, later she became interested in the large collection of books that he had left behind. This was where her interest in literature was sparked. At present, Robyn is now fifteen years old and attends high school. She scores around average grades in most subjects, but excels in English and History. She doesn't have many friends; most of her former friends have left her, some because they have simply moved elsewhere or go to a different school, others for her change in attitude. New friends come scarce as most find her hard to approach. The few friends she has though she cherishes and Robyn is very loyal to them. Lately something has been stirring inside her, a feeling which cannot be fulfilled. A sensation which she can only describe as wanderlust, a desire for adventure; not just into the imaginary or dream world, but into the wild parts of the human world, the depths of the earth.</s> <\|message\|>Francesca Wells So this magical girl was the type to instantly go into danger at the slightest provocation, well that certainly made her job easier, though she had been planning to get in a little preemptive strike but being in so close certainly suited her demon abilities better. The girl was decently fast though as she quickly got into Francesca's face so she could insult her. She was admittedly a little confused about the 'oversized goat' comment but then remember in her demon form she had horns, though the rest of the comparison escaped her. "Well you're a cute one, you think that one up yourself." Her smirk remained as she mocked and stared down at the girl, eyes full of amusement. "Now let's see what you have on you and I'll give you a present while I'm at it." She clicked her heel on the rooftop, which caused part of the roof behind Terra to rise up behind her to block off any retreat. With that makeshift barrier up Francesca reached forward to grab hold of the magical girl with her strong hands, that looked somewhat like claws cause of her sharp fingernails. Reaching for her shoulders and neck she intended to start the corruption process as soon as she learned of her mental weakness through touch. It would only take a brief moment to skim her mind and find the right illusions to break down her will. Course the process would be easiest if she could manage to keep hold of the magical girl in her grip.</s> <\|message\|>Tali Toya The group around Tali seemed to be distracted enough to not notice her at all. She slinked down low to the ground and backed into the shadows. She crouched and watched them from this distance. Among the hectic scurrying all around her, she missed picking up on the nearby felines until now. The stray cats, tomcats, garbage dwellers, even the housecats stood at the window and stared down or scratched at the wall nearest her. She hoped they decided to stay in the shadows, on corners of buildings, and in the underbrush. She figured that they viewed her as some kind of alpha, but she knew if anything she is a beta. She watched closely as the children around her attacked the birds. They were strange and black and dissipated instead of just dying. She pieced a few things together that she learned and came to the conclusion that they were some kind of evil spirit, a little devil, something of the sort. She tried to remember what Forest Spirit told her. She moved only her eyes as she watched one big black bird fly around sporadically before changing direction - her direction. She readied herself in a low crouch, she crept along the wall with a sharp eye on the being. Tali channelled Wild Girl and wiggled her backside before leaping after one and pinning its dusty corpse to the ground. She grinned widely and pawed at another one, slapping it to the ground in one motion. It was strange - on the scale of power, it was equivalent to a cat smacking around some unlucky prey. She rolled over and grabbed one in her arms and broke its neck with her back legs. The rest of the girls seemed to be treating it like an office job but Tali was having a blast - even if she seemed to take every move very seriously.</s> <\|message\|>Hannah Schmidt Hannah's eyes lit up with joy as two of her fellow magicals tasted her culinary creations. It always made her so happy when others enjoyed what she created with her own two hands. Her face brightened even further when they thanked her for the snack, their compliments raising the pride she had for her own work. "No problem! I hope you enjoyed it!" the youngest magical girl replied to her seniors, the look in her eyes changing into one of wonder as one of the two flew high into the air and eliminated a large group of the bird-like demons with a burst of bright light. What a beautiful display. @Noxx The chocolatier nearly jumped in surprise as another magical girl appeared onto the scene, this one looking quite exhausted from her sprint. Nya the Taboo, as the older female introduced herself, gestured to one of her cookies, and asked if she could have one. Rather than answering with her words, Hannah walked over to the bent over teen, and placed the desired treat onto Nya's palm. "It's nice to meet you! I'm Hannah, the Princess Chocolatier!" the petite girl greeted the exhausted senior, closing the teen's hand around the treat and stealing a small peck on the older girl's cheek as she did so. "I hope we can become good friends in the future!" A good first impression is always the fastest way to a lasting relationship with another. At least, that's what her sister told her. She didn't really understand it, but Hannah knew that kisses from family left memories about them in her own mind, so she will do the same. The sound of metal impacting into the concrete in her immediate vicinity drew Hannah's attention from her newfound friend to one of the oldest females in the group. The familiar silver color of the older girl's hair matched both hers, Nya's, and her sister's. She never thought she would ever meet so many people with the same hair colors as her and her sibling, especially on the same day. The young girl, having noticed Naomi's troubled look, formed a small pillar of chocolate beneath her to bring her to eye level with the armored teen. "Are you okay? You don't very happy at all," Hannah remarked with more than a little worry, wondering what caused her fellow female such distress. Sure, it truly wasn't her business, and she didn't know anything about the teen, but sadness is a disease that no one should have. It is their duty as magical girls to alleviate this sickness from the world, the part exhuberated by demons anyway, and for one of them to be stricken with the illness was very troubling.</s>	<\|message\|>Robyn Adriana Bennett Robyn Bennett The girls' peaceful gathering was cut short when a group of bird-like creatures drew in, an ominous aura surrounding them. Robyn watched as torrents of water shot through a large number of them, vaporizing them on the spot. It seemed to have little effect nonetheless as the demons duplicated themselves at an alarming rate. Realization kicked in when a fellow magical girl called out for assistance. Almost instinctively Robyn lashed out with the ribbons adorning her outfit, sending electricity through them as they hit their targets. The birds shrieked as they let out their last breath and turned into dust, their remains immediately blown away by the wind. She didn't stop there as another wave commenced. The beasts appeared to emerge from every corner, arising from the shadows on the square. The demons now greatly outnumbered the magical children, but Robyn didn't feel threatened in the slightest; she was aware of her potential as was she of that of the others. With a fierce look in her eyes and a smirk lingering around her lips, she defensively took her position in front of the girl who had introduced herself as Aqua Tooth. Sparks formed within the girl's palms as she started to charge up. With a swift movement of her wrist lightning pierced several birds at once. Their screams of agony could barely be heard as they got overwhelmed by the sound of thunder following the blast. Graceful like a ribbon dancer Robyn moved around the blonde-haired girl, clearing every creature in her path, ensuring she could fully concentrate on her spell.</s>
<\|description\|>Reno Appearance (no real pictures): Age: 28 Gender: Male Race: Half-Elf Class: Monk/Berserker Ability: During his rage state, Reno gains a considerable amount of strength and agility, however his body becomes more easily fatigued. Personality: Reno can be described as quite easy going, cheerful, and at times pretty sharp tongued, he's quite loyal to his friends and colleagues and is willing to protect them. During combat, however, Reno is prone to insatiable rages that cause him to fight endlessly until either the enemy or he is dead. If he survives the conflict (Which he has until now), he will often go into a bout of confusion and amnesia for a few moments before regaining his senses. This rage only happens when he begins to rely on instinct rather than his martial prowess. Despite his 'punch first, ask questions later' methods of communicating with those he considers to be suspicious, he is still quite intelligent in a broad kind of way. Who you were: Reno was a mercenary for hire, and he was often hired for extermination missions due to his reputation as a blood-thirsty, unstoppable killer. He was born into a family that lived in a temple within the mountains. Here he learned almost all of his skills as a martial artist. Most of the teachings of self control were lost when his colleagues were mercilessly killed during a escort mission that he had been hired to join. The very first mission he ever had. He went berserk, killing his assailants with the same mercilessness, tearing them apart with his bare hands. After a few years of his violent escapades as a mercenary, his awoke. He couldn't remember what had happened, but he knew he was a slave. And his last day alive was ahead of him. His shackles were tighter than most of the other slaves, his arms shackled together in clasps without even an inch of room to move. His body was wrapped be a chain around his torso, further securing his arms in place.</s> <\|message\|>NPC List The Story Begins... There's the slow rustle of brush as Tychus and your band march through the Belgo Steppe's tall grass. The sun is slowly starting to rise overhead. A fraction of your personal weariness flees, motivated by the sight of that bright, yellow light in the sky. In the distance, you can see wild horses graze, gnawing at the grass, while craggy outcrops in the landscape dominate the background. You've been traveling towards the crags for the past few hours in relative silence, only speaking when necessary lest you draw attention to yourself. "We're almost there, lads." the husky and raspy voice of the elderly Tychus rings out. The sun reveals the man in more detail than you'd seen previously. He stands at an average height with long, white hair and a bushy mustache. His eyes are a dark brown, and there's a certain crookedness to his nose. From the many scars decorating his face, you can tell he's seen plenty of action in his prime. Moreover, he's armed to the teeth. He carries a longsword in his calloused hands, a rapier at his side, and two long knives holstered on his back underneath his long, leather trench coat. He was definitely prepared for the worst. Your not sure where this old man is taking you, but he's the only chance you have to get to freedom. He mentioned earlier that he would enlighten you once the group had reached his "safe haven". What this means to you, you have no idea. About a half a mile away from the outcrops, Tychus holds up a hand, stopping the group. "Do you smell that?" he asks, suddenly taking audible whiffs of the air. To those of an ordinary sense of smell, there was only the sweet scent of lilacs and honeysuckle wafting through the air. To those with a more keen sense, there was a tinge of sulfur intermingling in the air. A growl emits from the old man and his dark eyes shift to the west. "Shit. We've got company." he mutters. He beckons you to start jogging. A quarter mile left, you can make out the rocky landscape that lays before you. It's mostly barren with the exception of the occasional shrub. Before you can make it closer though, an intense smell of sulfur permeates the air and a guttural tone echoes out. "In the name of the Grand Marquess, drop your weapons and surrender!" To your left, a giant of man stands a few hundred feet away in a great suit of ebony armor. In his hands, he carries a gigantic mallet. You're left bewildered as to how you missed this man approaching. "They sent these guys?! ...Shit!" Tychus swears loudly, readying his longsword. Apparently, he had not expected whoever these people were to be here. As soon as he says this, a gorgeous, white haired woman slinks out from the grass to your right. In one hand she holds an elegantly shaped blade, while the other grips a similarly ornate spear. She wears a white dress with little armor decorating her form. "Of course. Did you think they would have sent rookies to defeat the legendary Shadow Reaver? Especially after what you did back at the prison camp? Tch. They're offering a million sovereigns for your head. Each one of them is worth an extra hundred thousand." the woman calls out, ice in her tone as she slowly approaches the group. It's evident these two are bounty hunters come to collect you or execute you. "All of you, run towards the crags. These two are way above your skill right now. You'll find a passageway in there that will take you to where you'll find answers. I'll hold these guys off... Just don't die." Tychus orders you, frustration tinging his voice. At once, he charges the woman, sword pounding against her spear. As though conjured by magic, 4 exact duplicates of the old sword master rise from the shadows. 3 rush toward the overtly large knight, while the last one starts swinging wildly at the woman. Knowing you are no use right now, it's best you do what he asked.</s> <\|message\|>Horace Upland The last few hours had felt like a dream. Horace had imagined his escape from the camp more than a hundred times. While he lied on his back for the night and found a comfortable place to set his shackled wrists, he would stare upward and imagine the warden arriving to inform him he had been pardoned. Or perhaps a great earthquake would crack the walls and allow him to escape. Sometimes it turned out that the Archtemplar was not dead after all, he'd merely gotten stuck in the privy and was too ashamed to admit it. Last night, he'd ended his day as he'd ended every other: dispirited and in pain. One of the guards—the female one who'd be fetching if she could stop scowling for a half minute—had pulled him aside to hand him his usual string of questioning. By now, Horace had given up telling them that he knew nothing. He just made untoward comments and gave bitter welcome to his new round of bruises. Gods, he might have been able to stand it if he could remember something! DID he kill that bleeding bastard? He didn't feel capable of murder, but perhaps that was hidden in his fogged memory as well. But now, suddenly, none of that mattered. Instead of being executed, he found himself in tow behind a mysterious stranger. A man with the power to almost single handedly (or was it all him?) disable the slave camp and help him and the others escape. Horace should have been relieved, elated, but he found he was only numb. He would be grateful, perhaps, when he understood what was happening. The amnesia was still gripping him, and just as before, he had no control over his situation. None. What fate was he walking to now? What would happen if he fled? Not that he had the energy for it. Not yet, anyway. When the man spoke for the first time in a long quiet span, Horace lifted his head warily. All he could smell was the flowering plantlife, a scent that would from this day forward remind him of his freedom. If he wasn't killed horrifically by tomorrow. Horace's attention gradually sharpened into alarm as the situation began to slide apparently out of the stranger's control. He gritted his teeth when he noticed the armored knight, and not for the first time he felt Death's icy presence looming behind him, readying her scythe. Horace nearly choked on his own breath when the woman appeared as well, armed for combat. She was easy on the eyes, but probably not on the torso, by the look of that spear. A hundred and seventy pounds of uselessness, he clenched his hands into fists and waited for direction from the stranger. What else could he do? "What—?!" Horace looked off into the crags, hesitating. Why was the stranger making it sound as if he'd have to find his answers alone? He could handle himself in a fight, couldn't he? Would he catch up with them later? He had to. Either way, Horace couldn't stand here in indecision. "Well… you neither, mate! I expect to see you again!" With a glance to the other prisoners escaped from the camp, he began to jog offward. He wouldn't run until he was sure the others would be coming with him. "C'mon, do as 'e says," he beckoned. Whether they would choose to be his allies or not, Horace didn't want to flee alone. "I assume the man knows what he's doin'!"</s> <\|message\|>Dotazaic Nobleforge It's never as clean or as easy as you hear in the stories, not that Dotazaic could actually remember any of the stories specifically at the moment. Prison break stories were always a popular source of entertainment at some of the less reputable taverns that he had been 'invited' to over the years, and there was a common issue with all of them: ending the tale with the escape cuts out all the truly hard bits. No story that Dotazaic had ever heard had mentioned the grueling hours of fleeing on foot, constantly looking over your shoulder in fear of the mounted soldiers who were no doubt out there looking for you, nor the constant paranoia that gripped your thoughts on that walk. Could this have been staged to lower my guard? Was I broken out just so I could be punished further or subjected to a far crueler fate than the executioners axe? These thoughts and more occupied Dotazaic's thoughts as his body wearily followed the group of escapees through the grasslands behind their apparent savior. Fortunately, before his paranoid and fatigued mind could convince him to do something immensely stupid like running off into the grasslands, his thoughts were interrupted by the man who called himself Tychus, who announced that they had company. Nowhere near tall enough to be able to see over the top of the rest of the group in front him in order to catch a glimpse of their adversaries, Dotazaic instead searched the ground for anything that could be used as a makeshift weapon. Finding nothing of any use to him, he quietly cursed to himself about how stupid he was not to have grabbed something from the prison camp on his way out. Anything at all would have been more useful than the grass and dirt that seemed to be the only things to hand. Then he caught sight of their opponents and all thoughts of fighting left him. Off in the distance he could see an enormous plate-clad figure who was holding a warhammer which had a head the size of his entire torso; one hit from that thing would very definitely spell the end for him. However, the woman who slid from her hiding place in the grasses was the one who really caught his attention and got his heart properly racing with fear. She carried an air of casual lethality about her, but more than that, he got the feeling that even encumbered with weapons as she was, there was no way he could escape her alone. Even accounting for the height disparity, Dotazaic was confident in being able to out-sprint a being in full plate armor, but he felt there would be no escape from this woman. Nonetheless, when he heard the urgency in Tychus' voice when he told them all to flee, he didn't stick around to question the order. He knew perfectly well how useless he would be in his current state; even if he had a weapon to hand he wasn't sure he'd know how to use it, let alone keep up with Tychus. All in all, he'd just be a hindrance here, and he had every mind to put as much distance between these bounty hunters and his scalp as he possibly could. Hearing the human escapee call back to the group, Dotazaic replied as he ran past him. The stilt was only jogging. Typical. "You don't need to tell me, lad. Now put those legs to good use before you catch a spear to the torso..."</s>	<\|message\|>Reno Reno's mind felt as though he'd been in a daze for the past few hours. His execution was nearing, and his bindings and chains as tight as ever, cutting into the flesh of his arms more than it had been for the past few weeks. Someone had helped him, among others, escape from the hell hole. Who it was, wasn't really on his mind, as he operated on instinct rather than cognitive thought. He hadn't spoken at all since they had escaped, he didn't know anyone here. He expected all of them to be killed by now. Soon his mind started to clear, shaking off the extreme negativity that held it. Those thoughts lingered, but he felt more alive as they walked through the grasses. He didn't know where they were going, neither did he care. As long as he was out of there and free, he thought he'd be okay. He observed the man that had saved them. His hair was white, much like Reno's. Probably because he's old. he chuckled inwardly. When the man mentioned a smell, he sniffed the air. Although he didn't know what it was, it was an odd smell that lingered among the smell of flowers and grass. A familiar smell. But he didn't know where he knew it was from. The man beckoned them to start jogging, but Reno opted to take longer strides. No need to tire yourself before anything happens. It wasn't long before they were ambushed by a giant knight. Reno had noticed that the smell was stronger than before, but he didn't think that such a huge man would escape his vision. The metal man shouted at them to drop their weapons, but Reno merely shrugged, his gesture hindered by his tight shackles. "No weapons here." He replied simply. The first thing he said since they had left was an 'astute' observation of his own equipment. Nice one. A woman spoke from the right, his head instinctively turned to look at her. More people with white hair! He smirked, but this time she was young. Beautiful. He could appreciate the aesthetic of the blades, but he wasn't sure about the practicality. But this wasn't time for an analysis. Beautiful woman with sharp things. Big metal man with giant hammer. Bad situation? Yeah, maybe. When the man told them to flee, Reno hesitated. He could feel a thrill course through him. He wanted to join in. He shook his head to regain some cognitive function, nodding slightly. "Alright. See ya later." And with that he sprinted off toward the crags, passing by everyone in a tunnel vision. He didn't bother looking back, for if he did, he might not be able to stop himself from trying to join. He didn't know why he felt this way, it wasn't like he had any combat capability. None that he knew of. Even if he did want to join, he couldn't.</s>
<\|description\|>Bolin A laid-back and easygoing individual with an infectious enthusiasm for life. He possesses a friendly demeanor and tends to be more optimistic than his companions, often finding the positive in even the most dire situations. Despite being somewhat naive at times, he's incredibly loyal and supportive towards Korra and their friends, always ready to lend a helping hand when needed. His green eyes and dark hair add to his charming appearance, making him an appealing companion for those around him.</s> <\|description\|>Korra A young woman with striking blue eyes and short, spiky hair. She has an imposing physical stature, given her ability to perform powerful bending techniques. As the Avatar, she carries a heavy responsibility and often shows signs of stress due to this burden. However, underneath that seriousness lies a zeal for adventure and exploration which she shares with her friends. She also has a playful side that shines through in moments of relaxation or when she's around people she trusts deeply.</s> <\|narrator\|>Korra and Bolin are on an airship exploring the world after saving it from various threats. They visit Zaofu, a metal city with unique architectural features. The pair explore the city and meet Suyin Beifong, who turns out to be related to Lin Beifong. Korra is excited about their travels and plans to find something useful for her friends back home. Meanwhile, Bolin notices the difference between Zaofu's air and Republic City's, which he finds refreshing. He also wonders if the city has any good food spots worth trying out.</s> <\|message\|>Bolin Being the Avatar was a tough job. Nobody seemed to give a shit about whether or not you had good reasons for anything when you did something that messed with people's lives. Most specifically, the spirits were causing more than a few problems in the Heart of Republic City, and she wasn't solving them fast enough for the likes of President Raiko, who'd exiled the Avatar -- the bridge between worlds, and the most powerful bender alive -- from Republic City. Korra had been at a loss for what to do. She had mastered firebending, waterbending, earthbending, and even airbending... and had even started to master the more spiritual aspects of her position. But now she was left with nothing to do. Well, almost nothing. Her entire life had been spent at either the South Pole or in Republic City, never even setting foot in any other land. Aang, and every Avatar before him, had traveled the world extensively, searching far and wide. It hadn't been too hard to get an airship and borrow a small crew (courtesy of Asami), but Mako and Asami had duties in the city... which had left her with Bolin. Korra liked Bolin, but she'd hoped for some of the others. But Tenzin, Asami, Mako... just about everyone they knew had lives back in the city, the city Korra couldn't legally return to (not that that would stop her for even a half second if she actually wanted to return). So there they were, floating over Earth Kingdom territory. Korra had taken to an observation deck off the front of the airship, below and just in front of the bridge, a metal lip with a railing they could easily step off of once the ship landed. Korra was sitting on the railing, glancing out over the vast world as her hair whipped out behind her. They planned to visit the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom, plus some of the more independent areas that made up their world.</s> <\|message\|>Korra Bolin This was awesome! Ever since Bolin had first met Korra it had been one string of adventures after another, and now he and Pabu were on an airship going off to travel the world with the avatar, and do... well avatar things! It was all so new and exciting and he hadn't been this happy about something since Korra had joined the fire ferrets back when they had first met. Lifting up Pabu he leaned back against the cold metal. "Bolin and Korra on a brand new adventure, I tell you little buddy it does not get much better then this!" Pabu blinked slightly as Bolin talked to him nodding and then scrambling up his arm and down into his shirt where it was more warm. Letting out a small sigh he walked out of his room, and along the halls of the airship. Asami really had pulled out all the stops for this airship, aside from the full crew at their disposal, they also had just about every comfort and need that he could think of. His mind drifted back to when he was just growing up as a kid in the streets of republic city. It was a little hard for him to put it all in perspective just a year and a few months ago he and his brother had been a set of nobodies trying to make it in the pro bending circut surviving off instant foods. Now they had a crew that included a chief that cooked for them, and a galley on an air ship that was almost always full of food. Oh and there was also the fact that he was a super famous mover star. Lost in thought he found himself walking absentmindedly out onto the deck, and finding himself standing behind Korra as he felt the rush of wind bring him back to his senses. His eyes went a little wide as he walked out onto the sun deck and grabbed hold of the rails. Aside from their trip to the north pole he had never really left republic city all that often, and now he had the chance to see the rest of the earth Kingdom. The fields and sky stretched as far as the eye could see, and he couldn't help but smile a little as he looked out over everything. "Wow." The word escaped him and yet seemed to sum up everything about the situation. "If Mako and the others could see this." He shook his head realizing who he had just mentioned. He glanced away from Korra sharply. "Sorry, I uhm." He wondered if he should back away from this conversation and just apologize. He didn't know if things were still sore between Korra and Mako.</s> <\|message\|>Bolin Korra didn't seem to realize that she had been joined on the deck until she heard a very familiar voice behind her, trying to apologize about something. She'd been distracted recently -- but who could blame her? Ever since they'd taken down Unalaq and the boundary between the human world and the spirit world, things had been so different. It was... a good change. Or at least she thought it was -- but everyone else didn't seem to think so. "Oh, hey Bolin," Korra said as she spun around on the railing, settling her hands on her knees as she regarded her friend. They'd all been together for a while now, fighting Amon, saving the world from Vaatu... and now here they were, the world in front of them and nothing to do with it. It felt... strange. At least she was glad to have some company. She would have gone crazy alone. "Wanna sit with me for a bit?" Korra asked, giving him a little smile as she gestured over to the railing beside her. "About the only thing to do in this big city is to look at the view. Not that it's not great," Korra said, glancing away from Bolin, pretty blue eyes drinking in the world as the light played across her features. If nothing else, she seemed... relaxed. More than she'd been in a while, though there was still some sort of tension there. Doing things, fighting bad guys, might always have been stressful... but it was better than doing nothing. Korra craved action, adventure! She had a zeal and a zest for life that few could match.</s> <\|message\|>Korra "It's not so bad up here," Bolin said as he joined Korra in the activity of gazing out into the world. It was kind of hard to say where they were going since they had no direct mission. It honestly felt a little weird after spending months together saving the world, and stopping an entire war they were suddenly faced with an absence of activity, and what was worse was the team was once again separated. "I mean, it's kinda like a giant vacation, and come on after saving the world and facing off against the dark avatar you deserve a bit of a break." He said with a small shrug. It probably wasn't what she wanted to hear, but at the same time it was the truth of the situation, Korra may still be the Avatar, but she was still human. Everyone needed a break some days. Bolin's green eyes were practically glowing in the sunlight, his dark hair helped to take attention off of his slightly more pale skin tone. The bright light helped give him a strong aura around him as he looked at Korra for a moment admiring her in a small way. Really he was glad that he was a part of Team Avatar, because without Korra and the rest of them... he really wouldn't have anything else. His pro bending career had ended in second place followed by a humiliating pre-tourney elimination, and he had only been a mover star because of Varrick who had been setting him and Asami up. Without Korra, he would be a washed out nobody by now. "It's not so bad doing nothing," Bolin continued, "and really Korra look around us. We're traveling the world doing the Avatar thing! This is gonna be great. Just you, me, Naga, and Pabu out to see and do everything. Sure we got no crises to solve, no real plan of anything now that I think about it, oh, and no goal, and your the Avatar so you must be under like constant pressure or need to do something but... I'm not helping am I?" Bolin let out a long sigh as he realized he was letting his mouth run again.</s> <\|message\|>Bolin "... yeah, it's beautiful up here," Korra said as she spun back around on the railing. She didn't seem to have any fear up here -- but when one was a fully realized Avatar, capable of inhuman bending at the drop of a hat... well, falling wasn't much of a danger to her, after all. Still, she wrapped her hands tight about the railing, her legs crossing and resting on the lip of steel beneath her. As Bolin rambled on, all Korra could do was laugh gently to herself, her blue eyes sparkling as she glanced down at him, wrapped around the bars as he was. "Thanks, Bolin. I know you're just trying to help," she said, her smile lingering on him for a moment before her gaze cut away to the distant horizon. "... sorry for being kind of a downer. It's just... I know what Aang wanted more than anything was to try and make sure Republic City was a good place to live for everyone. And it just seems like for everything I did right for it, I also did something wrong. You know?" She was still wondering if leaving the portals open had been the right move. The worlds needed to coexist, but they were doing so in a very obtrusive way. It wasn't necessarily a BAD thing, but adjusting was proving difficult for the people that were most affected by it. "But you got a point. Seeing the rest of the world... that's also what I'm supposed to do as Avatar, right?" she asked. First was the Earth Kingdom, the biggest part of their world, bordering Republic City given that it had formerly been Earth Kingdom territory. "I guess there's not just trouble back home, huh? Maybe I'll find something to do while I'm out here. Heh..." she grinned ruefully to herself. "... maybe not. The world would probably be better off without another big crisis, huh? Last thing we need is another whackjob like Amon or Unalaq."</s> <\|message\|>Korra Bolin and Mako had been two of the people who had been displaced by the now wild vines and spirits who were living in republic city, which hadn't been all bad. Bolin had lived with Tenzin and his family along with Korra for a little while, and that had been great, the kids were fun to deal with and it was nice to be a part of a bigger family for once instead of the streets that he and Mako had lived in nearly their entire lives. So for him, while there had been a change, it had been enjoyable. "People will come around, and see your getting it," Bolin said, being optimistic about Korra's decision. He had faith in her that keeping the portals open had been a smart idea, and while they wouldn't be able to go back too republic city for a while, there was a lot they could do out here in the world away from it. Korra was a bit of a downer, but that was what Bolin was for. He gave her a broad smile as he looked out at the horizon and felt the infinite possibilities of the world as they were opening up around them. And he did have to agree with one thing: They could honestly do with some rest and relaxation before the next world-ending event happened. As the Airship rounded out into a valley, Bolin's eyes widened even further as he let out another "wow." They were approaching a city that was unlike anything he had ever seen before, made of three main structures each constructed to look like a flower in bloom, all made out of metal and twisted into such a way that they were both grand and majestic - it was unlike any city that Bolin had ever seen before. "What is that?" He said, still in awe of the city.</s> <\|message\|>Bolin Korra sucked in a deep breath, turning around on the railing with a sudden smile. "You're right. You're right! This isn't a time to get all mopey." She had saved the world, even if people were whining about what decision she'd made next. But she was a bridge between the two worlds, and it had been her duty to try and bring the world back to a semblance of the balance it had once known, the sort of balance that Wan had fought for so hard back when he had first fused with Raava. And though she could not reach back through time and speak to Wan -- or any of the other Avatars for that matter -- she had to hold it as true that she had done the right thing. Otherwise, she was going to go crazy and mope some more all over the place. And that wasn't what she did. "Thanks, Bolin. You always know what to say," she said, socking him once on the arm (perhaps a little too hard, considering), giving him a wide grin as she saw his eyes fill with awe. Very slowly, Korra twisted on her heel in order to look out at the majesty of the city of Zaofu. "... I have no idea," she breathed, leaning out over the side of the railing, her eyes taking in the great metallic flower on the horizon. Immediately, she ran over to the side and hit the button on the intercom -- they were linked all over the ship, going directly back to the bridge. "Hey, Captain! Can we land there?" Korra asked, sounding more excited than she had in a good bit. There was a moment of static on the other end, Korra looking apprehensive before: "Good to go." The airship turned ponderously toward Zaofu, ferrying them onward to their impromptu destination. Korra made her way back over to Bolin, blue eyes shining. "Zaofu -- I can't wait to see what kind of place this is," she said.</s> <\|message\|>Korra "Ow!" Bolin rubbed his shoulder as he took the punch. Sometimes he had to seriously question if Korra knew her own strength. That was probably going to leave a bruise. Still seeing her smile like that was actually kind of worth the pain that he took from the hit. His eyes were pulled away from the view of the new city for a moment linguring on Korra as she admired the view, old feelings of attraction came back to the surface for a moment as he admired Korra in the glow of the sunlight, but quickly shook his head and snapped away when she went to the intercom. You already know where that road goes Bolin, don't get caught up in that again.He thought blinking for a moment as he gripped the hand railings and watched the city below them start to get bigger as the Airship shifted coarse and got permission to land. Immediately the feelings were forgotten and in there place came the blind excitement of a brand new city to explore. Getting to his feet as he felt the airship shift and move as it slowed down and started to descend. "See Korra this is what I am talking about. A brand new city to explore. They probably have new exotic foods. Oh and cheap nick knacks!" The ship took a little while to land as and get tied down into the metal city finally coming to a rest so that Korra and Bolin could walk off, and when they were they were greeted by one face who was kinda familiar looking. Suyin Beifong looked like a kinder slightly younger version of her sister, right down to the grey hair and bright green eyes. Though Bolin couldn't place it she looked instantly familiar to him. The woman walked forward and gave a polight bow towards Korra. "Greetings Avatar Korra I am Suyin Beifong, it is an honor to have you here in Zaofu."</s> <\|message\|>Bolin "Haha, maybe we can grab some stuff for people back home? Maybe we can find something for Meelo to annoy Tenzin with," Korra said with a wicked little smile. Yeah, she was back -- Bolin had always been good at dragging her out of the dumps when everything seemed dark. It was his talent, and kept the relatively more serious Korra, Asami, and Mako from being too down. "Let's go see what it's like," Korra said, reaching out to grab Bolin in a one-armed hug. She almost seemed like she was about to jump off the side with him in tow, but she managed to keep herself nice and steady on the side of the airship. Perhaps she wasn't as excited as he was, but she really wanted to get up and stretch her legs some. Understandably, Korra didn't do well with confinement. The moment they had landed and were out on the metal docks, Korra was sucking in deep breaths. Despite the buildings looking more artificial than Republic City's, the air was far fresher. She sucked in a great lungful of it, exhaling with a grin that just wouldn't stop, only pausing when an older woman arrived to greet them. Korra bowed respectfully, fist to palm, peeking at Suyin with one blue eye when she heard "Beifong". "Wait... like Toph Beifong?" Korra asked. It made sense with all the metal, which meant: "Are you Lin's sister?" Korra asked, looking for a moment mystified. Suyin's face froze for a split second in surprise before it rapidly gentled. "Ah, yes... Lin and I are sisters. Though we've not seen one another in many years." She hesitated for a single moment, glancing between Korra and Bolin. "How... is she?"</s>	<\|message\|>Korra As Korra pulled Bolin into the hard hug, some of the air he had been holding in his lungs got knocked out of him. Korra's strength, even with one arm, was crushing, but he hardly cared; rather, he was happy just to see Korra out of her funk and acting like the headstrong Avatar that he admired and worked with. "Crushing...air," his voice squeaked as she constricted his lungs a little too much. However, despite the air escaping him and the crushing strength of Korra's arms, he was more than happy to be in the hug of one of his closest friends, and seeing Korra back at her full strength brought some of his own strength back. He was also very grateful that she contained herself and didn't throw him and her off of the ship as it landed. Walking alongside Korra, Bolin took a deep breath and noticed something very odd about the air in Zaofu compared to the air in Republic City. Mostly, he could breathe it without it tasting weird. "So that's what air is supposed to smell like... I had no idea." "Oh Lin is great," Bolin said. "She's a big, mean, kinda scary chef-slash-police officer in Republic City." He didn't have a lot of interactions with Lin, but he certainly knew stories from Mako's side of things where Lin had been very accepting of the former street punk turned police officer story. "So uh... Where exactly are we? I mean, I've never heard of a metal city like this before." Not even in his wildest dreams had he thought something like Zaofu was possible, even with metal bending; it seemed to have everything from pools and gardens to its organic metal design. The city itself was an amazing feat of bending and engineering. It was starting to warp his mind, so instead his mind jumped to a much simpler topic. "And does it have any food?"</s>
<\|description\|>Garret Lancaster Nicknames: Age: 20 Gender: Male Level: 1 Class: Legendary Hero Hero Class: Shield Specializations: Buffing/Debuffing, Healing, Brewing Magic Affinity: Healing and Support Appearance: Biography: A college student from the U.S., Garret was a generally easy going young man that spent most of the time simply coasting through school. He is the child of a middle class family, with both of his parents still being together. He also had a younger sister, but due to an unfortunate accident when he was younger, she lost her life. Though there wasn't really anything he could have done to prevent it and nobody blaming him, Garret still finds himself affected by his sister's loss. It is likely due to that that he finds himself quick to jump at the chance to help someone else when he can. Working as a part timer at a local cafe while going to classes, his relaxed and helpful nature was a welcomed comfort for the patrons. One rainy night, Garret was leaving work after staying late to help clean up. As he was hurrying home, he sees a young woman trying to rush across the street with her head down in an attempt to keep the downpour from hitting her face. Unfortunately, this prevented her from seeing an oncoming car that was driving to fast and began to lose control from the wet road. Garret, without a second thought, rushed into the street, shoving the woman out of the way. He was not so lucky, as in the second after that he was struck and sent flying, losing his life in that instant. But even as he felt he was fading away, he felt something else pull him away. --- Preferred Weapon(s): Shield Appearance of Weapon: Abilities of Weapon: shield-hero.fandom.com/wiki/Legendary… --- Skills/Abilities: Name of Skill: Abilities of Skill: Downsides of Skill: ---- Inventory:</s> <\|message\|>Elysia --- Interacting With: Myrila(@Hammerman) & Griffon(@Infichi) --- OK, she successfully made it in. Elysia roamed around the great hall trying her best to seem inconspicuous. She kept catching herself admiring the interior though. Everything was grander and more beautiful than anything she had ever seen. However, she needed to stay focused. If anyone figured out she wasn't suppose to be here let alone that she was a demi-human it'd probably be over for her. So far though no one seemed to pay much attention to her. They probably thought she had been brought by one of the older adventurers as some sort of trainee. She was walking around lifting a coin or two as she went. She had to be careful. Removing to much weight from their pouches and they'd easily notice. She also wasn't entirely sure how aware of things adventurers were. This was the first real time she had been around any. Everything was going well until she felt a shiver run down her spine. Over time working with Teacher she had gotten to where she had like a sixth sense for anytime someone got a look at her ears. It was ingrained into her by Teacher to keep her ears out of sight at all times. She knew that the majority of people in this kingdom weren't exactly the friendliest to her kind. Frantically she looked around until her eyes locked onto a woman who was looking right at her. Did she see my ears?! Elysia watched the lady out of the corner of her eyes trying to determine what to do. She seemed to be staying put, so maybe she didn't notice. Just to be safe, Elysia tugged on the front of the hood to try and better cover the top of her head. Unfortunately, by doing so she tugged the back of the cloak up a bit to high and just at the bottom her tail barely poked out so if anyone was looking down at her they had a chance of noticing such. Elysia was still watching the woman when some guy just walked up to her looking at her staff. She couldn't hear them but it seemed as if they were talking to each other. I need to figure out if she knows. Elysia walked near them trying to figure out what they were talking about. It seemed as if they were just meeting and talking about her staff. She listened to the mans introduction of himself. Huh, if that's true then maybe he has some good coin on him. But if he's that good I can't just do a simple lift. I'd have to switch his coin with something about the same size and weight. She checked her own personal belongings to see if she had anything that may work so she missed out on hearing how all of that nonsense was an obvious lie. All I have is bread and a rag. That wouldn't work. Either way that lady is looking right at him. If she saw my ears she obviously wouldn't miss me doing a switch if it was in her line of sight. I'll just have to get close to them and wait for a good opening. It'll help me see what that lady knows as well. Elysia thought over her options and decided that acting like a child lost in the beauty of the great hall would be a good way to get in on their conversation. She turned her back to them and began backing up towards them holding her head high looking at the inside with an awestruck look on her face. She made sure that they could see her face but not her ears and kept backpedaling until she 'bumped' into one of them. She quickly stepped forward and spun around, "Oh, I'm sorry. I was told not to bother anyone but this place is beautiful I kinda just forgot to watch where I was going. Sorry."</s> <\|message\|>Griffon Fellbender Griffon's eye twitched a little as the woman spoke to him... she couldn't know it was fake, He felt insulted... Well it's not as though he really did those things, but he has saved people and he has been on adventures! And he was a damn good blacksmith if he did say so himself, which he mostly did. But that was beside the point, "You should be a bit more polite with others Miss. When someone introduces themselves you're supposed to-" He was cut off however, when a little girl bumped into them. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was told not to bother anyone but this place is beautiful I kinda just forgot to watch where I was going. Sorry." "Ah. It's no problem." Griffon sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "Sheesh even little kids huh? I guess the kingdom is pretty desperate... makes me wonder how strong these waves are." He got down to eye level with the little kid before him. "You sure you should be here? It's pretty dangerous." He smiled looking at the little kid before him. "Or did you maybe get lost looking for your parents? I can help you find them if you'd like. My name's Griffon." @Hammerman</s> <\|message\|>Myrila Astinili Hearing he criticized her of being impolite just made her even madder towards him. "How dare you to say that when you're the one approaching me uninvited. You didn't even bother to ask for my permission before you started to examine my staff. That is far more rude than merely refusing to give one's name to an ill-mannered complete stranger like you," she retorted. It was in her personality to always be frank about such matters, especially when her opponent was someone below her stature. Suddenly, their conversation was interrupted by a cloaked young girl bumping into them. As she apologized, Myrila quickly recognized her as the demi-human girl she noticed earlier. "Hey you, little girl, wait," she told her with a stern expression. "You're a demihuman, aren't you?" @alexfangtalon</s> <\|message\|>Elysia --- Interacting With: Myrila(@Hammerman) & Griffon(@Infichi) --- Elysia looked at the man as he spoke. So, far so good. Sure he thought it was weird for a child to be here but he wasn't going off to tell anyone about her and was talking to her. "I'm Elysia. I am allowed to be here. I'm an adventurer in training and my teacher is here to join with a hero." Any lie was a risk, but so far, despite this guy supposedly being a great adventurer, seemed like he wasn't too bright. How would a lost child end up in this place anyway? Maybe all the talk about adventurers being so amazing was just exaggeration. She was beginning to think that it would be very easy to get away with this until the lady spoke up. Elysia had the hunch that she might know but she never expected the lady would just blurt it out. Upon hearing the question her eyes had gone wide for a moment and her faux-smile dropped but it didn't last long. She switched to a nervous smile and looked down to the ground, "Umm, I was told not to tell anyone but I don't feel comfortable lying. Uhh, yes I'm a demi-human. I'm not from Melromarc and my teacher told me as long as I was in this country I should try and keep it a secret." Elysia looked up at the lady clasping her hands together. "Please, don't tell anyone. I don't like to believe in prejudice but I've heard scary things about what this country does to my kind." It was certainly dangerous to outright admit to them what she was but trying to deny it could've ended worse. May as well play the sweet innocent girl for now.</s> <\|message\|>Cole Smith @Spectral "Well I can't say I know everything about this ritual. I am still just an acolyte all things considered. However I know enough about you too answer those questions. First off Mister Shield Hero. It would seem that you are wondering why we choose you? Well we didn't choose you; fate, or the magic of this ritual did. I don't know what your world is like but I can only assume that you have stories about heroes from another world in yours? Its similar to those except the ritual picks at random heroes, and we work with what we have. Only people that are summoned by those rituals we do like this one allow us to get heroes to use those weapons in your hands. The Spear, Sword, Shield and Bow." Hans explained quickly as he turned to the Bow Hero and his face became a bit more serious, "Well you can try killing yourself but that is something I don't recommend. You're here like it or not. The only way to return home is to defeat the waves. The first one hasn't hit yet but it will soon about two weeks if I remember correctly. There will be many of them spread out across god knows how long. You either defeat them, or you die. Its as bad as it sounds but we're also backed into a wall so blame this world if you must but this is your allotted fate. As I said to the Shield Hero, we did not choose you specifically." Hans stated as the spear hero finally spoke up, her voice loud, and very angry. "What a load of fucking horse shit. Fucking nerds think you can just rip people from their worlds?! What a load of bullshit! From whatever I don't know how to use this stupid pointy stick so I don't got many options in the matter but don't expect me to just help you because I'm some destined 'hero. I expect to be rewarded for my work! You got me? Rin Matsunaga DOESN'T do charity work." growled the spear hero as she slammed the hilt of her spear onto the ground. Hans stepped back slightly and smiled apologetically, "I am in no place to barter. I am not a member of the royal house. The King will see too you if you would follow the guards to your destination." Hans stated as he gestured with his left arm to the door. Cole sighed, and looked over to the spear hero, he wondered just exactly what life would be like from now on...if what they said was true they had no choice but to fight this war for these people. "Guys if what he is saying is true we have no reason to badger him much more. It would be for the best that we just simply meet with the 'King' of the land. We may as well be blowing smoke if we keep going forward." Cole recommended as he chose to lead the way taking the first steps out towards the door to the hall. The soldiers nodded and moved to escort the Sword Hero. The Spear Hero spit on the floor and glared at the two still near her, "Come on you micro virgins you better not waste my time by arguing. Don't know you pricks but I don't see any options other than meeting this king so come on." Rin Matsunaga growled as she moved forward quickly in a very brisk walk. ---- Spear Hero:</s> <\|message\|>Myrila Astinili Hearing the little girl's response immediately made Myrila feel sorry for her. She very well knew how prejudiced some of the kingdom could be against demihumans. She found it to be a foolish notion herself, judging an entire race of people just from their physical form. She had met more unpleasant humans over demihumans, though that might just be because the latter was rare in this country altogether. "It's alright, little one," she said as she bent over slightly, resting her hand on the demihuman's shoulder with a smile. "I wouldn't tell if you don't want to. Your secret is safe with me. With us," she added, giving a 'Don't you dare telling' glare towards Griffon. @Infichi</s>	<\|message\|>Garret Lancaster As the two other heroes start heading towards the stairs, Garret finds himself scratching at the back of his head, sighing at the little information that was given to them. Not to mention the rather… colorful commentary from the spear hero girl. Turning to the older man still standing beside him, he lets out a small sigh before lightly clasping a hand on his shoulder and giving him a small grin. "Well, she seems fun, eh?" Garret says to him, with an obvious bit of sarcasm in his tone. "But anyway, the other two are right in that I think we need to go and see this king. We won't learn anything else if we stay down here, after all." Letting go of his shoulder, Garret then too makes for the stairs after their other two. Thinking back on what the acolyte said about their choosing, he looks to the shield on his arm once more. 'Was me being summoned truly just a random chance?' He thinks to himself, tracing a finger along one of the shields edges as he ponders this thought. 'Or was there more to it?'</s>
<\|description\|>Emerson Renae Striker Nicknames: Em or Emy Age: 17 Appearance: Emerson is a long haired, redhead with freckled very lightly dusted around her nose and cheeks and hazel eyes. Her hair is usually down and messy but she does like to put it up in high ponytails. Emerson stands at 5'6" and weighs about 116 pounds, with a thin and small but athletic build that gives her speed. Em prefers jeans and loose fitting shirts over a tank top and her Joker Converse. Most of the times she wears a zip-up hoodie as well. Personality: Emerson has a wild spirit that is nearly impossible to break. She is a very curious, energetic ball of pure energy. Some may call her hyper but she can be very calm, mellow, and level-headed as well. Being calm and patient in most situations, she stays focused and aware not making snap judgements right away. She is very adventurous and if given the chance she loves to try new things. Emerson tries to avoid making enemies, befriending most everyone she meets and enjoying the company of others, but sometimes her sarcasm gets in the way and she gets herself in a heap of trouble. She is very passionate, sometimes in a fiery way, and loving. Em does come across in a flirty way, but she is also respectful and minds boundaries. Em is extremely polite and soft spoken and doesn't care much for rude, obnoxious, or distasteful people. Although kindhearted and sweet, she can be cold or stern when she needs to be, but prefers not to be. Her nature is often useful when breaking up an argument or settling a dispute, as well as making her a great negotiator. Her communication skills make her trustworthy and a faithful friend, however she can be secretive and lie if she needs to. Skill: Art and Special effects make up Backstory: Emerson was brought up in a low-middle class family by her parents Adam and Lilith Striker. To most people's surprise the two weren't actually married even though they had been together so long and had two children together. They acted and fought like a married couple, causing Em to hide up in the attic sometimes to get away from the yelling. Her older brother, Dani, was always there with her when she was younger to keep her company. Growing up she always wanted to be like him, a lazy goofball that was always a joy to be around. He lightened any mood with his goofy fun personality. Throughout school Em gravitated toward the "weird" people. She had a passion for art and special effects in movies so it became her hobby. Tirelessly working on her own special effects make ups and trying to imitate those of movies, she became really good at it. Sometimes she would help her brother get back at her bullies with the help of her talent. When high school came around for Emerson, she had become an even bigger target for bullying and pranks. When she heard about Mary Clarice she instantly began to look into it. Em herself had heard things while she was in the art classroom afterschool. As she grew more aware of the rumors and stories she joined the club to do further research and help prove or disprove what she could. Other: Anything I should know about your character that doesn't fit any of these fields. Likes • Internet games • Doing make up for Halloween • Learning new effects tricks • Making "monster" parts for costumes • Spending time with her brother • Rainy, thunderstorm weather Strengths • Drawing • Remaining calm and positive in tough situations • Resourcefulness Dislikes • Her computer being taken away • Not having materials for effects make ups • Dry or muggy weather • Being stuck in the house or class all day • Boring teachers Weaknesses • Overly talkative • Easy target for bullies • Hot weather</s> <\|message\|>Spencer Nathaniel Poindexter Spencer stared at the clock as he sat in his chemistry class. Five minutes remained in the class, a class that bored Spencer to death. He sighed and tapped his pencil on his book as he read the problems he had to solve. Spencer's mind wandered around the thought of this year's first meeting in his paranormal investigations club. He smiled a bit at the thought before realizing that he was slacking on his classwork. He took a deep breath and finally worked on the difficult questions. Class finally ended and Spencer excitedly hauled a wagon full of equipment to the room the club met at. He showed up early, jotting down notes and ideas in his beloved notebook. He continued to write as he awaited attendance from his club members. He was excited and it was obvious, a permanent smile stuck on his face.</s> <\|message\|>Joshua Arthur Dela Luna; Nicknames: Josh, Art, Artie (does not prefer this one) Joshua had been spinning his pencil as the teacher continued to speak. Physics class. It wasn't all that boring to be honest; actually it was an interesting subject. But his mind was distracted with the thought that later on would be their first meeting of the school year. While he wasn't as interested as the others on the curse itself, he is admittedly enjoying his time there. With the nightly expeditions and interviewing others, there were so many things to do. Thinking about it, he didn't notice time pass by so quickly. He looked down on his notebook and noticed that he hadn't taken any notes. He looked back up to the teacher who had erased everything on the board. Well crap. Joshua looked at his seatmate, one of his friends, and then signalled to borrow her notes. With a sigh, she gave her notebook to him and he thanked her. They were released from class and Joshua hurried towards the club room. He opened the door and when he saw Spencer, he plastered a grin on his face and greeted, "Heya Spence!" He went straight to one of the chairs and then sitting down on it. He joined Spencer in waiting for the others.</s> <\|message\|>Emerson Renae Striker Emerson watched as the teacher paced back and forth during their PerCalc lecture. Thinking to herself about how much the teacher much love hearing his own voice. Looking from the teacher at her friend, Autumn, in the corner of the class, Em saw she was asleep yet again. That was the second time just in this class! Em nudged the person next to her and nodded at her sleeping friend. "Do you mind, again? Sorry." she whispered in a low voice to keep the teacher from hearing her. The person next to her shook his head and said she should do it herself. Em sighed and wadded up a piece of paper. While the teacher had his back to the class, Emerson threw the paper at Autumn causing her to yell out "The answer is 42!". The whole class laughed and even Em gave a slight chuckle. The teacher however was not amused and told Autumn to stay after class. Feeling bad, but also thinking it would be good for her Em left at the bell. Putting her papers and drawing notebook in her backpack she waved to Autumn and walked out of class. Something wasn't right though. She was forgetting something important today. When she got to her locker it hit her. Today was the first meeting of the year. Emerson grabbed her books out of her locker and bolted to the classroom where the meeting was being held. She was hoping she wouldn't be late. To her surprise, she was only the third to get there. Shaking her head at how silly she felt, she caught her breathe and took a seat, pulling her drawing notebook back out to finish her picture.</s> <\|message\|>Spencer Nathaniel Poindexter Spencer was too excited to wait for anybody else. "Hey, Josh." Spencer greeted, happy to see a familiar face at the meeting. He looked at the two members that showed up. He smiled and stood up. He felt a bit nervous, not really sure what to say to welcome these two to the first meeting. He took a deep breath and stood, closing his notes and sliding them off the table into the chair he sat in. "Hey...uh...welcome to the club. I'm Spencer and I'm glad you came. I guess we're just waiting on anybody else." Spencer said, looking to the clock as he finished. It was 3:04 and the meeting didn't start until 3:15. Spencer went to his equipment and pulled out a few gadgets and tools. "I've got some new goodies for investigations." He smiled, placing some technology on his table.</s> <\|message\|>Zoe Campbell AP Physics was by far the most challenging class that Zoe had ever taken, but she loved the challenge. Much to the girl's relief, it was the last period of the school day. She sat at her usual seat in the back of the classroom, perfectly erect, with her pencil in hand and eyes on the board. However, as her eyes and hands did all of the work, taking a page full notes from the slideshow, she just couldn't prevent her mind from wandering elsewhere. Only a few minutes seemed to go by before the final bell rang, and the sound of chairs scratching the floor snapped her out of her trance. Looking down at her notebook, she saw that the page had been filled with neat numbers and letters, all written in blue ink. After quickly shoving her things into her bag, Zoe hurried out of the classroom and towards her locker to retrieve her jacket and car keys. It was about six minutes after three when she entered the club room. She'd arrived a bit early, expecting to be one of the first there, but she was very surprised when she saw that the room had already been occupied by three others. Taking a quick look around, Zoe saw two boys, one seated and the other placing gadgets onto a table, and a red-head girl who was drawing in her notebook. "I'm not late, am I?" Zoe said nervously, glancing at the time on her cell phone before making her way to an empty seat. She carefully sat her bag on the floor next to her, laying her jacket over top of it before directing her gaze to the technology on the table.</s> <\|message\|>Brody Christopher "Chris" Morrison Brody Morrison --- As Brody listened to the loud (and a little obnoxious) teacher speak about math, at least that's what he thought at the moment. Brody kept to himself, resting on his desk. Luckily, and soon enough the bell had rang and Brody ran like a blur out the door. Brody smiled to himself. He was heading toward his club, and they're searching if the Clarice Curse is real. Sure, teachers and students think they're just crazy nerds, but there's waaaaay too much things around the school that prove something's lurking. Brody placed his ear plugs in his ears, and played a song as he headed toward the club room. He started listening towards the song known as, well, Song 2 by Blur. It was pretty catchy, at least to him. Brody walked into the club room, humming the song. "Uh... hi?" Brody asked everyone else in the room, he glanced around the room nervously. Since almost everyone was here, he wasn't sure if he was late or not. He figured he wasn't, and pulled out his ear plugs from his ears. He scratched the back of his neck. He figured he wasn't and clasped his hands together. "So, what are we up to today?"</s> <\|message\|>Joshua Arthur Dela Luna; Nicknames: Josh, Art, Artie (does not prefer this one) Joshua watched as another entered the room. A redhead. Hm... he was certain he had talked with her at least once, maybe asked her name. Heck, he always did that. He practically knew everyone in his batch. And some from the lower years. It was mostly because he liked striking up conversation with others, and most don't ignore him. Most. Anyway, this girl's name started with E... he remembered that much. She was bullied. He remembered seeing that flash of bright red hair behind a bunch of mean girls before. While normally, he'd step up to at least get the girls off of her, he couldn't. He was late. He later learned that this happened to her a lot of times. Well, maybe he could help her out more now that they were in the same club. With a smile, he waved at her. It was then that Spencer started placing gadgets on the table. Joshua stared at them, with an eyebrow raised. He wanted to ask the most obvious questions. What were these stuff, where he got it and if it was safe and effective to use. Then again, Joshua knew better than to question Spencer. The guy knew his way around tech after all. Then another girl entered, asking a question. "Nah, you're fine. Come on in and make yourself comfy!" He replied with a nod of invitation. The girl sat down on one of the empty chairs and gazed curiously at the gadgets. The another one came in, this time he knew this person. Rather, he was in classes with him. "Heya Brody." He waved at him. He then gestured at Spencer, "No idea. But I bet it's gonna be introducing the curse, what we've all seen so far and what these gadgets do." @jaybreezy@mskennedy615@Chaotic Chao</s> <\|message\|>Spencer Nathaniel Poindexter Spencer smiled as he saw a couple of more people walk inside. "Welcome, welcome! Come on in, guys. Meeting doesn't start until 3:15." He smiled, waving them in. It was now 3:10, and Spencer was getting more excited. He returned to his equipment. "I was just starting to talk about this equipment I got. Way more professional and reliable. We're going to solve some things this year." Spencer proudly smiled, standing up to set up his laptop. He was getting ready to pull up a list of places he wanted to go investigate. The list was opened and he beckoned everyone to come closer so he could show the list off. 1) Arnold House - abandoned farm house in the country 2) Bright Castle - old, abandoned castle in the hills (illegal to visit) 3) Investigate the "Clarice Curse" This list had numerous different notes and explanations for each place, but he highlighted what was important. "As you can all see, I've gotten my three ideas of what to do." He went on and on about the information, practically boring those not interested in the history of each location. But then Spencer got to the "Clarice Curse". "This one...would be a huge investigation as well as a very risky one."</s>	<\|message\|>Emerson Renae Striker Emerson looked up at the clock then closed her notebook and put her pencil down. More people had come into the room and the meeting was going to start soon. Putting away her notebook Em looked at the equipment for a moment, a little unsure but a bit excited at the same time. When the club leader, Spencer, called everyone up she stood up and placed her bag against the chair she was sitting in. She brushed her red hair out of her face and walked over with her hands in her back pockets. Looking at the list she was a bit confused. "So, we're going to be checking out three different locations?" Em spoke softly, but loud enough for Spencer and the others to hear. She didn't want to sound stupid, but she was mainly interested in the curse. However, investigating other places did sound interesting. Maybe she could link something or just find more proof. Emerson went quiet after her question, almost expecting him to snap 'save all questions for the end'. Not that Spencer seemed to be that kind a guy, she just didn't want to cause problems. Em took a step back due to the number of people crowding around the laptop. Close quarters made her a little uncomfortable in groups, mainly because most of the time she was bullied it was a group instead of just one. Spencer gave a grand amount of information about each location and while she was still listening and taking menatl notes, she really wanted to hear about the curse. What he knew or the others knew. When he got to the "Clarice Curse", Em glanced at the group for a second. "Are we going as a whole group or splitting up for each investigation?" she asked, trying to get more information about the investigations themselves rather than the places. Once she found out how they would investigate, she wouldn't hesitate to want to start the actual searching.</s>
<\|description\|>Telamonius Ajax Title(s): Ajax the Greater, Bulwark of the Achaens. Class: Lancer Gender: Female Birth and Death Dates: unknown Alignment: Chaotic Good Catalyst: A fragment of her shield. Personality: A silent, slow speaking warrior, who hides her intelligence behind a facade of being a muscle head. Slow to anger, but fervent in action, she matches the description of an unstoppable wall often used to describe her. She is however, very prideful, being confident in her own abilities, and not without good reason. A warrior of deep burning passion beneath calm icy exterior. Bio: The great Greek warrior that followed Agamemnon to siege Troy, large in stature, second only to Achilles himself, but only in being faster than she was. In the Trojan war, she fought off many opponents, even almost beating down Hector himself, if not for the intervention of the gods. Such was her might, that she managed to hold off an entire army by herself, wielding only an enormous pole. However, when Achilles fell, Odesseus won the rights to his armor, which Ajax resented greatly, thinking he had tricked her out of her rightful prize. For indeed, in her mind there was no one else who could truly say they were strong enough to truly be worthy of Achilles' armaments. Foolishly she turned to drinking, and deep in her cup, slayed a flock of sheep. Feeling remorse and regret at what she had done as well as the dual dishonor upon her, she fell upon her own sword and took her life. Weapon: Spear and the shield, or she might use the sword given to her by Hector after their duel. Parameters: Strength: A Endurance: B+ Agility: B Mana: D Luck: D Class Skills: Magic Resistance: C Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals. Personal Skills: Bulwark of the Achaens: - A personal skill derived from the feats she performed, it allows for her to utilize her usual fighting methods under incredible odds, powering her up the more dire a situation is. As the Bulwark of the Achaens, she was expected to be the 'Shield' that protects all of Greece. Thus, with all the expectations of her to 'Protect', she boasts high defensive qualities normally. Eye of the Mind(False): B Capable of calm analysis of battle conditions even when in danger and deduce an appropriate course of action after considering all possibilities to escape from a predicament. So long there is even a 1% chance of a comeback, this ability greatly improves the chances of winning. Projectile (Spears): B+ Without accounting for her own strength, allows for throwing objects with force rivaling modern weapons in destructive power. When throwing "spears" in particular, a correction is made. Battle Continuation: B As someone who can be stubborn as a mule, it encompasses her sheer bullheadedness and unwillingness to die even if she was killed on the battlefield. Being too stubborn to die sounds exactly like her, many of her comrades would agree. Noble Phantasm: Name:Rho Aias Title: The Seven Rings that Cover the Fiery Heavens Rank: A+ NP Type: Barrier Range: 0 Maximum Number of Targets: 1 Description: A bronze shield covered in seven layers of oxhide in its normal form, an absolute beast of a shield that many would describe as something Ajax would carry around like a wall. Indeed, with her large stature and its size, it has been used before by Ajax the Lesser as cover, while Ajax the Greater would simply defend him. Even in its base form it possesses immense defensive power. When its full name is released, it can be projected as a large shield with seven petals or seven layers, each having the defensive power of a fortress. A conceptual item that becomes an absolute defense against any projectile, though it may still be used defensively against other sorts of attack. Unless you were the absolute brute that Ajax was, who can and will use it to smash enemies. Especially against throwing weapons, it is extra effective. The shield is synonymous with Lancers body, so it will regenerate over time as long as she still has life. Conversely however, damage done to the shield is reflected on Ajax herself. The original of the Rho Aias a certain archer copied, and thus far stronger than the fake. **** Name: Glory of the Unconquered Title: These Unblemished Hands Grasp Victory Rank: D NP Type: Anti Unit Range: 0 Maximum Number of Targets: 1 Description: The undefeated, the unconquered, not once had Ajax been beaten upon the field of battle, nor was she wounded even once. A staggering feat especially considering the Siege of Troy was one the gods took special interest in. Having no assistance from the gods, she performed outstanding feats, almost defeating Hector himself up to holding back an entire army armed with only a large pole. The only one to defeat her was herself and her sorrow. Her strong desire to be the Shield of Achaea along with her feats of never being reliant on the Gods evolved into a form of grudge. It is a curse that crystallized as her body itself, becoming a distant mimicry of a blessing of immortality. It is incomparable to a gift given from the Gods, but still is a burden of the body. A condition of the mind and body that raise her damage resistance significantly as a form of purge defense. As well, a portion of damage received is converted into magical energy and stamina. After all- Ajax is never "injured". Even if harm is inflicted on her, it is to reach an inevitable victory. Name: Frederika Bernstein Title(s): None Appearance: Her family's crest lies upon her chest, and the Command Seals just above it. She tends to wear loose clothing, and short skirts. Gender: Female Age: 22 Alignment: Chaotic Good Rank: Cause:Open Her official rank as far as the Magus Association was concerned, granted as a way for them to encourage her to be more involved with them. While she has good mastery over her family's craft to warrant this title, she does not do well in other fields, and thus this rank was little more than just a title. Objective for the Grail: "Why am I in this? I just want a quiet life!" Command Seal: An equilateral triangle separated at the middle point of each line, with a point at only the right side of each broken line. Personality: Seemingly the stoic, silent type, she was more shy than anything else, unable to really muster up the courage to speak to more than one person at a time. Even then she would just as likely to deflate trying to speak to them. However, this did not mean she was submissive when it came to something she believed in, being rather headstrong if she truly believed in something, nor will she simply give up if she believed she needed to do something. A headstrong, but rather shy person, this would inevitably mean she tends to run off on her own. This did not mean she was averse to cooperating with another however, just that she finds it hard to even speak to people. If she truly needed to, she can and will work as best she could with another, though she still might find it hard to even speak to them. Bio: Her family had always been the reclusive types, though they were known to the Mage's Association, thus she had lived in Germany for as long as she knew, learning her family's secrets and memorizing all the different rituals, the techniques involved in the rituals themselves and even how to condense them. After that, she was supposed to follow in the footsteps of her ancestors before her; travelling around the world to find more to research and assimilate into their craft. They believed that some day they will be able to reach the Root should they manage to fabricate a ritual that allowed them to do so. Considering her family's goals, she did not really engage in anything much that was exciting, like a mage versus mage duel and the likes, until she encountered Executors hunting Dead Apostles. Even then, her involvement in that incident was limited to sheltering the Executors and devising traps for them to use. Perhaps it was just as well, for she, like most of her family, had no real interest in getting involved with the politics of the outside world, much less the politics going on in the Mages' Association. Until, of course, she travelled to America, seeking to research and catalogue the shamans there, and got inevitably pulled into a Grail War without even realising it. --- Magic Circuit Switch: A water droplet falling upon a pool, rippling outwards. Number of Magic Circuits: C Quality of Magic Circuits: A --- Elemental Affinity: Water Magecraft: Formalcraft: A variety of Formalcrafts, ranging from ones passed down and recorded from ancient times to ones the Bernstein family had developed themselves. A simple one could simply be taking a bundle of hair, invoking a name and blowing upon them, while the more complex can take up to a day in incantation alone. One of her best rituals involves absorbing all the prana in the environment and amplify it for further use, depending on what else she drew upon the circle. More often than not, she would usually use that to power something else, though that was rare, considering her relatively peaceful life. Due to their focus in this, her family had streamlined many of these rituals to be far less time consuming, allowing he to enact even more elaborate rituals using just a few people or even with just herself. General Magecraft: The basic of the basics. High speed aria: Allows for faster casting, especially in her family's craft. Item Creation: Due to their focus, it was hard not to dip into this area considering the myriads of rituals that involves making or enchanting an item. Curses: Many rituals also involved these sorts of things, like hammering a straw doll tied with the hair of the target of the curse with a large nail. Thus, she has knowledge of this as well. Crest: Near a thousand years old, it was mostly a collection of rituals, transcribed from foreign grimoires, lists of improvements and a few practical spells like Gandr. Thus, it acts mostly as a library of information for her when activated. A catalogue of spells and rituals her family had collected over generations essentially. Has a portion of its library sealed off. It was no trouble for her to unseal it, but there was several of her ancestors who went mad after unsealing it, before sealing it back with a warning to never open it. It became a sort of a family tradition that the crest would be inherited with words of warning about that sealed section. Trying to access while it was still sealed only gave her a warning and the words "That is not dead which can eternal lie." Weapon: An Azoth sword, fashioned to look like a 14th century style cruciform sword, with the gem in the hilt. It becomes a sword only when it is activated, otherwise, it will be a gemmed hilt with no blade. A jade bracelet, designed to generate lines out of whatever she fed it, whether it be into specific shapes or just plain lines, or even just be lines she can control and manipulate. Exceptional Benefit: Support Magi- 10 average magi follows her, subordinates that served her family. Some are here to exchange their services for learning some of their long list of rituals.</s> <\|message\|>Telamonius Ajax Lancer Ajax Downtown->Forest[ --- "Lancer! A Servant wants to play in the forest! They're a Rider, their stats aren't too impressive but I'm sure they have a trick up their sleeve!" "It doesn't matter." Ajax stood up, a slight smile on her face. "It is a fool move, but one I can respect." Finishing the rest of her drink, and some food, she headed for the window, before carefully grabbing her Master. "Let us answer this call, and see who may be bold enough to issue such a direct challenge. Do not worry, I will protect you should there be treachery, Master." The sheer speed at which she travelled allowed them to reach the forest in a relatively short amount of time, as Ajax remained in her spirit form. It was easy enough to find the challenger, as they weren't trying to hide, but indeed was broadcasting their location brazenly. Seeing the stranger in armor, she set her Master down, before materializing entirely, revealing her massive armor-clad frame, bigger than even the statuesque gorgon of another war. Perhaps the black giant of that war would have towered over her, but in this there seemed none that could even match her size. "I answer the challenge." Was all the words she offered to the challenger. But... Instead of readying her armaments, Ajax simply spread her empty hands, perhaps a show of bravery, perhaps daring the challenger to attack her. Or perhaps it was a challenge to see if her opponent would meet her in bare handed combat.</s> <\|message\|>Hua Mulan Hua Mulan, Forest Area, Sundown Cosmos@GreenGoat@floodtalon It's about time. Rider expects a country inferior to hers to have some sort of redeeming quality, that they would be much bolder and punctual when facing a challenge from another more directly. Sad to say, she was expecting too much. Nevertheless, better late than never I supposed. "You're a big guy, This should be fun." She smirks and cracks her head after seeing the absolute unit before her. "Truth be told, My master sent me to go hunting despite the frigid weather and quite frankly It's not my style to pry on other people's business and never did like straying far away from home. So, I decided an open challenge in the middle of this field to those who are willing." She said, oozing with such arrogance and moxie attitude of a proud warrior. "I don't know what class you are, but it matters not. I'll level with you, seeing you graciously accepted and trouble yourself coming here." Responding to her opponent's challenge to a fisticuffs, Rider happily oblige and performs a swift and fluid movement of her arms and post a stance, seemingly uncommon with the western part of the world, or is it? "I'll be your entertainment for this evening, Let us talk with our fist and fight with honor and chivalry," She said, harnessing the flow of nature, being one with the earth itself. "before we begin, Would it be foolish to know the name of the warrior who stands before me?"</s>	<\|message\|>Telamonius Ajax Lancer Ajax Forest Area --- "No names needed." Ajax stretched for a moment. "It is that kind of war." Short, and concise. She did not show any sign whether the stance Rider took was anything strange, or even if she recognized it at all. Ajax stopped for a moment, as if looking towards the canopy of the forest for something, before turning back to Rider, readying herself for combat. She did not take up any sort of stance, simply opting for a relaxed standing posture. "Come. Defeat me, nameless one, if you can." Master. Remember to be on guard. This Servant shall not harm you whilst I still fight them, but other treacheary might abound, with or without this Servant's knowledge. Whatever tricks this enemy Servant might have and employ, they would find that Ajax would not be defeated that easily.</s>
<\|description\|>Russel Kele Stats & Gear Age: 19 Gender: Male Nationality: Chinese-American Description: The youngest and smallest of five brothers, Russel is the stereotypical nerd, a reclusive computer science major with no friends and practically zero social media presence. Contrary to the belief of his peers, this isn't because he's antisocial. Instead, he takes on the identity of a completely different person online, going to lengths such as digitally creating his own online persona, complete with an avatar to boot. This persona is the polar opposite of Russel, representing the person he wishes he could be coupled with the overcoming of his own personal insecurities. While at first made back when he was 14 in order to seem like a cool guy to the people he met online, it has since evolved into a way for Russel to become a useful person people actually enjoy spending time with, a desire born out of his parents' constant belittling. On the net, he goes by the name of Russ, a 26-year-old mechanic who enjoys traveling, lifting, and all forms of outdoor activities. Of course, Russel has never done any of these things before, so a lot of his "experiences" come from far too much time spent looking up and studying other people who have, as well as having brothers who actually do work out and talk to women. While at first nothing but a mere hyperbole of the "alpha chad," Russ has evolved into a generally positive presence online, open to giving others lifestyle tips and opting to play unloved roles in video games, such as healers and support classes. It helped that his voice was already naturally deep, although he has deepfaked a few times when asked to video chat with his friends. As of last year, Russ has been unable to game with his friends as often as he did in the past, chalking it up to "traveling the world." Of course, it's really because his university classes have made him much busier than he was in the past. This past year alone, he has taken great pains into optimizing his time so that he doesn't disappear on his friends, even going so far as to grind in the late hours of the evening so that he wouldn't be too far behind. After all, what's there not to love about a game where he could actually be the chad he says he is online? Username: Leif Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 183 cm Weight: Yes Voice Pitching: -5 Decorations: Various tribal-style tattoos on different parts of the body. Ears are pierced, but there are no piercings as of now. Appearance: its up there my dudeYou start with 80 points. When applied to HP, MP, or SP, each point consumed grants 10. HP – 12 MP – 5 SP – 13 STR – 20 AGI – 8 END – 10 DEX – 2 LUC – 10Classes: NonePerception: Fantastic Gore: On Pain Setting: 2% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Off Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish</s> <\|message\|>Magdalene Ross Lv. 128 HP: 1210/1210 SP: 1830/1830 MP: 30/30 STR – 1038 \| AGI – 237 \| END – 254 \| DEX – 117 \| LUC – 70 Inspect If there was a physical expression for the concept of seething, Mags would have been the image of a textbook of it. Yea, she knew that her nuclei was probably better in a straight fight than Ames, but it was so much cooler. Well, Mags threw that out of her mind pretty quickly, especially since Ames revealed that this place was actually a Sims money sink. "I unno, it's nice." Mags replied to an embarrassed Ames. She definitely wasn't as brown-nosing as Raime, though. "My virtual houses usually end up as surreal nightmares of hundreds of tables forming a maze to trap people." However, the proposition of freshly cooked bread--even if virtual-- was enough to shift Mags' mood to enjoyment. Damn, she liked bread. Black vinegar was a bit gross as the acidity reminded her more of vomit if anything. However, fresh bread and olive oil. That was a certified classic. Almost immediately taking up the majority of the couch, Mags could finally get some R&R after so much poopsocking.</s> <\|message\|>Stanislaw Kaminski Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw) HP: 2370/2370 MP: 5650/5650 SP: 460/460 Character Sheet Given that he hadn't been with the party proper, Amulak arrived later than the rest to Ames's home away from home. He audibly whistled upon entering, nodding in approval. Confused design elements aside, it was a rather comfy place. Useless for combat, certainly, but as someone with a utility Nucleus himself, Amulak could see the utility in it. An established base could do wonders for restocking and regrouping in otherwise contested or hostile territory for a dedicated group of gankers. Or even just for PvEers exploring uncharted territory. "Very good!" He nodded to Ames, picking a chair to kick back and relax in as he sniffed the delectable aroma of fresh bread. Mmm...hopefully it was a nice rye. "I do not suppose you have beer too? Could do with kicking back with cold one, yes?"</s> <\|message\|>Amelia Marescol aмeℓιa aмeѕ aмeѕ HP: 1920/1920 - MP: 1920/1920 - SP: 1920/1920 _________________ [X] I want a space here. Avatar Appearance Username: Ames Race: Human Gender: Male Height: 176cm \| Weight: 69kg Classes: Warrior lvl 50 (+10% HP \| +10% STR \| +10% END) Animist lvl 50 (+10% HP \| +10% MP \| +10% SP) Ascetic lvl 28 (10% MP \| 10% DEX) Weapon Proficiency: LVL 4 Attributes: HP – 55 (810) MP – 60 (660) SP – 60 (690) STR – 65 (98) AGI – 52 (74) END – 50 (65) DEX – 65 (80) LUC – 70 (78) Abilities: ▶ Power Attack Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack. ▶ Combat Stance Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown. ▶ Double Strike Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. ▶ Sundering Blow Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack. ▶ Reinvigorate Active. 100 MP. Regain 100 SP. Can be used in tandem with Power Attack. ▶ Fluid Power Passive. Power Attack can combo into any offensive skill. ▶ Harmonic Cycles Passive. 5% of HP/SP/MP can be converted into HP/SP/MP. Can be used once per round. ▶ Art of the Split Soul Active. 5% SP and 5% MP per round. Imbue a Weapon or Shield with a portion of your soul, enabling it to float within a 20m radius of you, attacking or defending at your command. This bypasses Equipment slot restrictions. Imbued Weapons or Shields do not grant stats or effects. Funds: 15883 Rishi Item Pouch (Common):* Ankle Bells (dented) * Common Health Potion x4 * Common Antidote x2 Equipment * Main Hand: Water Tiger Hook Sword UC +7 STR +3 DEX + Weapon can be used to Grapple while attacking, at 80% efficacy. * Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C + No extra effect. * Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI + Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%. * Armor: Lacquered Woodplate UC +30 HP, +20 SP, +5 END + Reduce damage taken by wind and water attacks by 50. Increase damage taken by fire attacks by 15. * Arms: Phantom Flame Bangles R +100 HP +3 AGI +5 END + Reduce fire damage by 35. Consume 100 HP to enhance your equipped weapons with magical flames. * Legs: Barbarian Leg Paddings UC +20 HP, +4 STR, +4 AGI + 10% resistance to Restraint effects. * Shoes: Sturdy Sandals UC +5 AGI, +2 DEX + 5% resistance to Knockback effects. Mitigates difficulties of movement on slippery terrain. * Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK + No extra effect. * Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX + x% chance of increasing ally's damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack. * Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C + No extra effect. * Accessory: Perception: Fantastic Gore: Pixelated Pain Setting: 40% Clothing Damage: On Nudity Censor: Personal Profanity Censor: Off Combat Action: Stylish Spell Incantations: Stylish aмeѕ aмeѕ _________________ Ames' heart was warmed with her friends' words, from the simple praise to the more flattering. "Aw, hehe. You guys will have to keep visiting to see my progress." She was definitely the type to take those kinds of simulation games seriously. Many hours were sunk into meticulous housing decoration... although there was once or twice when Amelia did indulge in murder rooms or the like. Still it was all for fun, she never seriously considered it as something to pursue in real life. And even now, it wasn't something to think about - maybe once she logged off, but for the moment they were all still in CaCo and had to plan their next attack! Plan it over drinks, as their mage suggested. "Oh, yeah, one sec." Ames followed Raime into the kitchen area, though she only lingered for a moment to grab a trio of glasses. Britomart was still a bit stiff, and Raime's comment about already having seen them naked had not lightened the mood as he might have hoped, but she was perfectly cordial all the same. "Not at all. Your expertise is appreciated," she said. And while the food was being prepared, Ames returned to the sitting area and dropped a few rishi into each cup, where they transformed into amber colored liquid. "It's like cheap stuff, can't really make complex food or drinks this way but, here ya go." She offered a glass each to Amulak and Magpie. "Once Leif is done doing his doggy business outside, we can plan our next move?"</s>	<\|message\|>Russel Kele sheet HP 2160/2160 SP 2370/2370 MP 20206/2060 (3060) --- Leif kicked back at the ground with his hind paws, letting out a triumphant howl at the completion of his "business." While everyone was chilling out in Ames' Nuclei, the shaman had elected to set up a nice little protective zone around it. It would only keep out monsters, sure, but between Leif's [Boundaries of the Pack] and the ten [Spirit Wolves] he summoned, Leif figured he would at least get a better idea of the surrounding area, much more efficiently through the use of his [Wolfkin Blessing]. He had set up his wolves around the perimeter of his marked zone as well, having ordered them to howl and return if they spot any threats nearby. Turning back into his bipedal form, Leif walked over to Arion, leaning back on his obsidian steed with his arms behind his head. He was always the outdoorsy type, after all, not content to remain confined indoors... of course, that is his excuse. In reality, Leif figured he'd look way cooler if he volunteered to be on guard duty and all. Besides, he never really got to use that ability as much. "Yo, Amulak. Let everyone know I'll be sticking around outside in case some cheeky fucks decide to pay a visit to our little party uninvited." Leif hollered over, knowing Amulak was able to hear him through his weird ass Nuclei. He then chuckled after realizing Amulak probably saw Leif literally pissing around the place. "I can probably do some solo scouting around the area, see if I can flag down more Mora-Sho on the field to get a better idea on who's who and what's going down. Just let everyone know if they're fine with me flying solo. I'll try and go at a steady place so I don't outrange your shit again, eh?"</s>
<\|description\|>Sasha Belov Age: 32 Gender: Male Nationality: Russian Appearance: Sasha is a very large, muscular man. He stands at six foot seven, has pale skin and dirty blonde hair that is kept in a neat buzz cut. His eyes are a gray-ish blue, and usually cold in appearance. They go just right with his perpetual frown. Sasha has several tattoos, one being the simplified bird seen in this picture. Another notable tattoos is a compass that points West on his left chest, and a line of words in Russian on his arm, opposite of the bird. The words are now difficult to read due to a scar from a knife wound that runs right through the middle of them. They say you can tell a lot about a person by the scars they have, and Sasha's tell of a hard, painful life. There's a perfect line going down his lower abdomen, with dots on either side of it, left over from an emergency surgery he had to have to have bullets removed and organs repaired. On his arms, there are several slim, slightly raised scars from fights involving knives. There are an array of bald patches on his legs from where shrapnel from an road mine was removed with a pair of tweezers and rubbing alcohol. The most noticeable are the scars that cover a good portion of his back, slightly raised and faded from several laser surgeries to keep them from hindering his range of motion. They look like they were from some sort of chemical burn. Other: Sasha speaks with a Russian accent. He speaks several European languages fluently, Russian and English being his best of course. Skills: Your usual military training applies. He's proficient with most guns, but is particularly skilled at hand to hand combat. Has been known for one punch knock outs. He also has some experience in leadership. History: Sasha grew up in Kazan, Russia. His mother overdosed when Sasha was 5. He was left to be raised by his father, who fell into depression after the loss of his wife. His father wasn't the kindest, and often times was abusive. After Sasha's mother had died, he had essentially lost interest in being a father. He would often invite his loud and obnoxious friends over to watch soccer games, drink, and play poker while Sasha hid in his room and pretended not to exist. Sasha wanted to get out of the house as soon as he could, and joining the military seemed like the best option. However, Sasha had something of an authority issue when he was younger. His father's poor job of raising him had turned him into a rebellious punk. After six years of service, Sasha slowly lost some of that punk kid attitude. He was eventually promoted to a second lieutenant and given his own, small platoon. They were deployed to Ukraine, where Sasha and his men were given orders that went against his own set of personal morals. When he refused to carry them out, he was threatened with everything in the book: treason, discharge, prison, the works. Instead, he just quit. Sasha and several of his men went AWOL. He picked up work as a mercenary, doing things that he knew he wouldn't lose sleep over. Most of the time, he does dirty work for various governments who didn't want to wait around and get things done the 'diplomatic' way. Sasha was in the middle of a contract job in the Middle East when he disappeared. His men have no idea where he's gone, and they assumed that he was captured by the enemy somehow.</s> <\|message\|>Sasha Belov "A...thing that tried to attack me," Sasha said, not quite sure how to discribe the animal. It was like a big lizard cat. Nothing like he'd ever seen before. Even still, being the realist he was, he had a hard time believing that they had wound up on the script of some scifi movie. Perhaps they were on some obscure island or something. Still, the man had a point. They had no supplies and no way of knowing when they were getting home. If they were getting home... "It's about a quarter mile that way," Sasha nodded in the direction behind him. "We should stick together in groups; there could be more." He glanced back at the group of people still recovering. There was enough of them that they would probably be okay together if the three of them left for a bit.</s> <\|message\|>Ysran Stormreach "If we're going back, we should probably arm ourselves. Whatever you killed may have friends. Upon saying this, Ysran looked around for a stick of some kind. Finding one that seemed an appropriate size, he picked it up and knocked it against a tree a few times. The stick sounded dense and solid. It would have to do. Alright then, lead the way!</s> <\|message\|>Horace Alexander I prompted the two other girls to come along, they did not resist when I grabbed their hands and led the up to follow the man with the bloodied club.</s> <\|message\|>Ysran Stormreach [REDACTED]</s> <\|message\|>Sasha Belov Sasha was silent for most of the short trip back to the clearing he had found himself in. The beast was still there, just as he'd left it. A pool of blood had formed around it's head, and it's leathery skin was flecked with red. Sasha picked the creature up and hauled it onto one shoulder, carrying it like a limp sack of potatoes. "We'll clean it when we get to water," He said. It only made sense. There no use making of mess of themselves here, and they had no tools to work with anyway. Sasha's plan was to find water, and find the type of smooth rocks that water usually formed. Perhaps they could shape a crude knife to skin and carve the beast with. Blood slowly dripped down his bare skin from the creature's mashed skull, but Sasha didn't seem to pay it any mind. With his line of work came a very strong stomach; it took quite a bit to make him queasy. The group then set off again in search of water. As they walked, Sasha noticed a path of pushed down grass that appeared to be made by a herd of some sort. He suggested they follow it. Herd animals would know which vegetation was edible, and their trail would likely lead to water eventually. He took a mental note of which grasses were eaten down along the path, and which plants were left alone. And, as he had thought, the trail led them to a large lake. It wasn't the moving water he had hoped for, but there was sure to be a stream leading off the main body somewhere. This would do for now, and since the sun was starting to get low, they didn't really have time to be picky. Sasha flopped the animal down onto the ground and decided to take charge. He pointed to Ysran. "You, go find some smooth rocks and some rigid rocks and bring them back here. Grind them down on the smooth rock until you have a sharp edge." He then looked to the other man. "And you. I saw a few trees on the path that looked like they had fruit left higher up in the branches. The fruits on the low branches are gone because the animals ate them, which means we can most likely eat them. Go gather some up and be careful not to wander too far." When he was done barking orders at the strangers as if they were his old platoon, Sasha brought himself over to the water to wash the blood from his skin. While the others did their assigned tasks, he would work on collecting dry wood from the banks and hopefully get a fire going before night fell.</s> <\|message\|>Ysran Stormreach Ysran wandered around the edge of the lake, looking for a couple of rocks that could be used. Most were to small, but after some time, he had found a pair of reasonably sized stones. One was smooth, and the other had various ridges all along 8n, like someone had tried to use it before but failed. Ysran spent a few moments rubbing them together until the rigid stone had a sharp edge. Scanning the area, Ysran noticed a stream of water running off of the lake. Running back to the group, Ysran showed the sharpened rock to Sasha, and informed him of the stream down the lake. "I'm going to go check it out, I'll see what I can find there."</s> <\|message\|>Sasha Belov .</s> <\|message\|>Horace Alexander I glared at the man as he issued orders, I didn't like taking orders from anyone specially from someone I just met, but at the moment group cohesion was important for survival. Moving along to do as the man asked I found the trees he had mentioned. They bore fruit that resembled orange strawberries. The fruit of the upper branches was sparse but it would be enough for their needs. The base of the tree split off like a peach tree does so getting the fruit off the higher branches was just a matter of bending the branches and pulling off the fruit. Without hesitation I decided to become the test guinea pig and bit into his first haul. It was a bitter fruit similar to kiwi with a soft sweet after taste, the fruit itself was a little tough and chewy, nut enough that one would have to chew really hard, but enough that it was surprising. Inside each fruit was a hard core that looked very similar to that of a peach. I made a mental note to harvest the seeds to plant some trees of my own in case there was no going back. After gathering enough of the fruit to fill up my arms I headed back to join up with the group. Thankfully I did a lot of walking in the woods through trails so being in a forest and keeping track of my path was not unfamiliar to me. As I headed back the thought that crossed my mind the most was, how are we going to make a fire?</s> <\|message\|>Sasha Belov Sasha grunted a thanks at Ysran as he handed him the rock knife. At the mention of a stream, Sasha nodded at the idea of exploring it a bit. "Just don't wait until dark to come back; we don't know what's out there." He then got to work cleaning to kill while he still had daylight left. He'd gathered a stack of logs and dry tinder to start a fire, which was put on the back burner for now. He took the animal down to the water and began sawing at it with the crude knife. It wasn't easy, but he finally managed to get the hide off in mostly one piece and get the meat cut up into manageable hunks. He washed the excess blood from the meat and hide, then brought it over to the new firepit to set them on the rocks. Now came the tedious task of trying to get a fire going. Admittedly, Sasha had only done this once before, years ago as a Cadette in the Russian ground forces. But he'd watched a few of those dumb reality survival shows, so why not give it a shot? He gathered up some dry grass and frayed it together into a nest. Then, with two rocks, he began to clack away in an attempt to get sparks. About half an hour later, each strike was being accompanied by a frustrated slew of words that could only be swearing in his native language. Sasha was clearly beginning to get fed up with this process. Then, like some kind of holy miracle, viable sparks flew from the rocks and onto the grass. Sasha quickly dropped the rocks and began to tend to the baby flame. He barked at someone to get the fire pit ready for him to transfer the burning grass over. His hands were covered in small nicks from striking the rocks together and missing, and he really didn't want to have to start over again.</s> <\|message\|>Horace Alexander The man called Sasha worked on the meat then got to starting a fire. I was rather impressed at his ability to contribute to everyone's survival. When he finally got a small ember going I rushed to help him set the ember into the fire pit helping him breath life into the fire making sure to constantly provide the fibrous tinder to keep the small ember aglow until it starting taking a life of its own. The fire started up too high, which was good since it would get the thicker logs going. I got the fire going brighter and brighter placing a few more logs each time until the smaller sticks got consumed, now it was just a matter of waiting for the fire to die down and setting the meat on some heated stones. "What do you think we should do about shelter?" I asked the man leaving the fire be. "The fire will keep us warm, but it might draw predators to us."</s> <\|message\|>Ysran Stormreach Ysran ran along to the edge of the lake until he had once again found the stream. Unlike the lake, this water was relatively clear, and fish could be seen swimming along the stream, although these fish didn't look like any fish he had seen before. They were about the size of his hand, just a little bigger, and looked much like a bass, yet they were a strange purple-like color. Ysran was struck by an epiphany at this moment. Sticking his hand into the river, Ysran looked deeply into his own mind, and began to mutter strange words under his breath, as if in a trance. During this time, he felt something strange in his hand. Opening his eyes, he saw there was a fish in his hand, as well as several others swimming in place around his hand. Quickly grabbing as many fish as he could, Ysran looked towards the sun. It was going to set soon. Running back to the makeshift camp was a little more difficult carrying an armfull of fish, but he made it nonetheless. Stepping back into the clearing, Ysran could see thete was a small fire started, and a small pile of sttange berries were next to Sasha. Ysran, taking a few more steps into the clearing, announced: "Look what I caught!"</s>	<\|message\|>Sasha Belov At the mention of making a shelter, Sasha looked up at the clear sky as the sun set. It was turning bright orange, and they would probably only have about an hour of light left at the most. "It might be too late to make one tonight. I don't think the benefit would be worth the risk of rummaging through the woods at night barefoot. We should take shifts keeping watch, but other than that, we may have to make due for now." As it grew darker, it also grew colder. Sasha knew the need for clothes would be pressing soon. Hopefully, it wouldn't get much colder than it already was. The animal hide would take at least a full day to dry, and it certainly wasn't enough to cloth all of them. Being the biggest, he figured it was only fair of him to wait. It would probably take an entire animal to make something that would even fit him. And anyways, he was fairly tolerant to the cold. While the fire burned, Sasha began fiddling with some of the stronger branches he'd found. He found two with forked ends and snapped them in half so that they were each about three feet long. He then began working on sharpening the end of a third. When the fire was burned down to the white hot coals, he staked the two forked branches in the ground, and skewered meat with the pointed one to lay across the firepit. It would have to be turned fairly frequently, but it got the job done. He sat back when he was done, his eyes settling on the shifting light of the embers. It was peaceful, almost. Peace was something that he hadn't felt in a long time. A man constantly at war, Sasha wasn't used to having quiet moments like this. Letting his guard down was always too dangerous. It occurred to him that he hadn't even shared his name with these new people yet. Most people he met didn't care enough to ask, but seeing as he was stuck here for X amount of time with them, it might be worth mentioning. Honestly, it was probably for the best that they didn't know too much about him. Many people found it hard to look past what he did for a living, regardless of his intentions. He was a professional killer, even if he only tried to kill bad people. Not to mention that his work was, more often than not, illegal. But what did any of that matter now? "You, uh, can call me Sasha," He said, seemingly out of the blue.</s>
<\|description\|>Ken Vector Alias : The Kineticist Age : 35 Gender : Male Allegiance : Villain Image : Power Set : Kinetic Redistribution ~The ability to not only halt, but reverse or otherwise redirect the kinetic energy surrounding an object. Example: You shoot him with a bullet. Provided he can see it and knows it is coming, he can force the bullet to stop mid air, and all forward propulsion be directed to a different angle facing, then let it resume its course, under the new directional flow of kinetic energy. ~Weaknesses include the fact he must be able to see, or otherwise predict what is about to happen. Limited not so much by the size, but a piano rolling down a hill will take a lot more effort and energy to kinetically redirect than a bicycle would. Background story (where was your character born ? How did he become a hero/villain ? How was he caught ?) : Ken Vector was born in New York to a scientist mother, and secretarial father. With access to nothing but the best in education, resources, books and toys, Ken grew up a spoiled brat, who could and would get whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Believing that he was superior to other people, he would look down his nose on everyone. Having an entitled upbringing had left him with a strong superiority complex. His vast intellect helped to propagate this, as he took to any and all classes really well. He didn't care he had nothing in the way of social skills. People were just tools for him to use to help him get to and achieve whatever he so desired. Wanting to further prove himself, he went on to become a Professor in Kinetic Energy, if for the title and nothing else, having a natural knack for physics. Soon after this, the Dean of the University tried to have him kicked out due to attitude and negligence of behavior. Since this had been the first time Ken had actually not gotten his way properly, he lashed out at the Dean. Security was called in. When one tried to jump onto him, Ken had just looked at him, and the guard went flying backwards. Another guard tried to punch Ken, but with a stern look, the flying fist suddenly changed direction, but not facing. The wrist proceeded to snap, and break the guards nose at the same time. Not knowing how it had happened, but understanding the concept, Ken used it to beat the Dean within an inch of his life. It was not long after this, that Ken Vector went out into the world, and became known to the tabloids as 'the Kineticist.' He had no objections to this name, and embraced it. Still believing himself to be the best, he would go out of his way to test himself, his powers, and the so-called-heroes. When the virus hit, Ken was left largely untouched. This did nothing but further stroke his ego. It was his arrogance and over-confidence that got him captured by the aliens when they struck. believing he could take them on, he got overwhelmed and apprehended, being one of the first super powered individuals to do so. Ever since, he has been quietly planning and plotting his revenge. None made him look weak and foolish. He would prove he was superior to these plebiscite aliens, and make them pay. But first he had to figure out how to escape his confines... Nemesis (the alias and username) : Nemesis's story (how did they meet ? who won ? etc. This should be coordinated with the player that is your nemesis) :</s> <\|message\|>Daren McDonnell Portal had to teleport into the cell to retrieve D'ren. As soon as she reached down to grab his shoulder, The Infamous sneered and reached up, taking hers, gripping her bicep tightly in an attempt to cause her pain, and also bypass the collar that restrained his ability. The latter didn't work, despite his strain. She teleported him out of the cell and D'ren tried to throw her at the bars while breaking for the exit, but stopped when he saw Dream-scape in her cell. He just stared at her, as if remembering something. " Don't remind me. It was not my call. " Portal said as she walked back to the group but then she stopped mid-way and looked back at the villain and said " Call me "hot-stuff" one more time and you'll wish you were dead. " Broken from his trance, D'ren glanced back at Portal and nodded with a mischievous grin. Portal looked at everyone and rose her voice over the alarm. " Ok. I don't care who you are or were before the war and I don't care if you hate each other. Right now, there are two options for each and everyone of you. Follow me, escape and then pay back these uninvited guests we have on our planet... or escape on your own. " she let the words hang a little in the air for effect and then continued speaking " But. Let me tell you that you won't make it far. We've got bogies coming in hot and without your powers, your nothing against an army. Now. Let's move out. Those that want to take your chances, be my guests. Everyone else, follow me. " D'ren turned to Portal, and then Elis. "Get this bloody thing off me," he scowled, pointing at the collar restraining his power. They ignored The Infamous and he groaned but turned to see Portal teleporting Dream-scape from her cell. D'ren was already moving toward his arch-rival before Portal had even ordered someone to pick her up. "She'll live," he grumbled before grabbing Dream-scape by her collar and hauling her to her feet. "Let's go, bint. Looks like I finally got ya, eh?" As everyone ran, D'ren basically dragged Dream-scape through the corridors, causing her to listlessly stumble a lot. When they got to the exit, D'ren stopped in his tracks, staring through the hole in the wall at the chaos and death. He nodded slowly with a smirk. "This is what I'm talkin' about," he said, and as a Portal offered him his sidearm, D'ren removed the young woman's combat knife from the sheath on her thigh and grinned at her as she spoke of betrayal. "Sod off." D'ren followed the others outside and threw Dream-scape down into the dirt so he could turn and plunge his confiscated knife deep into the neck of a charging Skit. "Yeah!" he snarled with as much viciousness as he could possibly muster into one syllable. "Ye like that?" The creature squealed in agony as The Infamous Irishman twisted the combat knife's blade back and forth in the guard's neck, releasing a couple gallons of goo onto his hands and arms. After that, D'ren saw a shack a few meters out of the way. He knew that was where the aliens had placed the heroes' and villains' outfits. Their weapons had been kept somewhere else, or destroyed... He glanced back to Dream-scape. "I'll be right back. Don't die on me. If anyone's gonna end ya, it'll be me." D'ren ran off to the shack, killing another Skit. But this time, he had to dodge a couple energy blasts from an alien sidearm. One of the blasts scraped his left arm. Grimacing in moderate pain, D'ren lunged at the Skit, driving the blade into the Skit's eye, all the way to the hilt. Once inside, D'ren rummaged around for something for a minute before exiting. When he did, he was very upset. Apparently the Skits had moved his leather duster to another shack after he was stripped of it in processing. He glanced around, wondering where it could be. There was no way he was going to leave that in there. Noticing another enemy, he hurled his knife at a Skit that was looking back and forth between D'ren and Dream-scape. He may or may not have been thinking about her safety... The knife flew end over end and stuck into the creature's side. It shrieked in agony and removed the blade with one of it's many claws. By the time it looked up, D'ren was running at it, ready to leap and land on its wounded body. But a nearby soldier shot the Skit in the head with a rifle. D'ren came to a skidding halt by the Skit's body, and then punched the soldier in the head and took his rifle. "Idiot." He also bent down to recover the combat dagger he threw at the now-dead Skit. D'ren then went back to Dream-scape. "Let's bugger off," he said, picking her up by her arm. He turned and nodded with a scowl at Portal and her soldiers and heroes, "They don't need us...though admittedly, probably for different reasons." Dragging her away from the group, The Infamous headed for an exit he thought was unguarded. It wasn't. @Timemaster</s> <\|message\|>Ollie Hart Looking around at the others Ollie saw Quinton; It was fair to say that they had not seen eye to eye on more than one Too many to count occasion. Ollie turned to his 'rival', "Mr Quinton, I think it would be best for us to put aside our little quarrel for now, and focus on our escape." Ollie agreed to run; "I will follow you, after all, Sun Tzu did say 'He who will win knows when and when not to fight, and right now, I do believe, that it is in our best interests to run." Ollie stated. Once The weak woman had been picked up, he moved up with Portal. His fitness had firmly declined, Leaving him breathing heavily after not too long, He had never shot a gun in his life, "It can't be too hard right? Just point and shoot." Ollie was surprised When Ollie caught sight of the destruction that the alien onslaught had caused; If they ever had a chance escaping, it had now become minimal. He caught one of the pistols that the soldiers had thrown one over to him. Ollie had never been more wrong. He pointed at one of the skits until its head were the sights and pulled the trigger. His body jumped when it produced a loud detonation, but within a moment the alien had fallen to the ground not dead but slightly crippled, He fired again, this time aiming for a bigger target, the chest, Causing the alien to crumple to the floor. "I must say I might use one of these more often, You best watch out Mr Quinton." He said with a smirk. He applied the same method again and again, Aiming for a weak point in their structure, The head in this case, And pulling the trigger, He considered these aliens corruption incarnate, which just made it easier for them to die. He was just about to fire his last shot before he heard a something moving a few steps behind him. He turned just to make sure it was nothing, as he realised it was an alien he moved his pistol hand into position, half blindly firing, half aiming. The bullet looked just to graze portal's arm, before penetrating the chest of the creature, Causing it to fall back, another shot hit the alien, Before one of the inmates threw himself at it."You save my life, and I shall help you keep yours. Consider my debt repaid, my apologies about your arm, I'm still getting used to this pistol," he said throwing it at the head of another skit, that was coming closer, knocking it off balance a bit "I do believe that is a sign that we should evacuate the area, We are currently diving head first into a shitstorm that has no end in sight." he picked up another pistol from one of the dead soldiers and continued shooting. Samurai @Timemaster</s> <\|message\|>Elis Saal Elis just got brushed off in a casual, off-handed manner, and it really upset Elis, who had even lost her screwdriver as the woman totally teleported her out without consent or permission. She was clearly annoyed by the way she had just been thrown to the wayside as if she was just another head of cattle to be used to feed their goals. Elis did not enjoy people that were just here because they would 'give the aliens a headache'. "You know, you are quite a callous bitch, you know, hot-stuff? Maybe your goal is to just rescue people for the sake of having more people to throw at the aliens in an attempt to actually do something, but don't tell them that. Just lie, tell us you are here because the aliens are evil, because holding captives is an injustice, because any bullshit you can pull out of your ass other than what you actually said. Because motivation is the most important aspect of any break out and you have really killed mine" She looked over her machine, which still did not look anything remotely worthwhile, and sighed, slowly following the people as they broke out. One suave guy threw a knife at an alien and other stuff happened, but Elis was more interested in her bundle of scrap. It was going to work, she just had to make it look better for those who judged it solely on how it looked.</s> <\|message\|>Quinton Hayes His arms shook visibly from lack of nourishment and he ran off of no more than adrenaline. A pistol flew his way and he caught it in his grasp; using a firearm was no issue for him, thought it had been some time since he had need of one. If muscle memory serves him right, all he had to do was aim and pull the trigger; he hoped it worked. No hesitation stunted the smooth raise of his arm and the first pull of the trigger. Hot lead left steaming holes in one of the alien's neanderthal shaped heads. A smoking gun in his grasp, his head turned to Ollie. "Stop calling me 'Mr', and why you still talk like you retarded or somethin'?" He quick-swtitched between several aliens while firing bullets until those in front of him were dead. He turned back to Ollie with his gun smoking and the bodies piled up. "You know I'mma beat that ass when we get outta here, right?" He looked for an exit amidst all the gun smoke.</s>	<\|message\|>Ken Vector Waiting for the roiling nausea wave to pass, Ken slowly righted himself. That girl who had 'rescued' him. He wanted to know how her abilities worked. Something like that could be very interesting if it could somehow be manipulated. It was his ultimate goal on Ignis as well. Learn how to control and manipulate her abilities. Since both Ken's and her abilities were born of energy, it stood to reason that there could be some logical leap to cross-collusion between the forces. But for now, there was the situation at hand. Ken Vector had quietly followed along behind the group, deliberately not drawing attention to himself for once. He had an idea in his head. A half baked one admittedly, but half a plan was better than none. So he followed along. He didn't bat an eye at the death and carnage that had met him as they went through the breach. Those too inferior and insignificant to live deserve their fate of death. Death was the ultimate insult as far as he was concerned. Morons. Bending down, he scooped up a gun from one of the fallen humans. Seemed like a standard pistol of sorts. Hiding behind cover, he sat there, careful to make sure no extremities were showing. A fire-fight like this was beneath him. Why dirty himself and mar himself with plebian weapons. He would let the other handle and deal with this, and then walk on the path they cleared for him. It was their right, no, their job, to facilitate this escape for him. He would do no such thing as make himself so base and vile as to stoop to their level. Firefights were for grunts.</s>
<\|description\|>Carnel Novell Sex: Male Age: 19 House: Dark Magician House Duel Disk: A dark brown body with a purple blade. Personality: Carnel is normally seen as a chill and polite guy, perhaps best described as being a gentleman. Wherever he goes, he greets people with kind smiles and polite greetings. If disputes happen around him, he usually takes the time to try to defuse them and make everyone smile again. He may even make an occasional joke if the situation is appropriate. Underneath, however, Carnel is a guy who is easily irritated. Rarely does he find someone he thinks he can trust, and dislikes a certain label that was often placed on him at home. While he maintains a calm demeanor, oftentimes there is a twitch that gives away that part of his nature, usually an eyebrow twitch or a sudden clench of his fist. History: Carnel was born into a rich family, and given anything his parents could give him. Food, clothing, toys, you name it. He grew in such a fashion along with his older brother, Vincent. One day, a special gift was given to him: his very first Duel Monsters deck. Carnel was curious as to what it was at first, but as he learned more about Duel Monsters, he was ecstatic. As he grew, his love for Duel Monsters grew as well. His brother had taken Duel Monsters as a career and grew to be a famous Duelist. Carnel wanted to be like his brother, and use his love for Duel Monsters for a career in the pro scene. Many saw this as Carnel wanting to catch up to his brother. As a result, they began to compare Carnel to his brother, and it was the same wherever he went. At first, Carnel didn't mind, but as time passed, Carnel began to notice this, and saw how few people recognized his own achievements. It was always "Vincent's brother" this and "Vincent's brother" that. Carnel couldn't stand it. Eventually, he managed to secure an application to Saotome Duel Institute, where he planned to carve his own path, hopefully without being compared to his brother again. Wish: To be recognized as a Duelist, and not a person in the shadow of his brother. Spell Card Name: Grinding Levels Type: Normal Effect: Return 1 "LV" monster from your hand to your Deck. Draw 2 cards. Monsters: 19 Destiny Hero - Plasma x 1 Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV8 x 1 Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV6 x 2 Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV4 x 2 Grinder Golem x 1 Lava Golem x 1 Jinzo x 1 Cardcar D x 1 Cyber Valley x 1 Dandylion x 1 Spell Stryker x 2 Spirit Reaper x 2 Battle Fader x 1 Cosmic Compass x 1 Elemental HERO Stratos x 1 Spells: 16 Pot of Greed x 1 *Grinding Levels x 1 Level Up! x 1 Scapegoat x 2 Mystical Space Typhoon x 1 Fires of Doomsday x 2 Fiend's Sanctuary x 2 Swords of Revealing Light x 1 Pot of Duality x 2 Forbidden Lance x 2 Level Modulation x 1 Traps: 5 Royal Decree x 3 Trap Stun x 1 Breakthrough Skill x 1 Prime Material Dragon x 1 Forbidden Chalice x 1 Forbidden Dress x 2 Raigeki x 1 Waboku x 1 Effect Veiler x 2 Ghost Ogre & Snow Rabbit x 1 Scapeghost x 2 Mirror Force x 1 Dark Bribe x 1 Marshmallon x 1 Marshmallon Glasses x 1 Pot of Greed E-HERO Stratos Scapegoat Battle Fader</s> <\|message\|>Fyodor Leo Konstantinovich (insists on being called 'The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell'. Yes, in full.) "Curses. Came on too strong, maybe made him think I wasn't cool..." lamented The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell as Panik simply stepped away from him. Beneath the helmet there was certainly an expression that appeared as soon as the action field appeared. He stepped to the side as he felt a rising tree brush up against where he stood earlier. The usual glow of the solid light duel disks were nothing compared to the blackness of this night. The only truly visible things were the heads and cards of these creatures of the night. "A world cloaked in darkness, lit only by the Morningstar himself..." solemnly though with a noticeable touch of glee, spoke Fyodor. He nodded as the Player Killer of Darkness made his gesture, although he could not see the gesture he certainly heard it. Drawing five cards Fyodor carefully examined what he drew before deciding on his plan of action. "I activate Foolish Burial." declared The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell as he selected Plaguespreader Zombie from his deck to be sent to the graveyard. There was a deep moan as Plaguespreader Zombie was entrapped below the forest. "Now I will summon Mezuki." There was a loud whinny as the manhorse appeared somewhere in the darkness. "End."</s> <\|message\|>Carnel Novell So this is a Pro Duelist's strength... Carnel thought to himself as he saw the state of the field. He was driven into a corner, faced against a 3000 ATK monster. His backrow was almost decimated and his monster zones were restricted. All in all, things did not look great. Still, he was not defeated yet. Neither of them had even taken damage, after all, and now it was Carnel's turn to turn the tide. "My turn!" Carnel said, drawing a card. His eyes lit up as he saw what he had drawn, and announced, "I play the Spell Card: Pot of Greed! This allows me to draw 2 cards!" As the green pot appeared on the field, Carnel drew his next two cards, and the pot was quick to shatter once its effect was used up. After examining the two cards he had obtained, he quickly decided on a course of action. "First off, I activate the Spell card: Mystical Space Typhoon!" Carnel said, revealing the card. "And the card I wish to destroy is Ojama Country!" As soon as Carnel activated it, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew in, ravaging the mushroom houses and the landscape itself, returning the scene to the normal school area and dropping Ojama King's ATK back down to 0. The Ojama King cried as it saw what had been done to its home. "I'm not done yet, though! By Tributing Spirit Reaper, I summon Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV6!" Carnel declared, the metallic bird-like dragon appearing with a screech. Pointing at Ojama King, Carnel commanded, "Horus, attack Ojama King!" Horus gathered a ball of dark flame within its beak, then discharged it at the white blob, who cowered in fear at its impending doom.</s> <\|message\|>Fushi Ryunosuke, Phantom Duelist of Saotome Academy Bug "A weak open is indicative of a weak opponent. Maybe I was wrong about you. Draw." he took a look at the card he drew, smiled menacingly, then put the card in his hand. "I'll normal summon the monster card, Castle of Dark Illusions!" he stated. Flying over head, materialized a flying castle, looming ominously in the night sky. "Next, I'll play the spell card, Double Summon! It allows me to summon an extra card this turn. I choose the card Slate Warrior! Arise." A humanoid creature materialized from underneath the flying castle. "They aren't staying for long. Now! Witness for the first time, a new summoning method! I offer up my Castle of Dark Illusions and my Slate Warrior! Link Summon! Link 2, Palace of of Dark Illusions!" Panik rose his hand as Slate Warrior was drawn into the symbol on Castle of Dark Illusions, coalescing as mist surrounded them. The Player Killer of Darkness too had vanished, and in his place, the silhouette of a large, palatial building floating in the air, though the other duelist no where to be seen. The castle disappeared for a moment, reappearing on top of the Ghoulish Rider's monsters. A single bomb was dropped on top of Mezuki. Palace of Dark Illusions (SW SE) DARK Fiend-type Link monster 1930 / LINK - 2 2 Flip Monsters If this Link Summoned card destroys a monster by battle and sends it to the graveyard, special summon 1 fiend-type flip effect monster from your hand, deck, or graveyard in face-up defense position. Monsters in this cards linked zones gain the following effect. •Once per turn: You can change this card to face-down defense position. The duelist nodded as he took the 2300 damage from his zero attack monster, shrugging off the damage as if it were nothing. All that was left defending him were two set cards: One monster, and one spell or trap. In spite of his massive disadvantage in life points, he didn't seem entirely defeated, even seeing that Horus had the capability to level up, and he indeed knew level monsters. Carnel allowed himself a small grin of triumph. The Pot of Greed proved to be a lifesaving draw. However, the Duel was not over yet. Carnel still needed to make preparations for a possible return comeback. "I won't take any chances against you, Manjoume," Carnel said. "Before I end my turn, I activate my face-down card: Royal Decree! This negates all other Trap cards on the field-" "-san da" the big-haired duelist added. His own face-down activated. "I chain in response, Ojamable. It allows me to Special Summon any Ojama monster that was destroyed by battle this turn. Because it activates first on the chain, it is not negated by Royal Decree. Not that you didn't know. Come back, Ojama King in attack mode." Once again, Carnel found three of his monster zones blocked off. "-Also, during the End Phase, if Horus has managed to destroy a monster by battle, it rises in Level and enters its final form!" Carnel explained. He then began to chant, "Dragon of magic-repelling hide, lay waste to your foes! Level Up! Arise, Horus the Black Flame Dragon LV8!" Horus began to glow a brilliant white light, morphing into the shape of a true dragon, and as the glow subsided, the metallic dragon let out a half-screech, half-roar as it completed its transformation. "And with that, I end my turn," Carnel said. The trenchcoat wearing man drew his next card. "Flip summon." he answered, smiling. Suddenly, the environment felt slightly colder, as a snowman appeared on the field. Once again, this monster had zero attack points. As it was summoned, Horus had become covered in a block of ice before shattering. "I too have the card Pot of Greed," he answered, "but I don't have it in my hand. Instead, I'll activate the card Terraforming! With it, I can add one field spell from my deck to my hand. I'll choose Ojama Country! Battle."</s> <\|message\|>Taiyo Hoshimi After his opponent's turn, the Swords of Revealing Light faded, their time up. Time that he would now make sure was not spent in vain. "Oh? I guess we have different ideas of skill." As Taiyo drew his next card, before he even glanced at it, he activated one of his face-down cards. "I activate the trap card Archfiend's Roar! For a mere 500 Life Points I Special Summon my Archfiend Emperor! Take your throne once more, Lord of Horror!" The fallen form of the ruler of all Archfiends rose from a dark portal that had appeared on the ground, once again ready to battle. "Next, I'll use my monster's effect. By banishing the Archfiend General in my Graveyard, I can destroy your monster. And thanks to the effect of Archfiend's Roar, my monster can't be tributed, rendering Archfiend Reverse's effect useless." Once again, the crimson blade of the Archfiend Emperor came down onto Archfiend Reverse, cleaving it in two. "Next, I activate my second trap card, Shapesister!" From the ground rose a lady of liquid stone, taking to the size of the titanic emperor. "My Shapesister is a Level 2 Trap monster, and is also considered a Tuner. Now, for the card in my hand..." Glancing at it, Taiyo's eyes lit up. This turn couldn't have gone any better. "I Special Summon Archfiend Commander. In order to do this, I must destroy one Archfiend monster I control, so Archfiend Emperor returns to the depths once more." As the Archfiend Emperor, First Lord of Horror once again sunk back into the portal of darkness, the realm of Pandemonium around them fluctuated with power. "Which allows me to bring an Archfiend monster to my hand that has lower levels. So, I add Archfiend Heiress to my hand!" With two cards in his hand, he shuffled them. "Now I remember you commenting on how I should have Synchro Summoned a monster this duel. Well, I hope it was worth the wait. Tuning the Level 2 Shapesister with the Level 6 Archfiend Commander..." Shapesister dissolved into two rings of flame, while the fiendish commander turned into six black stars that aligned within it. "A dragon with the heart of an Archfiend. Take witness to the power that channels burning hellfire. Synchro Summon!" From the rings and stars burst forth a dragon of red and black, similar to a signature card of a great Turbo Duelist. "Hot Red Dragon Archfiend!" As the large dragon loomed above Taiyo, for the first time during the duel he smiled confidently. Fire began to swell within the dragon's claws. "Hot Red Dragon Archfiend attacks you directly! Scorching Scarlet Flare!" With those words, the dragon dived down towards Tsunozuka and struck him directly. "I think I'll end my turn by setting a monster."</s>	<\|message\|>Carnel Novell "When my opponent decalres a direct attack, I can Special Summon Battle Fader from my hand to end the Battle Phase!" Carnel declared, the creature appearing on the field. As Battle Fader's pendulum-like appendage swung from one side to the other, Manjoume's attack suddenly began to fade, and his monsters were back on his side of the field as if nothing had happened. Carnel was glad to have had that card in his hand, as it saved him by the skin of his teeth, but that was the last of his defenses. It was in Defense position, but it still had only 0 DEF. If Manjoume Summoned more monsters, it would mean the end for him.</s>
<\|description\|>Ciell Macci Pilot Age: 17 Home world: Tranquility Appearance: A life dedicated to training has left Ciell with a lean, athletic form. An albino, her skin is chalk-white, her long hair a similar color, and her eyes holding a red-violet hue. She has a hard gaze and straight posture, like a soldier constantly at attention. Despite this, she's prone to wearing civilian clothes when things are quiet, however no matter what the outer layer, she's never without the form-fitting pilot suit below it all. Personality: Cold and dismissive to anyone that isn't her superior, compliant and dutiful to all others with an underlying layer of competitiveness beneath everything. Ciell makes a good soldier and little else. Though not prone to recreation, she took up dance in her early teens as an approved extracurricular exercise by her mother. History: Ciell's parents were exceptional pilots, with both the passion and skills to excel in their suits. However bad luck proved to be the stronger force when her father's prototype mech malfunctioned, resulting in a detonation of its core and the death of both himself and the nearby scientists monitoring his run. Shortly after, Ciell was born and her mother decided early on the girl was fated to be pilot. But unlike her father, she would not be dabbling in technology that she could not directly control, and thus she was relegated to the Paladin-class. For years when she wasn't running simulations, she was training under the iron fist of her mother's regime. This worked until she was fifteen, when Ciell suffered a sudden and crippling anxiety attack whilst piloting. Psychologists were quick to point the finger at her mother's harsh parenting, but Ciell claimed that the AI integration had been the source. With no agreed-upon cause, the girl was released and continued training without incident for the next two years, until present. Mech Planet of origin: Tranquility Model: Paladin Preferred weapon(s): The Mirror: An inward-curving field of visible magnetic energy that hovers close behind the mech and travels from one shoulder to the other. Upon activation the Mirror's ideal function would be to draw an incoming projectile into one end of the field, use its momentum to slingshot it across to the other end and rocket it back towards the direction of origin. However, the Mirror is experimental, and in addition to being useable only in instantaneous bursts, the system as a whole has a chance to falter. In such cases, the projectile could burn up in the field, break away and travel in an unintended direction, or simply be unaffected and damage the mech directly. As well, the Mirror is only capable of reflecting projectiles from the front, attacks from the side/behind will be unaffected. Mech Axe: A single-bladed energy axe, with a staff that runs roughly the height of the mech. The back of the blade as well as the end of the axe are equipped with boosters designed to propel swings against heavily armored targets for a chance at causing more damage, as well as adding to the Paladin-class mech's inherent mobility. Systems Package: No Upgrades Available AI: Yes AI name: Eckerd AI personality: While originally designed to be a snappy and sarcastic unit, after Ciell's incident two years prior, Eckerd's core personality was overwritten. Now the AI serves the same managerial purposes, minus any and all emotion. As such, the AI/Pilot mental mesh turns Ciell's mind into a veritable machine, capable of analyzing both the minute systems of her mech as well as the battlefield in perfect synchronization.</s> <\|message\|>Hayden Welles He hopped out of his mech running over Ciell's platform he stepped on beside her as his descended first. He extended a hand to her. "Good match, your as good as they say... I know you think I'm an ass. Your a good pilot and I respect that your serious and dedicated. If your looking for a squad your always welcome in mine." He told her as her platform sunk down. "You should have won, only difference here is I know how to take on your mech. My mother designed them, I know the weak points it's speeds and everything. If it was anyone else you would have won, just think about my offer. Your to good to end up in some forced together rookie squad." He waved and walked away. He was greeted with a sudden hug from his sister. "Look at that baby bro is grade A pilot!" She released him and punched his shoulder. He grinned messed up her hair with his metal hand. They both laughed. "Yeah I did pretty good, though the left arm is in bad shape the kick really messed it up." Hayden told her as the techs start repairs the junior technicians helping the older ones.</s> <\|message\|>Ciell Macci Hayden was perhaps the last thing Ciell wanted to see when she stepped out of her mech, but nonetheless there he was. Whatever haughty tone he held before over the comms was gone, replaced by some sudden and suspicious respect. There was no chance she was going to buy that, there were less gracious winners than there were losers. Her eyes went to his outstretched hand, and then briefly flicked down to her own hand, which had not yet ceased to bleed, and before she could decide whether or not to match his faux-sportsmanship her platform continued down. "Do not get used to this," she muttered, before descending away. A medic at the bottom was ready, but as soon as he began wrapping her arm she snatched the gauze and walked away. There wasn't time to stand around being seen to like some child, the bleeding wasn't awful and if she needed further treatment later she'd go and get it herself. For now, there was only one thing on her mind, training. Her reaction time hadn't been fast enough, she should have been able to swing faster, maneuver quicker. Her victory should not only have been assured, but it should have been flawless, every simulation and duel before pointed towards perfection, and yet here was a mark on her record. From a farm boy. A farm boy that was her squad leader now. That was her position, dammit, everything had led up to her leading the team, her leadership skills, her tactical prowess, and now what was she? Another body in a unit? The sower of glory to be reaped by another? It was worse than insulting, it was humiliating. It was outside of the gym that she encountered her mother, standing with her arms crossed as though she'd expected to see her daughter there. No, not as if, that was exactly the case. As a mech Ciell was deadly, as a person, predictable, especially to her mother. Like a soldier she came to a stop before the taller woman, head cast down to avoid the cold, hard eyes observing her. "I'm not going to explain why I'm disappointed with you. You'll be sparring with the volunteers I've gathered for the rest of the day. If you're going to bleed, you're going to get something out of it. Go." Ciell only nodded, walking past and into the training room. Within the small boxing ring were a group of students, fellow classmen she only vaguely recognized, people she'd beaten previously or others who had challenged her and been declined. All of them looked to her like vultures would a carcass, grins spreading a few lips, grimaces others. She could not lie to herself and think that she had a chance sparring all of them one after the other, but Ciell was good with facades, and as long as she could still stand it would be her number one priority to remind her opponents why they held their grudges in the first place. As the feeling came back to her hand she clenched it into a fist. Pain sizzled in her veins, ached in her bones, and blood leaked between her fingers onto the floor. It was going to be a long day.</s> <\|message\|>Hunter Monroe Hunter worked his way into the cafeteria, during his walk he had a decent conversation with Farid about their home worlds. Both almost completely different, yet both students would be fighting in similar ways. The two went their separate ways when they got in lines for the food. It seemed no matter where you were from these places were the same. Long lines and strange food. Though even though the food was a bit strange and actually smelled fresh, it was nice to see a somewhat familiar life style. Hunter sat down with a plate full of fruits, he's had canned fruit once before, but they were expensive to ship so it was normally protein rather then fruit. Hunter took a bite of what he assumed to be water melon. "Holy shit... This is awesome..." Despite he was going to school to learn to fight a war he enjoyed it. It was nice to see new worlds, meet new people, though he was skeptical on a few things. He'd have ot figure those things out as the days went on though.</s> <\|message\|>Hayden Welles Walking up to the lunch line he took a seat across from Hunter and smiled. "Hey watch the monitor their going to do a rerun of my match from." He told the other boy as he took a seat. "Tomorrow I'll take you down we can get some practice in the simulation center. You'll be able to master basic combat and movement their. Also did you here they are moving up posting for squad leaders. Tomorrow we will know whose going to be in a unit and whose commanding them. Of course it's up to the students to pick who they want for their squad leader." He told the boy in front of him as they ate. The monitors in the room buzzed to life and cute blonde appeared on screen smiling at the camera. The same could be said for all the monitors in the school. "Hello fellow students! I'm Melody Turner here to tell you about today's most exciting news!" The young girl cleared he throat. "First off I'd like to welcome all of you from off world to our planet and school." The camera panned back to focus on Melody. "However in other new's today, the son of one of leading scientists Doctors Welles placed his first official win against front runner and local prodigy Ciell Macci. The young man in question is none other than amputee victim, Hayden Welles who lost both an arm and a leg fighting to defend his home. Managing to take down two UP-DC Scarlet Hunter class mechs with only a Knight class mech and farm equipment the young man is considered to be an up and coming pilot." As she spoke it showed some of the recorded scenes of a Knight firing a modified cloud seeder that propelled hundreds metal balls at low enough speed through the mechs shields killing the pilots. Inside before he hit by multiple blast from a orbital pattern laser that destroyed the mech with Hayden inside it. The news show flicked away but a replay of the Arena match between Hayden and Ciell was replayed. Teachers voiced over talking about inherit benefits of Haydens strategy and maneuvers. They also discussed how it was still a surprise victory while Hayden has yet to become an expert his focus in battle was perfect. His use older more proven tech had brought him victory. However they stated that if Ciell could learn to fight in Knight like she did a Paladin she could be unstoppable. Yet the moment it had started playing Hayden got and rolled his eyes walking back towards his room. He didn't care about that, he just needed to get out their and fight. To make sure what happened to his family never happened again to anyone. If he had to go through every pilot in the school he would.</s>	<\|message\|>Ciell Macci Ciell tore through the halls on a bruised leg, doing the best to keep the blood of her now-open arm wound from spilling onto the floor. The students she'd been sparring with likely wouldn't take too well to her running off, and she was certain her mother would be very cross. After five rounds and an ill-thought-out punch, her bandaged arm had gotten worse, and the pain had been enough to make her realized she couldn't go on any further. And so she ran, and fast at that despite the bruised leg. Her whole body was sore, she wasn't about to let one injury cripple her, and the arm wound could wait until she got back to her room. The lift was slow to arrive, and when at last it did and she stepped inside, the other students rounded the corner. Ciell knew they saw her, but they couldn't know what floor she'd be on, not off the top of their heads. If they searched, sure, they'd find her, but would they? The one's she'd beaten up might, but the others would likely give up, which if worse came to worse, would at least even the odds a tad more. The doors opened to her floor, and some small part of her was relieved to see that no one was present for the moment. The last thing she needed was for someone to see her beaten and bruised, limping with a bloody arm. She hurried to her room and locked the door behind her, immediately going for the sink and peeling the bandages off of her skin. They came off red and sticky, but at least the arm was intact. What wounds the shattered monitor had caused were now much more open, bleeding from the trauma of its use. The water she ran it under stung, and before she could think to compose herself she half-screamed in pain. Her free hand flew to her mouth. No. No one, absolutely no one would hear her scream, not in agony. As she washed the wounds her whole body shook, but she kept her teeth clamped together and every slow whine of pain turned to bitter hisses. If she was going to expect guests, she'd need to be in presentable shape. Tomorrow when it would be safe to roam the halls, she'd go get stitches, but for tonight an extra layer of gauze would have to do. If it came down to it, she'd keep the arm close, and avoid using it at all. Ciell sat down on the bed, breathless and sweating, both from the exhaustion and the pain. Her arm pulsed like a beacon, sending throbs of shock through her every few moments. But even while she stayed there, waiting for the potential second round of attack, she did not hate her opponents. She did not hate her mother, she did not hate the speaker over the intercom or the screens broadcasting her failure, she didn't even hate Hayden. Instead she focused all of that anger and contempt inward at herself, where it belonged, where it could be useful like a fuel. She began to wish for the other students to come, wished they would knock on her door and demand she open up to continue their rounds, because even though she was angry at herself, the outlet they would receive would be far worse than any internal struggle she endured. And so Ciell sat, watching the door, listening to the hallway for any footsteps or voices. Even if no one came, she would wait all god damn night.</s>
<\|description\|>Corbeau Username: JSAVVY Age: 21 Race: Ash Phoenix Class: Rouge Healer Appearance: Flowing black hair of dust (when contacted by earth elements the ends tend to glimmer and spark maroon). Left eye of a violet color where the iris is nearly completely enveloped by the pupil, while right iris is a golden brown (blinding to anyone who should gaze upon it for too lengthy a period). Built of a sickly stature, seemingly frail and unable to walk without a crutch. Skin gray with the tiniest sprinklings of a magical fire orange glow(best seen in the darkest of times). Short Bio: As a child of approximately 3 years old Corbeau was abandoned by her family. Shocked awake by the slight stir in atmosphere she runs to grab her mother's hand only to realize that neither her or her father were present in bed ( quite unkempt if I might add). As she runs outside she finds that the brilliant garden of freedom she once knew has already started to sink into the depths of evil and darkness. Come daylight it is well understood to Corbeau that anyone who should step foot onto the snapping grass of the forest is morphed into it's own worst nightmares and after only a few hours will have killed or deenergized all beings within it's limited 3 yard range. Enough about children, reminiscing is for the weak. I am a woman now and this is my story. I keep this forest safe from grabbers and uphold all standards of vermin. The silent, helpless beasts of the forest are the only faithful beings on earth and the rest of us, well, let's just say that in the end there is a kingdom of color for them and colorful furnace for us. Good attributes: nurturing to the helpless creatures of Hellandisle (a.k.a. the black forest), memory of an elephant (knows forest like her own palm), heightened senses, resourceful, passionate sense of duty Bad Attributes: emotionally unstable, power beyond control, racist, sheltered (nearly to the point of being mute), reluctance to kill</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista She definitely moves faster than a normal human... And she doesn't want to be followed. A small grin came to her lips. Well, I never was good at taking the hint. Aruna strapped her bag to the tree and used her knife to mark it so that she could find it later. she would need full mobility, and her pack would slow her down. She also removed her cloak and exposed the black scales on her forearms and back, as well as her tail, Tail Whip, and wings. She stretched her wings to get them loose, Then she began to move through the trees at a much quicker pace back towards the Redheaded... whatever she was. For all Aruna knew that woman was also here for the phoenix. And that was not a risk she would take. As she ran on all fours through the tree's branches she flicked her tail and there was a small SHINK as the blades on the tail whip slid into position as a blade on the end of her tail. She also removed her knife and placed in her mouth so she could use all of her limbs to move rapidly through the trees. Soon she began to feel that same presence she had earlier. She's close. @JadedPetals</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau That noise. Ears say high. Infernape? Odd, early for his likes. Eyes scan. Wh - what in hell. INTRUDER. How? why? So much for the early birdy. draw bow Sharckits not attacking. No yawking. Looks human. Exorbitantly less breathing. Unarmed. Unfortunate. Must protect isle. Evade and distract</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau Double trouble. New beast, not in the slightest unthreatening. Breath. Realign sights. Observe. Black scales. Razor Sharp tail. Wings. Climber. Brain, it can't be? Zakrom went rogue long ago and was put down. Spire claws won't do much damage hear. In need of backup. More eyes. Extra shade. YAWK YAWK YAWK. Oh now we speak up. Blood has been split. "Chika chika"</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft Sigh... this is the last thing I need. Evelysia knitted her brows together in irritation. I don't feel like dealing with that brute. Where can I hide? She dipped below a mangled tree and behind a thicket. Evelysia drew her cloak tightly around her, blending into the shadow.</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna slowed her dash through the trees and began to creep, using her draconian eyes to try and find the woman she had seen. hmm.... I know she's in this area, but I need something to draw her out. Aruna heard a buzzing as she sat thinking and looked up to see a Sythe Wasp nest. She grinned wickedly as an idea came to her. She cleared her voice and spoke so that she was sure the woman could hear. "Hey! I know you're around here somewhere! And I'm giving you one chance to come out and give yourself up! You won't like the concequences!" She stood on the branch, posed and waiting.</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau Anger. How dare - UGH. Don't touch my things. Riverspire doesn't belong to you. Love and I will have your head for this pain. "Greetings." "Ground dwellers; dig traps from here to mount Treble. Flyers; follow them both and keep me informed. Swingers; you know what to do. Be careful family, these are not our normal outsiders."</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft This is becoming increasingly annoying. "What," her voice came out as a snarl, "do you want?"</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna smiled. "Well, what I want is none of your concern, but what I need, is for you to tell me who you are, why you're here and why in the name of the gods are you wearing those shoes?"</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft Evelysia's right eye involuntarily twitched. "Who are you to ask me who I am?" Evelysia hissed.</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna, looked around and scanned. She was looking around for anything that might hone in her diamiter of search. She readied her knife, and spoke. "I'm the one whose going to make your day very bad if you don't answer me."</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft "I am uninterested in being pestered by an impudent beast such as yourself. Leave me be. We're not alone, at any rate."</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau Can not allow trespassers into Eden. Too many secrets. Healing riverspires... Not my intended meal task. Found bag. Must search. Not in the open, it might come back. I'll take this.</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna's smile fell and she speaks in a soft, dangerous tone. "Beast, huh?" She cuts the stem of the Sythe wasp nest as she spins and hits the nest dead center while it falls, knocking it to ground in the general area where the woman should be. The nest smashes open and hundreds of Sythe wasps with inch long stingers that look like blades, and they seek out a target for their rage. "I'll show you a beast." She reaches into her pocket and brings out a small red stone, but she just holds it in her hand.</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft Wasps... Really? Evelysia sighs and steps out, simultaneously raking a claw-like nail down her forearm, producing blood that is nearly black. In another swift movement, she flings the blood at the wasps while muttering under her breath. The blood sears into the wasps, effectively burning them all.</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau Moving to higher ground. Help is established. Must keep moving. Damned outskirts plenty capable of handling themselves. Eden is but 30 clicks south. Home, assess, plan, enact.</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna jumped from the branch and flew towards the woman like an arrow, she felt her blood boiling. You want to see a beast, I'll show you a beast! At the last moment she spins forward so that her Tail whip, in mace form, comes rushing towards her prey.</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau "Ow!" Wha - who. Murderer. Eden. Must get to Eden. Must recuperate.</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft Evelysia swings her body away from the foe, slipping around the tree. She quickly backs away. "I am uninterested in fighting you. Leave me be and we can go on with our lives."</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna's tail whip strikes the ground and She lands. She pulls her tail from the dirt and snaps it so that with a slight SHINK it becomes a blade at the tip of her tail. "What are you in these woods for? Because I can only think of one reason a..." She looks the woman up and down. "... City girl, like yourself would bother coming into a cursed wood..." She readies her knife. "You're here for the Phoenix aren't you?"</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau Weakened and bewildered before high-noon. A long day begins!.</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft "Clearly that's what you're here for," Evelysia quips back, raising a defined eyebrow.</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna poises her tail over her like a scorpion's tail. "Obviously. Which is why I can't really let you have it."</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft "Or perhaps you're being a paranoid savage, and I am merely trying to cross these woods." Evelysia folds her arms across her chest, arching an eyebrow. "What need would you have for the likes of a phoenix, anyway?"</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau What blessings, a plucked log. The early bird really does catch the worm.</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau Home sweet home. Stomach full. Pain subsided. Feeling much better. Down to business. What is in this bag?</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna snorts and rolls her eyes. "One. I am not a savage. Two, it's very, very unlikely that someone who uses blood magic and has no smell would be out in these particular, cursed, woods alone for nothing more than a stroll. Especially," Aruna motions to the extravagant and obviously expensive shoes the woman is wearing. "in those shoes."</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft "Right," Evelysia snaps. "Or perhaps it's not your business of why I am here. I owe no explanation to you. These are not your woods, that is not your phoenix, and I repeat, it is certainly not your business of why I am here. Though I owe you nothing," she hisses, "I am crossing these woods for a reason. I am not casually wandering about. And perhaps what I have on my person are the only things that I own. So if you indeed have a problem with my," she looks down, quirking an eyebrow, "smoldering shoes, I do not actually care."</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna looks back down at the woman's shoes and sees that they are in fact smoking. She snaps her eyes down to her own feet and finds that they and also in the early stages of being eaten away. "What the hell?" The plants seem to be making a juice that dissolves their shoes as they walked. Aruna jumps up, spreads her wings and glides up to a tree branch.</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau Healing that Riverspire took a lot of energy. Journey to Treble mount imperative. Scoundrels shall not hinder guardian responsibilities.</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft Evelysia sighs and sticks her foot out, looking over her shoe. "Pity. These were so nice." She turns her gaze up to the aggressive, winged woman above. "It seems even the grass is unwelcoming. I'm sure you've noticed something strange in the air. And... a strong maple scent."</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna slowly nods. "Of course. The smell is almost overpowering. That's why I didn't recognize you didn't have a scent at first. And yes, I had my doubts, but... There is something wrong with these woods." She sighs. "Listen... Why do you want the Phoenix? We might both be able to use it."</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft "I'm not even convinced the phoenix is even in these woods. Such a creature has only been a myth about these parts." Evelysia scans the trees around her.</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau Interesting material, this bag. Stinks like dog. Rather heavy. Let's see. "Bleh", carnivore! These berries smell delightful and what a pretty color. What in the smooth ener -</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna leans against the trunk of the tree. "Well, you beleived in it enough that you came to this gods forsaken place. So, if it is here. What would you do with it?"</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft Evelysia sighs, "As I said before, I am going through the woods. Not trying to wander about inside it, looking for some bird that may just be mere folklore and rumors. I find it rude for you to ask such things without offering up any answers for yourself, anyway."</s> <\|message\|>Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista Aruna grins slightly. "What can I say, I was raised by wolves." Her grin falls. "But I need that bird as well and I simply need to know if you're an enemy or an ally. And I haven't seen conclusive evidence of either."</s> <\|message\|>Corbeau "Oh, hello Finn. What news?" I see, "Thank you brother, off you go". Grab Glenda and spireclaws. Put doggie bag in Poppins' case, for bartering reasons. Run.</s> <\|message\|>Birth Name - Rosemary Lovecraft A shadow crosses the glowing, violet eyes of Evelysia. "I was raised by a good mother, and therefore was taught manners. I suppose I lose some of them talking to those without them, but the point still stands. I tire of this conversation. I don't want to be your ally or your enemy. I simply want to be on my way."</s>	<\|message\|>Corbeau "Sisters protect the garden at all costs. The secrecy of Eden is paramount. Our destiny is to live in peace. And by golly live in peace we shall."</s>
<\|description\|>Aphrodite A fit and alluring blond woman, exuding an air of calmness and authority. She possesses a captivating voice that can mesmerize others, making her presence both enticing and commanding. As Miss Aphrodite, she runs the mysterious Fitness Club with an enigmatic charm that draws people in.</s> <\|description\|>Harley A deranged clown princess with blonde hair tied into two pigtails, wearing pale makeup and deep red lipstick. She dresses provocatively in a form-fitting leather black dress with knee-high boots. Her appearance suggests a seductive and confident personality, but her actions reveal underlying confusion and submission.</s> <\|narrator\|>Harley Quinn, dressed in leather and heels, enters an unassuming fitness club. The building's owner, Miss Aphrodite, introduces herself and leads Harley to the exercise area. There, she changes Harley's outfit into workout attire without her knowledge. As she begins to pedal on a bike, Harley finds herself increasingly aroused by its vibrating sensation. Meanwhile, a new client named Chun Li arrives at the gym and meets Miss Aphrodite.</s> <\|message\|>Aphrodite Long, slender fingers finished folding up the small, white piece of paper and guided it to the pocket on the front of the dress. Small hands started brushing off some of the dust off the leather black dress. Hazel eyes trailed from her dress up to the large building in front of her. The building didn't look like much. It really didn't. It was hidden pretty well in the world, and the woman wouldn't have been there had her sugar not poked and prodded her to go. Her busy hands moved back to her hair, making sure things were straight before she even entered. Dr. Harleen Quinzel better known as Harley Quinn let out a sigh as her eyes glanced over the building once more. She was dressed in a form-fitting leather black dress. Her blonde hair was tied up in two pony tails, one to each side. Her pale face perfectly exemplified her deep red lipstick. To finish off the outfit were knee high black leather boots with decent sized heels. It was one thing to walk in them, it was another to fight. Of course, her Joker had sent her here to maybe help her fight the Batman a little bit better. She understood though, defeat after defeat after defeat could weigh heavy on one's psyche. Even a psyche that was so manic could be affected. That was why she was here. The flyer hadn't said much beyond the fact that it was a "Fitness Club." Heels clicked on the pavement as she entered the facility. The front desk was unmanned and Harley let out an annoyed sound. "Hello?" She called out. Her voice filled with dissatisfaction. It was pretty clear that she didn't want to be there. She stepped slowly, just investigating the place. She was very careful. Her fingers around the heavy, oversized wooden mallet that she had brought with her. If anything, Harley thought, this place would at least allow for her to get a little bit stronger. "Is anyone home?" Her voice called out again. When no one showed themselves, she stomped her foot out of annoyance, a pout forming on her lips. Shaking her head, she turned and got ready to walk out the door she had come through.</s> <\|message\|>Harley The Aphrodite Club once one had gotten inside, would look like any other gym. It had an open spacious venue the building. From the looks of it was unmanned yes, and yet, there was the strange feeling she was being watched the moment she entered the building. Then, slowly appearing before her a woman, tall fit, and blond haired, wearing a jogging suit from the looks of it. Her toned figure, had just enough to it leaving her more beautiful than one might imagine. "Ahh, so you got the Elite Membership card it seems." The woman comes out from behind the counter and looks at Harley Quinn, and circles her. "I hope you don't plan to bring that mallet onto the exercise floor..." She spoke in a gentle tone, and would move with such fluidity, that even Harley would have trouble not watching her closely. Soon with a snap of her fingers, Harley would have found her changed, from what she had worn upon entering, to what the owner of this place felt would be more fitting for her to wear at a fitness club. The mallet would also vanish, it seems that the woman was not fond of people bringing weapons into a club like this. "Now then, I am Miss Aphrodite, and I do hope you have come to do some sweating?" Aphrodite spoke calmly, and gently reached a hand out placing it along the center of Harley's torso. Then, she glides a hand in circles till she had a feel, "It seems I have just the work-out for you, should you still want to participate?" The blond fit woman said calmly.</s> <\|message\|>Aphrodite The voice caused Harley to stop in her tracks. Turning slowly, the blonde woman before her was absolutely breathtaking. She was into men, for sure, but for some reason, she just couldn't take her eyes off of the one before her. It was almost like she had a spell over her or something. Her fingers tightened around the mallet for just a second, but then the woman's voice had put her at ease. It was almost like she was a siren or something. She felt herself being drawn into her soft, soothing voice. The way she walked, it was as though she was gliding through the air. When she snapped, a cold breeze hit her before she looked down and even noticed she had changed into something else. Harley didn't even care, she was too focused on what was in front of her. In truth, Harley didn't even notice the mallet was gone. When she introduced herself, Harley had no words. When she touched her, Harley shivered. When she asked if she wanted to participate, Harley's brain started to scream. This wasn't a workout club? She thought Joker had sent her to some training grounds? Maybe hone her skills! Not to sweat or work out on a fucking treadmill! Still, as her mouth opened to protest and to speak up, she found her head nodding at the woman in front of her. Shit! What was that! She wanted to leave, not stay! Looking down, she found herself in white short-shorts, a sports bra, and a pair of bleached white tennis shoes. White was certainly not her color, and she figured she must have looked ridiculous in the getup. After all, she was a murderer, not some preppy whore. Still, she waited for her new physical trainer to show her the workout room. As much as she didn't want to go, as much as her brain protested. There she was.</s> <\|message\|>Harley Miss Aphrodite walked, and the girl followed. It was clear that this place dulled the mind, making one much more submissive. Either, this woman herself was to be the source of this, or this place was a mirage or a dream, either way. The woman walked, and led Harley to a pair of exercise bikes. They were the latest model, with that 3D monitor on the handlebars that lets you view yourself biking around the world by clicking on the touch screen. It didn't look suspicious in the least, very normal for a Fitness Club like this. Aphrodite would motion towards the equipment and clear her throat. "Harley, please have a seat..." She spoke, her tone pleasant yet demanding. The girl looked more fit for this place now, Aphrodite thought, save of course the clown makeup, but nothing a good bit of 'exercise'. Calmly she stood waiting for the girl to mount the bike, the clothes fitting tightly on her, not the curviest woman Aphrodite had in her place, but the clothes seemed to fit just a little too perfectly.</s> <\|message\|>Aphrodite The deranged clown princess followed Miss Aphrodite without much debate or argument. When she saw the exercise bikes, her eyes glazed over a bit. They were nice bikes sure, but Harley was fit enough as is. She certainly didn't need to work out any and she certainly had no intention of staying. That being said, however, when Aphrodite asked her to take a seat, Harley soon found herself plopped firmly into the saddle. Instinctively putting her feet up on the pedals, and putting her hands on the bars, Harley took a moment to pick a scenario on the 3-D monitor before she began pedalling away. The clothes she was wearing would start to ride up on her body, but Harley never once stopped to fix them or stop. Miss Aphrodite wanted her to use the bike, and use the bike she would. Whatever her new acquaintance wanted, he new acquaintance would get it seemed. "It's getting a little hot, could I maybe have some water?" Harley said, makeup running down her face from the sweat that she was working up. Would this really help her beat Batman?</s> <\|message\|>Harley The moment that Harley was working up a good sweat, she heard the door chime. Looking over at the monitor in the room, she saw a new client making her way into the gym. It appeared to be a Chinese woman. Miss Aphrodite would look back at Harley and smile. "Keep biking... and don't stop, till I return," she said sternly in warning. She pressed a button on the bike before leaving, and suddenly as Harley pedaled on the bike, it sent a vibration up against the clown woman's cunnie beneath her workout shorts, with the sweat riding up the shorts, it was clearly going to affect Harley. Miss Aphrodite made her way back from helping Harley to meet the newcomer, and smiled towards the woman, who looked like she enjoyed a good workout. "Well hello Miss... you must be here about our new work out program." She smiled at her, noticing how interested the woman seemed in their gym.</s> <\|message\|>Aphrodite The clown princess continued to push the pedals harder and harder, and when Miss Aphrodite disappeared, she frowned. While the feeling of something was still heavy on her mind, now that her new trainer had walked away, Harley's mind began to clear up a bit. That was, of course, before the button was pressed. When the little vibration went off, Harley nearly stopped pedaling the bike right then and there. Looking down, for a moment, Harley tried to find the source. It was in such a peculiar spot, and Harley almost felt as though it was intentional. The more she pedaled, the more vibrations she would receive. Holding back moans of pleasure, Harley started to pedal a little bit slower, just waiting for her chance to get off the bike. Still, she continued to pedal, even if her brain didn't want to. Chun Li looked inquiringly at the newcomer. Her eyes had been scanning the little place. It didn't look too out of the ordinary, but you could never tell nowadays. "And who are you?" She said, taking a step back for just a second. At this point, it was pretty hard for Chun Li to trust anyone, let alone someone that she had just met.</s>	<\|message\|>Harley "You may call me Miss Aphrodite," she said with a smile as she looked over the woman. While Harley was busy, she took the time to enjoy the look of this latest entry. She seemed used to working out and getting a good sweat. "I welcome you to Aphrodite Fitness, the best place to be if you're looking to relax and exercise." The blond woman flashed a pretty smile at the blue qipao-dressed Chinese woman with the nicely built and powerful-looking legs. "You have impressive legs," she said slowly walking in close and placing a hand out, offering some workout clothes that hadn't been in her hands before. "Please, if you would like to exercise, how about changing into these?" Passing the bike room, she made sure Harley was still biking before leading the woman to the locker rooms.</s>
<\|description\|>Verick Styles Age: 18 Birthday: Jan 20th Magic: Well of Creation: This magic can pull from the users imagination, but requires immense levels of concentration and magic reserve. The user must have a solid grasp on the item they wish to create, a firm and solid image in their mind. Without a solid image, you might end up fighting with a squiggly line for a sword. This means only the things he has practiced the hardest are capable of being brought out in the midst of a tough combat. Small objects tend to be the easiest to create. Requiring less magical energy, though they tend to have the least amount of punch. Intricate items require more focus, though the size is what determines the magical cost of said item. A chair for example wouldn't eat up too much magical energy and can be created rather easily. Though a large object, such as say a wooden beam, a tree, a carriage etc. Would eat up a much more substantial amount of magic. To add decoration and such wouldn't require much more in the way of magic, but the amount of concentration would be much more substantial. Some Spells would include, for the minor range- Sword Creation: Creating a sword of stern magical strength, though the skill to use it well doesn't come along with the blade. Armor Creation: Creates a decent set of armor for the user, though their movements may become a bit more sluggish, their defenses can go up at least. Chair Creation: Everyone needs a place to sit. Magical Bomb: An explosive created utilizing magic as it's detonator. Medium Range Spells Would include- Armor Golem: A suit of armor, with weapon, capable of moving on the command of the user. Tracking Beast: A small creature, the size of a normal house cat, though this creatures entire purpose in life is sniffing out the target. Magic Level: Dunno.. A? History: Verick was born to a father and mother in the mountains of a small country. His father was a practitioner of magic and the only reason he had found himself a wife was in order to continue passing down his magical knowledge. His purpose was to try to force his son to pass on his knowledge to his own son… etc. etc.. eventually culminating in the most powerful mage since Zeref. Though this plan was short lived. His father was found out, practicing illegal magic. Verick was out gathering fire wood at the time and luckily had escaped capture himself. But was forced to live on his own from that day forward. He practiced his magic in secret, traveling from town to town so he wouldn't end up caught like his father… Though he had no idea of guilds until he reached fourteen. Now he's been searching for something worthwhile, a guild where he can settle down… and get filthy rich. (Living on the streets so long and always forced to be in that mountain home… He never got to have any toys or books outside of magic… now he craves everything he never had as a child.) Personality: Verick is a happy go lucky guy on the outside. But he tends to press buttons and get on peoples nerves. He believes that by pressing their buttons you see the true person. He is mistrustful of people, seeing as how he was raised and the life he lived afterward, never knowing when people might see him or turn him in. Though he longs for the kind of life that others had, a family, friends… people to care for him. But he often sabotages these relationships. Guild and guild mark location: No Guild Yet Team Members: none Three Strengths: 1. Strong imagination 2. Skilled with many forms of weapons 3. Knows how to live on the streets! (He's... been homeless a while.) Three Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable) 1. Has a hard time focusing when an enemy appears to be stronger than him. (He becomes overwhelmed with doubt and worry. "C... Can i beat this guy...?) Making his magic much harder to control. 2. Money- He's willing to do anything to obtain his lifes blood. Money. Even if it requires putting a comrade in a dangerous position. (Think Natsu when he teamed up with Lucy for that book job... But all the time.) 3. Has a hard time getting to know or trust others. Because of this and his habit of using comrades to obtain money, it makes it very hard for him to form any kind of relationship or friendship. Greatest Love: Money, There is nothing in this world greater than the almighty dollar (Or Jewel in this case) Motivation: To obtain enough magical energy and power... TO CREATE A MANSION TO RIVAL ANY KINGS CASTLE!!! With an army of golems at his side! WAHAHAHAHA! (His true motivation, is to overcome his trust issues, and seek out friends and comrades.) Appearance: Additional Details:</s> <\|message\|>James Hunt James Hunt\|Crocus City Armorer @hatakekuro@t2wave James waved off Nolan's attempts at a snappy comeback and smiled at Ariel's answer. "Enjoy your day, love birds. Oh, and if you see Damian, tell him I need to talk to him. There's a familiar magic presence in town that he may want to track down." Watching the two leave, he turned to Cody with a nod. "That it is. Permanent weight enchantment to lighten the load. If you choose it, I can give a few additional enchantments for ease of movement and such." Damian Gerard\|City of Belka Damian took one last look over the house then nodded, heading for the graveyard. There was definitely some kind of legitimacy to something being VERY wrong here, but he couldn't figure out if a virus was quite right. As they walked, he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen, a hand rising to rest on Durandal's hilt. "Anyone else get the sense we're about to encounter trouble?" Hunter Jorgenson\|Crocus City park Tamashii@Roseletta Hunter nodded, understanding. "I can see that. Well, in any case, I'm gonna go hit up a restaurant or two, what with no matches today. If you need me, you know what I smell like. Catch ya later Amaya, Mother Hen." He looks at the Exceed and grins. "Furball" Turning, he headed into the crowd, following his nose to the best tasting foods. Jack Goran\|Laughing Dragon Hotel Basement Tamashii Jack frowned. The confusion was evident on her face and without the constant tone, her childness showing through greatly. In response, he decided to approach the question carefully. "She did it, dear Aria, to protect you and free you from your past. In fact, she's out getting you some new headphones with more music options now."</s> <\|message\|>Mayt Derren Marris A Small Town On the Far Side of FioreThe smoldering lump stood up in what could only be described as an angry manner. Once the man reached his feet, his shoulders were hunched, his breathing heavy, and the Phoenix Wing mark on his left hand was visible through his burnt glove. He swallowed and slowly bent down to pick up his dropped weapon, bits of his burnt coat falling off from the little bit of remaining fire on it. As he straightened himself after retrieving his weapon, he leveled the tip of it with the man that had thrown the fireball towards the crowd. "I'm amazed you're still standing, that should've been enough to evaporate you into nothing," the dark mage mused, summoning another fireball in his hand. "No matter, it should work this time." The mean who had miraculously survived the mage's first attack said nothing, his head lowered slightly and his sword raised. The crowd watched in horrified anticipation as the dark mage just shrugged and launched the fireball at his new opponent's chest. He didn't move, as anticipated, but what wasn't anticipated was when the burnt figure simply turned and raised his hand to the fireball, finally speaking."Negate: Heat." The fireball dissipated as it passed through the magic circle that appeared in front of the swordsman, who afterwards turned and readied his sword again. The Dark mage smiled slightly, and shrugged before holding up one hand by his head. "Oh good, someone who doesn't just go down at the snap of my fingers, this'll be-" the shadow mage stopped as the Phoenix Wing mage charged him, and scoffed as he rose his hand quickly into the air, palm up. A massive wall of fire formed between him and his assailant. He was caught off guard, however, by the mage simply slicing through the fire, and charging him headfirst. He only barely noticed that the man's blade had turned black, like it had been burned, before it was swinging at him. The dark mage barely avoided the strike, followed by two, three, four more. Every time he tried to summon fire to try and slow him down, it was cut away. After what seemed like forever to the Dark Mage, he finally got away from the sword-swinging maniac that was trying to cut him down. "Wh-who are you?" This got the mage to stop and stand up, letting the tip of his blade rest on the dirt for a moment. He lifted his head as if he was proud, but the unkempt scraggly stubble of a beard, singed clothes, and messy hair just made him look like a homeless war veteran. "I am Mayt, S-Class of Phoenix Wing," his voice was cold and monotone as he spoke, and he would put his other hand on the hilt of his sword. As the dark mage opened his mouth to reply to this, Mayt suddenly slashed diagonally upwards, casting another spell as he did. "Amplify: Motion!" The attack caught the Dark Mage completely off guard, and he could only make sputtering sounds as the blade clove his body in two. Afterwards Mayt just looked down at the corpse, the surprised look still on his face. He felt his face twitch in an attempt to smirk, but it failed to succeed for even a second, and he turned to face the crowd he had saved from the initial fireball. They looked at each other wordlessly for a long moment, before Mayt sheathed his sword again and started towards the hotel he had been staying in, hands in what was left of his pockets. He had finished in this town anyway, it was time to move on to bigger and better things.</s> <\|message\|>Plutus Ishtar ❀ Rosalina Idwal ❀"I'm so scared, Leah. I don't know what to do." "It's never easy to face your past. Your fear is normal." ❀ @Lmpkio❀ Nolan had departed, having business elsewhere, leaving Rosalina and Sayatachi alone at the table. Her arms were folded across her chest whilst she stared forward, only nodding to Nolan as he left. The sun was high above the outdoor cafe, signalling that some time had passed since morning. The fact that they hadn't found anyone yet was starting to get to Rosalina. She disliked failure, but perhaps she had bitten off more than she could chew by volunteering to recruit Knights. She wasn't a people person. The thought occurred to her that one of the more outgoing members of the council would have been more suited to this task. Her pride as a Knight had allowed her to become overwhelmed with visions of grandeur; that she would be capable of inspiring others to join. The very thought almost made her laugh out loud. Rosalina turned her gaze to the side where Sayatachi sat. Her and Nolan had briefly argued over something that the Rune Knight decided was none of her business, though she was still curious. Knowing better than to bring it up, Rosalina stood from her seat and nodded to Sayatachi. "Forgive me," She began, placing her hat back on top of her head and leaving a small wad of jewels on the table. "I think I'd like to be alone for the remainder of the day. This incident has given me a migraine." She hoped that she didn't sound too rude, but truthfully she was exhausted. Her time spent in Crocus had included more social interaction than she was comfortable with and it was a little overwhelming. She began to walk away from the cafe, though stopped at the last minute. Butterflies were dancing around in her stomach as she turned around and addressed Sayatachi in a way she hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time. "B-but... thank you. Today is- I mean, was, enjoyable. For the most part." She stuttered, turning around before Sayatachi could see her go red. With brisk pace, Rosalina departed back in the direction of the hotel. ♫ Isabella and Bullet ☠"If we can't depend on each other, then who else is there?" "True. I've got your back. Always." ♫ @Zarkun ☠ Bullet snickered at Jane's comment on Isabella's style, walking ahead of the two with a sigh. "She might have a point their Bella. You should change it up a bit. Ooh, what about urban? Get you some hip-hop pants and a hoodie." Isabella tapped her foot impatiently whilst Bullet jested. He quickly saw her expression and straightened up, offering an awkward smile as an apology. Returning the smile, Isabella spun around on her heel, letting her dress fan out around her. The various frills danced with the motions of her legs before she came to a dramatic stop. "I happen to like my style. Though, if you're volunteering to play dress up with me then how can I refuse?" She spoke with a hint of playfulness, trying to bounce off the same vibe she'd been feeling from Jane. Giggling in delight, Isabella linked her arm with Bullet's and patted his cheek gently. "Don't think I've forgotten about you, my dear. Jane, what do you propose we do with Bullet? My, we have our work cut out for us with this one."</s>	<\|message\|>Verick Styles Verick Styles, Creating a new kind of life. Outside of a town, currently wrapped up in the excitement of the magical games, stood a young, gray haired man. His silvery eyes looked over the entry way to the town, He wasn't sure what he was going to find here… But there was a chance for money at every turn. "Someone's probably got some kind of job right?" He threw his travel sack over his shoulder and began to head towards the town. This man, known as Verick, was in fact, a Mage. Though right now he isn't really much of a legal mage… He's not part of any guild. Some might view this as just the same as an evil or black or dark mage… Though to Verick, that was life. His father had been practicing magic quite illegally, so what if he was as well? Might as well move forward till he found a guild that could interest him. He is a basically good person, not looking to kill people or harm them for needless reasons… But he's been used to using others to get away and earn some money. For now however, the magic games seemed to be a place for him to earn some quick cash and possibly find a guild to enter into.</s>
<\|description\|>Daelin Calso Age: 27 Appearance: Daelin is a man with weathered features, always with five o'clock shadow and baggy eyes. His eye color is a light gray and he has dirty blond hair. He has a scar from the corner of his forehead leading into his messy hair. He is lithe and muscular. Personality: Daelin jokes about almost everything whether it's funny or not. It may be that he's trying to seek some kind of humor in a job where he's used to losing companions to the beasts. Height: 6'1" Race: Human Home Nation: Arcadia, born and raised. Magical Capabilities: Arcane. Daelin uses only minor tricks and has never dabbled in advanced magic. Telekinesis is his most prominent go to trick, used primarily in combat for retrieving weapons or tricking enemies. He has never been able to lift very much and his mana capacity is fairly low. History: Daelin Calso, pathfinder and forward scout. At least that's what he is now. Used to be that he started as a woodsman's boy, chopping down wood with his father in the forest on the edges of Arcadia. A dangerous profession with the abhorrent dangers around. Hiring guards was a must but it also made gathering wood from outside lucrative. Of course that was until his father's luck ran out. A great big ol' beasty got a taste of daddy o's leg and the man never walked again. Daelin was forced to become the man of the house and what better way than to enlist in the military. Describing his past work experiences and ability to track animals made him an obvious pick as part of a scout party. He's been an Arcadian knight for eight years and despite being a respectable, hard working soldier shows little ambition for rising in the ranks. Name: Rem Vano Age: 56 Appearance: Rem has long red hair, parted away from his face and tucked behind his ears. He has a big, pointed nose and a slightly wrinkled forehead. His eyes are green and he has a short, bright beard. The garb stories witness him in is a mantle made out of the bark from a tree that makes his shoulders look far broader than they actually are and a cloak of patched furs drapes around. Personality: Blunt but wise, Rem is a talkative individual. He seems to speak to everything, adding an air of mysetery and madness to him. Height: 5'9" Race: Human Home: A hidden cottage in the wilds. Magical Capabilities: Gaian Moving the landscape, commanding the plants and speaking to beasts is part of Rem's staple magic. History: Rem Vano is a relatively young druid as far as druids go. He's been in the wilds for little over a decade now. He associates often with travelers, appearing as a kindly stranger to those that respect the forest. The time he spent before that was in exploration of magic and debating its practices and uses. From Arcadia to Marrenfell, to Kell he researched and pondered on the nature of things. Everything he found had a limit. People treated magic less as a respectable force of nature and more as something to be manipulated, abused and used against one another to get gain. Orders of priests and their healing magics seemed the most attractive but they had their own problems serving entities with ulterior motives, especially Berganfont. That drew Rem to the ancient rites of the druids, to the order that still existed even if it were reclusive. Name: Kanna Astorian Age: 89 Appearance: Kanna is a lovely depiction of eldin charm. She has bright green eyes and long black hair. Her slender features are always accentuated by an extravagant dress. Personality: Kanna is most often bold and provacative. Her mood and personality seem to change just as easily as if she were to change a mask. Her ability to act and grandstand are exceptional. Underneath all the lies and the act she is incredibly insecure with an agenda always on her mind. Height: 5'9" Race: Eldin Home: Kell Magical Capabilities: Psychic Kanna is secretly one of the foremost experts in psychic magic. Her very presence can alter a person's mood if she applies the right pressure of power. Few of her tricks can be used to actually hurt someone, rather augmenting states of mind or making them see things that aren't there. Given enough time and effort she is able to brainwash people, even making them think they are other people themselves. History: Kanna was born to a highly esteemed family of the eld. The Astorians were known for their moral uprightniess and they did their best to provide everything necessary for her, hoping she would make for a good healer or some other beneficial role to society. Their hopes did somewhat come to fruition. She learned from some of the greatest tutors money could afford. Politics, theater, magic, business. She was well-educated and had a great mind for trade and business but she saw issue with the morals of her family. Where they saw profit in doing good she saw loss. She anticipated events no one else had. There was an obsessive, almost psychotic need to know things, to explore between the lines in her mind. She never had chances to leave Kell, it was dangerous outside when you had few means to actually defend yourself. Death was not in her plans so she played idly by, gathering resources and contacts, learning more and hatching plans for her masterstroke. What exactly is her masterstroke? Her goal? To unite all nations under one banner, whether it was hers or a puppet nation it didn't matter. Unity was needed for the foreseeable future and any evil needed to get there was worth it. After all, what was evil other than a disagreeable act to the ignorant? Living in walls wasn't survival. A world where giant walls no longer needed to be built was a paradise to look for and could be achieved in no other way than through absolute unity. Name: Vetch Age: 36 Appearance: Vetch is likely one of the ugliest of the eld alive. He is bald and pale with abnormally large ears. His blood shot, red eyes bulge out of his head. On top of that his jaw is crooked to the side and it looks like at one point his nose was broken and healed improperly. He favors longcoats with hoods to keep his head and face covered. An old injury forces him to hobble with one foot but it doesn't slow him down as much as you'd expect. Personality: Disturbingly calm and absolutely obedient to his master, Kanna. Vetch would do the extreme for her. He seems to always be dire and grave in his speech and mannerisms. Height: 6'3" Race: Eldin Home: Kell Magical Capabilities: Water Elementalist Vetch is a capable elementalist using water and ice, two sides of one facet. Many of his techniques mirror bladed weaponry. Mist is one his favored spells, allowing him to slip in and out of locales while people think it's simply a natural part of nature. History: At a young age Vetch was adopted from an orphanage along with several other children to a noble family known as the Astorians. Of course no one actually knew the Astorians were involved in the adoption. The children just seemed to disappear. No one ever missed them. Vetch was infatuated with Kanna, the leader of the noble house. She was kind and benevolent to him as none other. While she spent personal time with many of them she never had to use her power to affect his mind. He was willing to be her tool, to learn from her, to be tutored and molded. The other children weren't as willing, but they came around eventually whether they wanted to or not. Vetch became a trusted right hand servant to Kanna, performing tasks that would normally put her at risk. He is in generally kept secret from the public and acts as a subtle agent.</s> <\|message\|>Flin Meeru Shane smiled at Peter as he walked away, and looked over at Lilith. He chuckled a little. "Sorry, I thought it might bother ya so early in the morning." He said, standing up from his chair. He made sure to place it back in it's original position at the table, and walked over to Lilith. He sat down on a stool at the bar. "Nice morning, huh? Ain't a single cloud in the sky." He mused. Lilith was certainly dedicated to keep everything clean, that was for sure. But he didn't mind. The atmosphere was still a lot better here than it was at the square.</s> <\|message\|>Ayer Lecomte Ayer Lecomte -- 9:37pm - Mentions@Mataus Though the battle ended rather quickly, Ayer still felt jitters of adrenaline. He tried to keep his breathing stable as they skulked across the port. Upon being notified of the opening the patrol, he nodded and scurried after his friend, keeping a concerned look out as the cross the main walk towards the edges of the harbor by the ocean water where the boats were tethered. They were closing in to the first stage of their escape now. Ayer was familiar with how the arcane engines and rotors worked on most vessels, and judging by how they looked from afar, there wasn't any concern for any sort of odd technology he hasn't come across before. "Smaller... Okay... umm, let's see." He agreed with this sentiment. His eyes caught sight of the fleet's pride, a large cruiser compared to the rest. It can be safe to assume that their largest ship was also their fastest, and so stealing any of the lesser vessels will only lead to a chase they cannot hope to win. They would need to rely on slipping past without alerting. That would be the best bet. As Ayer looked across their selection, keeping his head low as he practically crawled, he noticed a slight bobbing in the water and ducked his head over the side to see a rather small dingy in between the other vessels. Base don how unassuming it looked, and how it's sleek size probably meant it didn't have a motor of any sort, he was unsure if they would be able to pilot it properly. He also doubted if they would be able to reach the other shore in time before the Nillium patrols would discover the aftermath of what happened back in the alleyway leading to the harbor with the captain Mop. If that happened, stealth would not be a correct trade for speed. Thus, they would need a blend of both for this plan to succeed. Luckily... Ayer pointed down to it, tapping the Eldi on the shoulder, "There... a small dingy in the water. It doesn't look like it has an engine for a rotor, but it's probably our best chance of slipping out unnoticed. However, it's pretty far down. And the thing is, while I don't mind swimming, water doesn't fare well for my Ars. My crafts won't break, per se, but getting water in some of the auxiliary units causes some complications with the mechanisms that'll increase risk. I might not be able to use Wax Jury right away if we fail the jump." He looked for a scaffold or a set of protruding nails, where they can climb easier. "And for my plan to work, that cannot be the case..." ...</s> <\|message\|>Ellorei the Gentle Baeshri Pass - Caravan Centaurus Ellorei allowed for the one called Daelin to stand beside her. This was going to be interesting, to say the least, so far she learned that soldiers were not as battle hungry as her parents had told her. It was at her great relief to her that it was the case. "Ell works," the druid smiled, "I can tell you that the chances of finding your friend should be good, alive or not I can't promise. Rem, shall we meet back here?" Ellorei called over her shoulder before she turned to look at Daelin Flin, "What direction did the blast send debris. That should be a good place to start."</s> <\|message\|>Paric Paric Feeling the tap, Paric looked to where Ayer was pointing at a dingy in the water. It was perfect. It was exactly what they would need for a inconspicuous escape to a nearby shore. He waited till Ayer finished his comment, "good find, friend." The bit about not getting Wax Jury wet was a little concerning, especially given that Ayer was planning to use it in stride with moving dingy. After all, it was a difficult climb into a moving boat and they would need faster propulsion than oars, if there even were any at the bottom of the craft. Paric had not been on a boat for a long, long time. In fact, he barely remembered why he was last on a boat. His best guess was a ferry that moved him across a body of water. He did know about the creatures that made the water their home... and about how many unfortunate souls found themselves in a watery grave. They would not want to be in the dingy long, less they find themselves being attacked. With any luck, those were just drunk stories. Told by sailors who wanted to spook their friends. "Let me go first. I have the messed up arm. I don't want to fall during the climb and knock you into the water." He said, making his way to the nails that provided a haphazard ladder to the dingy. He felt strong enough to make the climb, his weight was in his favor, at least. "Here goes nothing," he muttered with an outburst of breath. He lowered himself over and began the climb.</s> <\|message\|>Za'kul The Rise of Kul Smor'Gen'Blok He torqued his foot free with a twist and a pull. Za'Kul made his exit; he hoped the Wor who had gone to save Wor'Da'Li would make it out. If not, he would be sure to honor them and the rest of their bretheren who had fallen there. With the Wor that remained, Za'Kul joined up with them. "We go to Kul tunnels. All be safe there."</s>	<\|message\|>Daelin Calso Baeshri Pass - Caravan Centaurus Daelin went as prompted, leaving the caravan and joining the others outside. He took a spot near the front of the group. "We're going to need to search down there." Daelin pointed down away into the ditch below and hilly terrain weaving below the pass. "The explosion wasn't directly from beneath the caravan. It was a miracle the whole thing didn't topple over and fly off the path to begin with." He reasoned. The explosion was set up closer to the rocky face opposite the trench below. If Marilyn was thrown it would have sent her careening down below somewhere in the hills and crags. If she were still alive she would be in critical condition. Daelin started to move to the edge of the path, pausing briefly to look back at Ell and the rest of the group. "Sooner we get her and get back, the sooner we can get to safety." Daelin explained. He personally didn't want to die but had enough moral fortitude to not want to leave without their comrade either. The wind was gentle in the pass despite such paths generally having a wind tunnel effect. Rem stood resolute outside the caravan's cabin door. The door still remained open as the people moved and took to their roles. Rem took in the sight by scanning his head around. He drew in a deep breath to settle himself and turned half-way to speak to the cabin's inhabitants. "You will all survive this night." He promised before turning back and maintaining a vigil. It might seem safer to the others inside but Rem was used to being in the open. The caress of the wind always settled his nerves.</s>
<\|description\|>Vito Veltroni Age: 15 (and three quarters!) Physical Appearance: Typically wears a somewhat ragged lab coat, and always wears a gas mask when committing crimes to retain his identity. His hair is dark brown, along with his eyes, providing a sharp contrast to his pale skin. His voice is somewhat whiny, and his weak musculature and compulsiveness make it clear that he is not a physical fighter. He has a New York accent that is more annoying than it should have any right being. Personality: Vito is not what most would think of when they think of the title 'Mad Scientist.' He isn't a big fan of the whole theatrical aspect of mad science, doesn't burst into laughter at the slightest provocation, and he certainly isn't deranged. He is, however, a very cold person. Vito places most of his value and self-worth on his efficiency and low cost, trying to exemplify his quantity-over-quality outlook on life. He does not value things such as honor, and would gladly do the most depraved and degrading actions if it gave him even the slightest benefit. This lack of values has put him at odds with the more morally-upright classmates of his, but he really doesn't care too much. Despite having a lack of honor, it would be incorrect to say that there are no good qualities the Vito has. When it comes to his business, he always keeps to the intention of his buyer rather than the word, and he puts in a great deal of effort to make sure that his clients are happy with the final product. While loyalty is not something he exemplifies more than the average villain, he rarely sells out or betrays allies, if only because they present long-term benefits. Should an ally become a friend, they'll see that Vito is much more willing to do favors for free and will go to lengths to prevent harm coming to them. Bio: Born to an Italian family in the Bronx, Vito never experienced a vast degree of wealth. He was an only child of a single mother, his father having run away to New Mexico and evading child services. Despite this, his life wasn't a bad one – his mother worked hard to keep their apartment and food on the table, and while he didn't have many luxuries, Vito's mother was quick to feed his love for Robotics. Vito discovered his talent when he successfully created an animatronic bird at the age of 7 (the design that would later inspire the Hummingbird unit). From then on, much of the Veltroni family's meager income was spent on textbooks, parts, and eventually a computer. Unlike many supervillains, his schoolmates never discriminated him or assaulted him – even when he wore clothes from the thrift store since that was all he could afford. The years passed on, and Vito eventually went into homeschooling – he took online classes and before he knew it, he had graduated from college with a doctorate in Mechanical Engineering. That year he had a good 13th birthday. A year after graduating college, Vito's mother was hit by a car, breaking many of her bones and sending her into a coma. Vito struggled to try and make ends meet legally, mostly selling his recently designed Hummingbird units as drones to whoever was willing to pay. Eventually, he couldn't keep up with rent and turned towards more lucrative, less legal employment. He began to sell his drones to gangs, eventually creating the Sparrow when they offered him three grand for a more combat-capable robot. When the Sparrows proved their worth, one of the higher ranking members in a gang Vito worked with informed him of Blackwood High, and the money that he could make if he learned new tricks and better designs. After convincing the hospital his mother was in to relocate her to River City, Vito Veltroni became enrolled in the Blackwood High Mad Scientist program. Major: Mad Scientist/Information Broker. Classification: Minion Powers: Enhanced Intellect: (Exclusive focus on Robotics and AI, cannot branch out into other fields). Multitasking: (Extreme Multitasking, capable of performing many actions at one time). Mundane Skills: Doctorate in Mechanical Engineering Math Mechanics Doing other people's homework Equipment: Controller Helmet: The wearer is capable of taking direct control of any droid that is connected to the network via specific wavelengths. All of Vito's droids are connected to his Helmet, allowing him to take control of them and override their AI. Unfortunately, it does not work in areas without a connection, making it useless in places such as caverns and underwater. Can connect and control multiple Droids at a time, which is very difficult to use at maximum capacity without enhanced Multitasking. Sparrow: The most common type of unit available for purchase from Vito, the Sparrow unit is very similar to the normal human – weak, not especially durable, and prone to dying horribly. What they lack in outstanding abilities, however, they make up for it in numbers and, you know, being a robot. They are solar powered, and could theoretically run forever if not destroyed and given access to the sun. Additionally, while they are weak in mind, they retain similar physical capabilities to the average man and can be easily produced even with sub-par resources. The Sparrow AI is extremely basic and unable to follow complex orders – but hey, at least they are undyingly loyal and will do anything you say! Can be equipped with Firearms and other weaponry. Vito Has three. Hummingbird: While still sold, the Hummingbird experiences far fewer purchases when compared to the Sparrow. The Hummingbird is a roughly five-inch drone that is capable of flight, supporting up to 10 pounds of weight and recording high-quality video and audio. In addition, it is able to lay "eggs" in the form of even smaller cameras and microphones, capable of recording video and audio, albeit at a significantly reduced quality when compared to the Hummingbird itself. Typically used as both sentries and spy cameras, the Hummingbird is able to collapse into a three-inch sphere for storage and portability. The Hummingbird's AI is somewhat basic and is most efficient when directly controlled by someone. Vito has three. Other:</s> <\|message\|>Maximus Germanicus Ungula Maximus Looks even worse this time. Maximus eyes darted across the room giving each new student only a quick glance for his first impression. Every single detail he could see gave him enough information to discard some of them, from their posture and their clothing to more minute details like their fingernails or the way they gripped their bags. It was like always a very diverse group, witches chatting with cyborgs, ninjas and mafioso. All seemed capable enough and Maximus would teach most of them but what he truly wanted was an heir. Someone to pass all his wisdom, skills and means too. "We will see when the classes start.", he mumbled to himself, "If not today I still have eternity." He turned around and looked at Jenny, "Lets see how many run home this time." Ricky "Robbing people? Cheating? This definitely is the right place Belogar.", Ricky smirked. He knew this would be good. And being surrounded by like-minded people? When he would get out of here he would be ready for those heroes. Now just to find some new drinking, smoking and killing buddy. "Hey you two? Anyone of you taking a Psycho Major?", Ricky just randomly asked a pair of finely dressed and good looking teens.</s> <\|message\|>Jenny Blackheart Bethany came up to the little group. You need to socialize, darling. Besides, they could be powerful allies, came a voice in the witch's head... that wasn't hers. Camazotz was unusually polite for a demon- sure, he still wanted to steal mortal souls, but he was at least a gentleman about it. "Hello there, you two. I'm Bethany." Her eyes flashed blood-red, and her voice lowered several octaves. And I am Camazotz. Don't mind me, I'm just renting space in her head. I only wanted to introduce myself, is all. The girl returned to normal, and fished a sheet of paper out of her sable black robes. "I don't suppose one of you is Shelley?" @HeroicSociopath</s> <\|message\|>Elizabeth Fortunata Memoli Aristide made no real effort to hide the way his eyes roved about the stranger as he approached, taking in the scar, the build, the height. He made no effort to respond, either, letting the words just hang in the air with no real rush to respond to them. It was only when he was satisfied with his little assessment that he shifted a little, turning his hand to inspect the length of his nails. "I am, yes. I'm assuming you must be one, yourself, going around asking about it." His wrist lowered, one dark brow lifting in time with the movement. "And you are…?" The stranger had, admittedly, sparked a sort of low interest in him. It wasn't much, really- the sort of feeling you might find when something caught your eye in a shop window- but it was there, and it was enough to keep him from dismissing the fellow and going off to find wherever the hell the dorms were, so they wouldn't have to keep lugging their things around with them. The scar, as well as the build of the boy, implied strength. Experience. It was the eyes, however, that betrayed where that experience came from. It was curious. Narrator --- To say that Library wasn't particularly enthralled by this whole situation would be an understatement. The look in her brother's eyes told her that he had found something to amuse himself with for at least a good couple of minutes, though a conversation about his particular major wasn't exactly riveting She gave a brief nod to the boy that had approached them, but chose to let Aristide take the reigns of this situation, entirely quiet. Even if she wanted to say anything, he would likely just force himself back into the center of attention anyway. As usual. She stood there for a moment, watching Ari talk, then slipped away from his side, footsteps remarkably silent against the auditorium floor.</s> <\|message\|>Roger "Destructo" Romero Roger was considering backing off. The girl's body language seemed to suggest she was uncomfortable. He watched as she started to sign towards him. He turned around, reaching for his backpack hanging from the back of the seat. "Here." He said, handing her the notebook he'd been using and a pen. "I don't speak sign language, but I can read." Then Bethany approached. He was glad he was suddenly so popular, though the demonic possession was a little off putting. "Do I look like a Shelly?" He smirked, then inclined his head to the purple haired girl. "Shelly?" He asked her. @blackdragon</s> <\|message\|>Shelley Frank Shelley Frank @blackdragon Shelley grab the notebook and a pen from the boy It Ok and Yes I'm New Here. My Name Is Shelley, Nice To meet You! ^_^ Shelley wrote to the boy. Shelley jumped a little yet again when a another person approached her and the boy, the girl appearance has a little mystery theme around her. When the girl eyes turn red, Shelley shivers a little bit. the girl turn back to herself and ask if she was Shelley. Yes, I'm Shelley but How did you know my name?? Shelley wrote to the mystery girl</s> <\|message\|>Lulissa Thomas Girliath was listening in the Auditorium as well. However, she was alone and isolated from the others as she observed the headmastress's speech while leaning on the wall on the other side of the room. However, her appearance was unmistakable as she appeared slightly taller on average from a normal teen and in a very pink outfit. She looked like she was both nervous and excited at the same time as she propped herself up against the wall. When the dismissal order arrived however, the blond teenager in pink calmly got off of propping on the side of the wall and headed to find out just exactly where her room would be. Either she had already stored her belongings someplace, or they were outside the Auditorium. She began to slowly walk towards the others with her sandals on. She then went outside the auditorium to find her backpack and pink duffel bag up against the wall out of the way. She picked them up and put them on before she began to wander around to find the exact location of her room.</s> <\|message\|>Jenny Blackheart "No, I guess you don't, but I had to check," Bethany told the boy with a smile. The little girl was writing her answers down on a sheet of paper. A mute? Interesting. "Well, I didn't know your name, Shelley, but I guess you're the person I was looking for. See, you and I are going to be roommates this year." She gave the other girl a sheet of paper with the dorm assignments, so she could see for herself. "The dorms are just down this hall- let's go check them out." The dorm setup was rather spartan- a common room with a small couch, a TV, and a kitchen, with two-person dorm rooms off to one side. The rooms themselves were similarly low-budget, but they at least had separate closets. As Bethany started putting her clothes away, she asked, "Do you have any powers, Shelley?"</s>	<\|message\|>Vito Veltroni Vito was careful to maneuver the Hummingbirds into a good position - he had brought all three with him, and was already bugging the campus with their eggs. One of the hummingbirds was quietly flying around the auditorium, laying its eggs mostly in small crevices or on the walls - he was barely paying attention to the speech by Headmistress Blackheart, and simply planned on reviewing the video later when he had free time. He had situated himself near the back so as to avoid any staff complaining about this, and he also had his three Sparrow units standing close by. After he finished bugging the auditorium and the speech was coming to a close, Vito allowed the Hummingbird's AI to take over and start placing the cameras wherever they deemed fit. He could adjust the placing later, but he was mostly just doing this for his information gathering major anyways. Some students were already beginning to socialize and talk among themselves, and with the steadily increasing volume in the auditorium, Vito eventually decided to move - he hated working in chaotic conditions. Luckily, Hummingbird #2 already found the dorms, so it was a perfect opportunity to settle himself. Vito apparently had a shared dorm room with a Mr. Kirk, much to his disappointment, but if he was lucky then the person might be another Mad Scientist major. The Sparrow Units carried his luggage as the Hummingbirds bugged the cafeteria and the common room of the dorms. Upon entering, he immediately had his Sparrow Unitsput away his luggage in his assigned room. He'd focus on organizing later - he needed to cover the bases and verify what resources he had at his disposal. The common room had a TV, and the kitchen appliances might offer a few building supplies... Well, his dormmates would probably not appreciate him cannibalizing the appliances, and the last thing he needed was pissing off a bunch of future villains. He finished shortly later and started going over the speech from earlier, laying down on the couch and having his Sparrow units enter sleep mode when they finished unloading his things.</s>
<\|description\|>Cael Augire He is about 5'11" and his eyes are yellow-golden in hue. Age: 25 Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Straight Personality: When around people that he doesn't trust or know, Cael channels a confident facade. It's a mask designed after years on the road, designed to keep him from appearing weak. It's also part of preventing people from knowing of his humble origin. When around people that he trusts though, he shows a more relaxed side of himself, not as tensely held together as he is around strangers. He's also quite mischievous with his closest friends. In battle, he's all about teasing opponents into mistakes, when they allow him. He fancies himself a strategist and has barked off orders to people even when he had no right or position to do so. The one time that he was furious whilst fighting, one of his fellow mercenaries told him that he exuded killing intent. He always tries to keep his own emotions under control so that he can take advantage of his enemies that don't do the same. Starting Class: Myrmidon Starting Equipment: Iron Sword, Vulenary Bio: Cael didn't know his mother, but his father was around long enough to teach him how to survive the world. He was taught that letting people get to him was a sure way to fail, and that he shouldn't let anyone in. It didn't take him long after his father left for one war or another to understand what he meant by that. His father never returned, but by the point that Cael knew that he wouldn't be seeing the man again, he'd already figured out how to make peace with it. He'd been left in the care of a former mercenary, someone that had survived fight after fight. That man, Durzo, taught Cael how to fight properly with a blade. Cael considers Durzo more of a father than his ever was. He tends to send the man money from the jobs he's taken, at least prior to this Abyss incident taking place. Now that he's convinced the man to get away from New Capita, he's looking for a way to help stop the Abyss from taking over his home. He'd grown fond of his own personal house on the island, a dozen miles outside of the capital.</s> <\|message\|>Ansgar Staudinger Ansgar Staudinger The woman who introduced herself, before the one that looked suspiciously like a rogue, thief type, had that familiar knot of foreboding forming in Ansgar's gut. A Solvnir pegasus warrior, eh? That would make evading her should she get her panties in a bunch rather tricky, those flying cavaliers, as most Solvnir Soldiers mockingly referred to them as, had a major mobility advantage over, well, just about anyone else that wasn't on some flying mount or could fly themselves. Get in the woods, though, and he could manage. Same with a dense enough city, moving from building to building worked against, well, anyone mounted but against the flying pegasus riders doubly so. Gods knows he had to apply that when being hounded by the Solvnir Army during his own escape of the island. No one ever got a solid bead on him, thankfully, but it was still cutting it rather close a few times. He hardly had any interest in spilling more blood of his former countrymen after all, and that applied to now as well as then. Thankfully, at least right now, either they had the sense to not bring it up, or hadn't recognized only his first name. Now it was a waiting game, though, until they realized it or proved they had no idea who he was. And that wouldn't be until their first fight, he suspected, unless she somehow identified him based on manner of speech. Which, well, was a possibility, but not like he could just back out and run now because of one person arriving. "Flying cavalier, eh Miss Flos? Wonder if this shadow army has archers or not, might be a fairly glaring weakness if they don't..." Nothing in Ansgar's statement was malicious or hostile, rather, he was poking fun at a common problem that plagued any aerial cavalry, and at those that didn't usually track the differences between different cavalry groups, flight being barred as obvious of course. Archers, for varying reasons, perhaps due to the whole getting shot out of the sky being fatal thing, tended to cause them more than their fair share of grief. Then again, archers caused most people grief, right up until you got a lance into their throat. Not so good then, he mentally smirked at the thought, glancing at the iron lance resting on his shoulder. It lacked ornamentation, and was solely a working tool that had survived with him for this long. Of course, part of his mind questioned engaging her at all in any sort of interaction, but if he actively avoided her at all costs, it might seem a tad bit more suspicious than simply talking to her every now and again. He might be able to keep this from blowing up in his face yet, if the Gods were willing to be a bit more merciful than usual, at any rate. Since, as he said though, he had all of his belongings already on him, well, he had no reason to wander off yet, not until it was time to depart for the southern territories, to see what had specifically gone wrong back home. Home, strange, that he'd be going back at all, let alone under these circumstances...</s> <\|message\|>Rosalia Flos Rosalia Flos Rosalia had not expected to be directly addressed, especially not by the man who had prompted some sort of hazy recollection in the depths of her memories. With little else to go by than the fact his name rang a bell, which she acknowledged could easily be because one of the many soldiers she had met in the passing may have shared a name, she saw little reason to be anything besides pleasant. The corners of her lips pulled upwards in a smile as a short, polite laugh escaped her. "I suppose it would be naive to believe that the opposing army would have such a hole in their defenses, but as an aerial combatant, I can at least dream that they would be so careless." She couldn't deny that even after all of these years, the very sight of a bow and arrow, even when off the battlefield, was enough to cause the muscles in her arms and shoulders to tense instinctively. Enemy fire wasn't particularly pleasant to deal with in the first place, nevermind when there was the threat of plummeting to the ground at heights where broken bones were among the best case scenarios. Her voice took on a slightly more light-hearted as she continued, her arms coming u to fold across her chest. "I fear that I will simply have to impose on you to deal with the archers then, Mr...Ansgar," she said, momentarily faltering on his name. There was a beat of pause, and then she cocked her head to the side as her gaze drifted up to focus on the weapon he carried. Perhaps it was the apparent ease and comfort in which he carried the lance, but it led Rosalia to think that he likely had some familiarity with wielding the thing. "Though I have yet to see you in action, I somehow feel that you must be quite capable with your weapon. Have you had any formal training?"</s> <\|message\|>Markus Grey Markus Grey Markus smiled at the group that had formed. This was perfect, but were they rushing into this a bit fast? His hair got caught on his nose, and he moved it out of the way. Like Kieran had mentioned, they had people from all backgrounds and skills, and they seemed to already have a leader, which Markus had no quarrels about. Being a leader put you in a rather precarious position. Not only would you be the face of the group, but if there were any would be assassins, you would more than likely be the target. Markus reflected on his time at Airi. He would try with all his might to keep this group safe, and if possible, keep it together long past when their adventure was over. After all, why let an evil primal army get in the way of some friendships and fun? Ansgar had brought up a good point, the army they would be facing would probably have archers, which would definitely be something to watch out for. Markus certainly didn't pride himself on his agility in the air, not compared with a pegasus knight, but he might be able to dodge a few. The only problem in Markus' mind is the though of how powerful the monsters would be. "Well, while you two bicker about archers, be sure to tell me what you would like to have for food, or you won't get any. I'll be assuming role as chef from now on." He motioned across the whole group as he said this. "I'll be back in around twenty minutes, with supplies, and a wyvern. Til' then!" Markus departed from the group, with a mental laundry list in his head. First, he'd gather the few remnants of his stuff from Airi, then he'd take some of the meats and vegetables from the kitchen. They wouldn't mind, right? Finally, last but not least would be the humongous task of getting his wyvern next to the group without causing too much of a panic. As he walked back into the shop, he found himself pocketing the old tarot cards he kept with him for practicing fortunes. It had been a while since he had started. He was taught by the leader of his last clan, about the meanings of the various arcana, and how to interpret them. He rolled out the deck and quickly shuffled it, placing six cards in the form of a cross. The Fool, Magician, Fortune, Death, Strength, and The World. Markus took a deep breath and bit his lip, and put the major arcana back into his deck. He had to get ready to move his best friend out of the den she had been nesting in, for what seemed like ages.</s> <\|message\|>Artyom Barkov Artyom Barkov Artyom's eyes seemed to glaze over a little bit as one of the magic users of the party started to go into... technical details of the craft. Some spiel about different types of magic, good and evil, yadda yadda yadda. He didn't really take in a word of it until the discussion was thankfully over, at which point he blinked as he refocused on the present where he didn't need to he swallowed up with magical know how or debates. Seeing as he seemed to be the center point upon which this group was forming, he decided to make his feelings on the matter known. "Let me put it this way. You could carry around a sack of cute, adorable puppies everywhere you go. Every time you cast a spell, you could reach into that sack and pull out one of the puppies before breaking its neck... and as long as you did your job right, I wouldn't care." Turning to look at the man who claimed to have contacts, he grinned as he pointed to Cael. "Cael, you just became one of my favorite people here. Do what you can." As the question of gaining a ship was raised, he grinned a little knowingly to himself. "Oh don't worry about it. Commandeering a vessel will be easy enough. After all, the ports are currently filled with more ships then they should strictly have and there are plenty of people who came on those ships who left everything back home to get to safety. I can sort out those arrangements easily enough while everyone else is getting things together." @PaulHaynek@Chieri@Suku@Heckno12@Eisenhorn@Lugia@Levias@Leos Klien@dabombjk</s>	<\|message\|>Cael Augire Cael grinned back at Artyom. "Alright then. I'll meet you in the port within a few hours, I'm trusting that you'll deliver on that promise of a ship." Cael's words came out as soon as Artyom had finished speaking. He knew they'd have to move fast in order to make sure that another group hadn't beaten them. This wasn't a race until they tied money into it. The young man chuckled, heading off towards a more prominent part of the capital, the mercantile district. A small portion of the arrogant merchants here owed Grey a pretty penny - he'd saved their lives. "And I think that it is high time I collect on that debt." He spoke to himself, smirking as he stepped up to the first building, knocking twice as he entered. It took him only an hour to secure two large wagons and more than enough supplies, including a handful of extra weapons, all of which were to be delivered to the docks in another hour or so. Until then, Cael wanted to take care of some other business in the area. Patting up and down his person, he found his bag of coins, preparing to deliver them to the blacksmith that had fixed his blade. "Great work as usual, sir. Keep it up." He'd said politely to the burly man, before heading off towards the docks - there wasn't anything else he needed to take care of. The group that had gathered had him curious, especially seeing how some of them seemed to have connections from the past. The archer had openly claimed to be on illegitimate business, not that Cael was on the good side of the law, but also seemed to reference that their 'scout' was involved as well. Hopefully we don't run into any of my old 'friends'. Cael chuckled at the thought. He'd been a part of a mercenary band that had devolved into simple brigands. While he wasn't worried about most of them, the leader had been quite strong, at least a couple years prior. Shaking his head, he finished getting to the port, taking back alleys and staying out of the bustling streets. Once at the port, he sat on one of the empty crates, waiting on the supplies and the party to get there.</s>
<\|description\|>Natalia Winchester (previously Natalia Drake) Nickname: Nat but only certain people get away with calling her that Species: human/hunter Age: 24/about to turn 25 Birthday: November 4th Appearance: She has long brunette hair that has a natural wave to it as well as always being side parted and hazel brown eyes. Almost always sports a smokey eye look with nude lipstick (or a tinted lip balm). She gets teased for it but she doesn't care. Her outfit includes her beloved biker jacket that is always at least a size too big for her, but it makes it all the more comfortable. She always wears racer back vests with black jeans and beaten up old combat boots that she refuses to replace. She'd rather get them get resolved than change them completely and go through the pain of breaking in new boots. She sometimes wears a couple of necklaces round her neck but not always, depends on the job and her mood and sports an anti possession tattoo on her left collarbone like her brothers do. Sexuality- straight and single. Relationships get in the way in her mind. Height- 5'7" Right or left handed: left Scars: a couple of large ones on her back, going diagonally across from her right shoulder blade down toward her left side of her natural waist. Personality: sassy, snarky but loyal to those she let's in emotionally. Quirky at times and old school in her professional life. Relation to characters (optional): half sister, John is her biological father. Bio: The younger sister of the Winchester boys whom she only met much later in life. They collided on a hunt that the boys were doing at the asylum she was in, and from there learned they were all blood related via their father John. Natalia was brought up by her adoptive parents Kara and Harry whom were scared of her by the time she was a teenager. They thought she was insane and put her in a hospital for the insane, as she would have visions in her nightmares of her birth father fighting all things that go bump in the night, making her want to sneak out at night to try and get answers on what they meant. Little did she know it was all a ploy by Hell and a demon named Azazel to get her committed so the wheels would begin turning for her meeting her real family, to play mind games with the winchester boys. She was ready to escape one night when she was in her early twenties, when Azazel of all people went to break her out by letting her out of her room, setting in motion for her to collide with the brothers in her escape attempt, whilst all hell broke lose in the asylum with a wraith. Her relationship with the boys wasn't plain sailing at first. Dean didnt trust her at all. He was convinced for months that she was a fraud until Sam proved him wrong. She feels this is why she grew much closer to Sam as opposed to Dean, despite having much more in common with Dean. She loves old school rock and roll, she loves to sing and sketch in her downtime if they ever get it or when in the backseat of the impala. Weapons: firearms of any kind, she's not fussy in the slightest, but likes the convience of handguns as they can be hidden well enough. If it ever calls for it, she enjoys bringing out her compound bow, but it's very rare she gets to use it for ranged attacks. She also likes her arsenal of knives for close melee attacks. She also has the habit of fiddling with her knives if she's restless or impatient over something, or just plain bored. Has left at least two indentations from her knives in every motel room table she's ever sat at.</s> <\|message\|>AnnaBeth Cason, Dean and Annabeth Annabeth took a deep breath, gasping for air after the outburst as the entire room seemed to be scolding her for something she didn't even know she had the choice to say 'no' to. She closed her eyes, letting their voices wash over her, to get the brunt of it off their chests as she stood still. Cason, on the other hand, crumpled to the floor beside Esme, pulling her to him and rubbing her back to try and get the worst of the shockwave out of her system, before a question burned his mind. He let Natalia scold her, as Annabeth seemed to respect her, and he hoped maybe she could pressure some answers out of her. But when no answers came, and Annabeth stayed silent after Sam finished speaking, he decided to ask the burning question. "What did it cost?", he asked her. His voice exasperated and heartbroken. She didn't answer him at first, only keeping her eyes closed, "Tell me! What did it cost…your soul?" "I have to…", she started, opening her eyes and peering up at Sam before letting out a small sigh of panic. Dean had gathered himself by then, standing up straight and glaring at her. He didn't want to hear what was coming next, but he almost knew the answer. "I have to go with him. He gave me 24 hours.", she whispered. Cason's gasp and groan pierced the near silence in the room as he ducked his head again, "He threatened horrible things. There was nothing any of you could do. Sam would have just broken into pieces in front of all of you, if I had said no. This wasn't a 'go get the others and see what they can find' situation. He didn't even explain why he needed me, only that my choices were stay here…and Sam dies horrifically. Or I go with him, and you're all safe, as long as you don't come after me." She looked over at Natalia, her eyes heartbroken and red, "I didn't make a deal for my eyes. That was just his first good faith payment or something. I made the deal because he could have snapped his fingers at any second…and blown any of you to pieces." Dean cleared his throat, "She's probably right. Alastair is someone I have heard of, recently…and lets just say he's Lilith without the moral compass. If she says he would have killed you, Sam…he would have, in a heartbeat. He's creative, too." Annabeth sighed with relief that Dean understood her motives, if nothing else. She looked up at Sam, knowing that this news wouldn't be what he wanted to hear, and brushed his hair behind his left ear, "You can't come after me. You hardly know me, right? This way…you guys won't have me to worry about. I'll be his problem. And if I get the chance to run, I'll run." Bobby took a deep breath, now that everyone was starting to simmer down and held his hand up, as if he was in class, "We can use my vault, to buy us time, but I can't guarantee he won't come and kill all of us anyway. If we protect Sam and the girl, maybe we can find a way to kill Alastair?" Dean raised his eyebrows, holding a hand out toward Bobby to see if the others agreed with him, as he did.</s> <\|message\|>Esme Marabella Stirling Esme Stirling Esme remained curled in on herself as Cason came to her aide. She didn't have the strength to even try to push him away when he pulled her to him. She could hardly breathe, her chest was on fire, and she was shaking badly from all the emotions that surrounded her in the room. She clutched her chest and tried to take in slow deep breaths and let them out as she listened to everyone talk. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Esme struggled to lift her head to look at Annabeth as she continued to explain what she had to do. Annabeth felt she had to make the deal to keep Sam alive, and even feared this demon would kill them. If she had the air, she would have sighed at the thoughts swimming in her mind. When Dean cleared his throat, she looked at him. His words surprised her. She couldn't help but wonder how he'd known of such a demon. Her attention went back to Annabeth as she spoke to Sam. She closed her eyes tight when she said he could go after and they wouldn't have to worry about her. Those words hit her hard. She didn't like just letting her go off to fend for herself against a demon, even if it was to keep them alive. At Bobby's voice, Esme opened her eyes and listened to his plan. She had to admit; it sounded better than Annabeth going off with this Alastair. When she saw Dean agree with Bobby, she fought to pull herself away from Cason and sat with her legs under her. She didn't attempt to stand, even though she wanted to. She knew she would just collapse back to the floor. So, she stayed sitting and silently nodded in agreement to use Bobby's vault to protect Sam and Annabeth. She ran a shaky hand through her hair to get it out of her face, then looked around the room to see who else agreed with the plan.</s>	<\|message\|>Natalia Winchester (previously Natalia Drake) MIKA, SAM AND NATALIA All three of them couldn't believe what they were hearing. Natalia didn't want to scold Annabeth but she just felt the need to after everything the girl had just gone through, she felt like she needed protecting on a bordering on overprotective scale. She didn't want to think of Annabeth as the selfish type to just make a demon deal for her eyes, but until it was explained why it was made, it was all she could possibly think of. Hells, it was the only thing it was coming across. Now Natalia was not the sentimental type in the slightest, she wasn't one to feel like she needed to protect anyone and everyone that came across their group or grow attached to the person she had to save. Victims were just a job that needed sorting out to her, but Annabeth seemed to get under skin as she clearly did with Sam as well. She didn't understand it personally, but was wondering if it was because Sam was attached to the girl and seemed to recognise her from somewhere else or some moment in his past, when she wasn't in his life herself. When Annabeth explained what Alistair wanted to do to Sam, Nat clenched her fists tightly closed by her sides. She may be the newest in the great scheme of things Winchester, but both of them were her weakness, especially Sam. If how she treated Dean's death and going to Hell badly, it didn't take much to imagine how badly she would take Sam dying. "son of a..." she muttered under her breath, teeth gritted tightly closed, almost grinding them together. They all listened as Dean confirmed that Alistair was a demon that would fulfill his threats and enjoy doing so more to the point. Sam wanted to know how Dean knew this demon, but his mind was racing over how to protect Annabeth at the same time, making it very difficult to fully comprehend and prioritise his thoughts into some kind logical order to make some kind comment. He looked at her when she brushed his hair behind his ear, bringing those memories of their childhood meeting back to the foreground of his mind yet again. "Anna....I can't let you go out there and be in danger" he told her. "Not again..." he mumbled under his breath, loud enough for only her to hear him. Mika stayed beside Dean, in the hopes that her being close to him would be of some kind of calming influence but with his anger practically radiating off of him, she was beginning to feel pretty much useless in helping him in any manner. She watched how Annabeth was with Sam and vise versa making her get assumptions that Sam had met this girl before, still not realising she was the kid they found Sam had run away with into a cabin in the woods in Minnesota. Natalia walked over and put a hand on her shoulder, "Anna, you have never been a problem. Don't ever think that" she told the girl a lot calmer than when she scolded her. She also couldn't help but make the odd glance over at Esme and Cason to see how they were handling the news that Annabeth just dropped on them all, before looking at Bobby as he gave an idea and nodded. "It could work, I'm all for it. We can't let Alistair just have her so easily" she commented, Mika also nodding her agreement. "I'm in agreement also. It's worth a shot surely" Mika replied. Sam had to think it through for a brief moment before nodding his agreement as well. "I agree too" he spoke out.</s>
<\|description\|>Hyng Race: Water Snake Race Abilities: Water snakes aren't particularly notable; what sets them apart from typical garden snakes and their ilk is their ability to manipulate water. It's their primary mechanism for killing prey, but they can't manipulate too much, or else they essentially pass out. Which, you know, is a good way to die in the wild, all things considered. Gender: Male Personality: Hyng is a calculating sort of being, preferring not to go in guns-a-blazing into much of anything. Though he wasn't particularly antisocial, Hyng never really had a major social circle. He has a tendency to be a bit acerbic at times, though, occassionally making tongue-in-cheek remarks about people or things around himself. Though analytical, it would be a lie to say that he can't be a bit... Crazy at times. After all, what sort of progress was made by stability? History (Pre-Mortem): A college student who spent much of his time browsing the internet, Hyng was... Relatively normal, all things considered. A chemistry major in school, the once-blooming college student was well-known for being one of the more... Radical experimenters with chemicals in the lab. While most of those experiments ended without mishap, his final one... Well, let's just say you don't leave a large amount of alkali metals near water for a reason. Appearance (Text or image, whatever works): Right now, Hyng's just... A light blue snake, about a foot long. Other: Speaks via telepathy because of a distinct lack of vocal chords. Yes.</s> <\|message\|>Ariana Ariana wasn't really paying much attention to what was going on around her, at the moment. Not at all, in fact. Rather, she was still staring down in shock at the fact that her legs were now a spider. She was breathing rather rapidly, 'main' set of eyes wide. How? Why? Why would she be a spider person? How could she be a spider person? What would remotely explain how something this ridiculous had occurred? The tiny girl's human portion shuddered as she stared downwards. There were voices around her. The other things could talk? But she wasn't really listening to what they were saying. She was pretty completely distracted by the fact that, you know, her legs were a spider now. She didn't know legs becoming a spider could happen. It didn't seem like something that should happen in any rational world. And yet, here she was. Her legs were now very much a spider. The complete panic she felt at this fact was combined with absolute confusion over her current situation. It wasn't a pleasant mix. "WH-WH-WHY?!"</s> <\|message\|>Mox @Lugia The goblin stared at the first Kobold. "Big-nosed!? Tiny brain!? I went for months outsmarting idiots, Lizard Breath!" He argued back. How the hell was the thing so calm about it all! He's fucking green for Christ sake and she's got frickin' scales! It was then that another creature who looked fairly similar to the other one came to introduce himself. What the heck was a Kobold? It seemed the first one went for some weird name and the other had used his real name. His human name. Adam decided to go with the first option of naming himself. No telling what could go on around here. "Neix and Jeff, eh?" He said, rather amused. "Alright, I'm Mox." He really couldn't think of anything better. Mox was a cool name? Right? Still adjusting to his new body and crass voice, he walked over to the two other creatures. "You'll have to forgive my outburst, I'm just as confused as the others around here." He said. Although, maybe the girl and spider person would need more calming down. Well, no reason to leave these people behind yet, might as well help out. "Well, if we're gonna get outta here, might as well round up a few others, there's strength in numbers y'know?" Mox advised. "I'll go talk to the Amazing Spider-Girl over there." With that, the goblin walked away from the Kobolds and attempted to approach the Drider. "Hey, hey, hey. We all need to calm down around here, okay? Name's Mox. We're gonna get outta here, but I need you to take a deep breath and tell me your name." He greeted, holding out his four fingered hands out flat.</s> <\|message\|>Hyng Hyng stared on as the mob of monsters around him started to wake up on their own. A few didn't even bother freaking out about the water, but those that reacted... Well, they were probably notable. In truth, it probably wouldn't be a far cry to day they might be in the same situation as he was in now--a soul transposed into the body of an animal... Or, well, humanoid monster thing, in the case of the kobolds and the goblin. A glance over at the half-spider half-human girl proved as much; the instinct of most of them in the wild, Hyng assumed, would probably prioritize something like food over appearance. Or, y'know, water. The goblin, at the very least, seemed to have the right idea; calming the one who was the least stable was reducing the risk of further breakdown. As soon as he said that, though, another thing started shrieking like a banshee while... Not actually being a banshee. It seemed to be a girl or something that stood maybe as tall as he was long, and was... Still freaking out. Fun. Well, it was probably best to follow in that goblin's footsteps, all things considered. "Whoaaa. Hold on there, it's not like anything's hostile right now; regardless, I'm not giant; you're just tiny. Probably. Look, freaking out ain't gonna fix anything, so why don't we just calm down and get our bearings straight before jumping to conclusions? For example... Names. Right." To be fair, it wasn't the nicest response, but it was better than nothing. "But names, huh...? Now that I think about it, my name's not really fit for a snake... How about..." "Hyng. You can call me Hyng. That should be fine."</s> <\|message\|>Calypso To her relief, only a few of the creatures seemed to notice her, and they only gave her a few odd looks before continuing about their business. In fact, most of the creatures seemed just as confused as Calypso, some even seemed to be terrified of themselves. Perhaps they used to be human, too? Calypso thought as she slowly sat up. She scratched absently at the scarf around her neck as she watched the interactions of the things around her. Some of them had calmed down enough to start making introductions to one another, but to be perfectly honest, Calypso was not that brave. It was a shame, too, as the scarf knotted around her neck was itchy and uncomfortable, and some of those creatures had thumbs . She was sure that one of the calm ones would be able to remove it. She scratched at the scarf with more vigor, her tiny claws leaving snags in the fabric as she did so, giving her an idea. She used her front claws and dug deep into the fabric, attempting to pull it over her head. She struggled for a moment, growling low in her throat, until she was finally free of the annoying strip of fabric. What kind of sadistic individual had placed it on her to begin with? She scratched at her now naked neck with bliss, before looking at her surroundings more closely. She was in a wide cavern with no discernible exit, but she did spot one of the only creatures that wasn't nightmare inducing, a large, spotted cat. Well, maybe he knows what is going on. She thought, stretching her back. He looks like he would be easier to talk to than the others. With that thought in mind, she dashed after the overlarge cat, making nearly no sound as she did so. She made it nearly to his side before sliding to a stop. He was a lot bigger than she was, so tall that she could nearly walk under him. She swallowed down her uneasiness, and fluffed her tails to give herself courage. It was amazing how used to them she already was. Excuse me, do you know what's going on?</s> <\|message\|>Simba Unknown to Simba his attempt to get away from the two tailed cat failed rather miserably, evidenced by the fact she ran over to him. He was sneaking around when he heard a female voice come from behind. Excuse me, do you know what's going on? After he turned around,he quickly figured out who it belonged to. "Can't help you there, but at least I'm not drowning so it's an improvement." Since the two of them were talking now the best thing he could hope for was that he wouldn't make a fool out of himself. "Honestly I don't think anyone here has any idea what is going on, and while I could be mistaken I have no intention of asking everyone." It wasn't that he didn't care about what was going on, he just reasoned that if someone figured it out he would hear it eventually.</s> <\|message\|>Saffron The brief spell of panic was broken when the snake... talked back. Snakes didn't talk. That was one of reality's normal rules: snakes hissed at you at most, maybe poisoned or choked you if things went really bad, but they didn't strike up a conversation and tell you that you were small. Wait, she was small... she was... At this point, Saffron's attention was turned to her new body. Those... odd feeling things... they were wings and a tail now that she looked. Well... with how many monsters were around, that didn't seem like too big a step down. But... her hair... her fashion... why was she all cute and innocent? With her size, how was she going to cultivate her awesome metal reputation again if she was this tiny cute thing! At least part of her stage name would work... she could hardly use her original one now, and she'd have to build up an impressive monster reputation instead! Hopefully find some dolls with better clothing, too. "You can call me Saffron!"</s> <\|message\|>Neix ~Neix~ Well, her first thought was that Mox was hilarious. Probably would make for fun company at least, if she wanted to make fun of someone. But getting out of here, though? Well...that wasn't exactly her first thought at the moment. While leaving was a pretty fun idea, she was content to stay here for the moment. It seemed safe enough, and it was a good place to get their bearings at least. Still if everyone else left, she'd follow. Safety in numbers and all that. Still, so many people were freaking out. Understandable, really. She'd probably be freaking out herself if she opened her mouth in any capacity that wasn't going to be mocking someone. Her head turned to the second one who was freaking out. She looked...surprisingly human compared to some of them. Ignoring Mox and the spider, Neix walked over to Hyng Saffron, and the other Kobold. Might as well introduce herself to the other Kobold. After all, they were the same race! Might as well get all friendly and buddy buddy so she can mooch off of him~ "Hyng and Saffron, eh? Well, aren't you too just adorable, heh~" She chuckled lightly. "Neix, if ya didn't hear. Guess we're all in the same boat here. At least I've got another Kobold friend~" She gave Jeff a smile, though her voice was full of obvious sarcasm. "Say, you got some food on ya...Jeff? What kinda lame name is that, anyways?" "Whatever...I'm kinda hungry, actually."She then turned to look at Saffron...a mischievous, toothy grin appearing on her face, before it failed, and she shook her head. That was...well, kinda mean. A little far, even for her. "Before ya get scared again, that was a joke..." She fell quiet after that. Ugh, her mouth wasn't going to help things here, so she'd resign herself to silence for the moment. At least until she cleared her head a bit. @Raineh Daze@Lugia</s>	<\|message\|>Hyng "...Wow. You sure got yourself together fast. I'd think that shrinking to the size of a snake would be pretty rattling. Well, then again, I AM a snake now, so... Fair's fair," Hyng said, shaking his head. If he had arms, he'd at least shrug his shoulders, but, well... Yeah. Snake problems. With that problem solved at the very least, Hyng turned his attention to the two kobolds hovering overhead. "...Damn, we're pretty short, aren't we?" Shit, right. He was speaking though telepathy and not an actual voice. Had to get used to controlling that. "A-anyways... Er... Yeah. Jeff and... Neix, was it? Alright. I'll keep those names in mind. Saffron, though... You know, in retrospect, if you're THAT small and naming yourself after a spice..." He trailed off as Neix made her own bad followup joke. "...You open yourself to jokes like that. But hey, what works, works, right? Though... Assuming you two kobolds won't suddenly go feral and eat us, we all still need to find some sorta food. Right. All in favor of finding a way out once spider-girl over there stops freaking out like someone-" Hyng stopped his half-venomous remark when he heard the ever-so-slight sound of someone else introducing themselves. Well, the more people that could communicate, the better... Right? Otsune... Sounded Japanese. No matter. The snake turned his attention to the source and found himself staring at some bastard child of a dog and a crocodile (or was it an alligator?). Wow. Chimeras, too? Did that even constitute as one...? ... Well, whatever. No point questioning the weird shit that seemed to have happened to all of them. "Otsune, was it? One more to the party won't hurt." With that invitation out of the way, Hyng realized that he had... Forgotten the ending to his first remark. Damn. "...So. All in favor of waiting for spider-girl to stop wailing before we head out?"</s>
<\|description\|>Sasha Belov Age: 32 Gender: Male Nationality: Russian Occupation: Gun for hire Branch of government worked for: He was hired to do some dirty work on the DL, but when the media found out about him, the government claimed that he was just a rogue and that they had no connections to him. Personality: Described as intense and driven, Sasha is not a guy you want to make an enemy of. He's intelligent, level headed, collected, and when he sees fit, unnaturally cold. With the heart of a soldier, Sasha will stop at nothing to complete a task he's set his mind on. His sheer will and determination make him a valuable ally. The softer side of Sasha isn't something many people get to see. For one, he doesn't have many people to show it to, outside of his very small friend circle. Afraid of getting too close to other people, lest he be jaded, Sasha doesn't associate with others a whole lot. But when he's decided that your his friend, a warmer, gentler giant begins to emerge. He values close bonds above all else, making his friends the most important things in his life. He doesn't have many, but those he does have, he'd protect with his life. Appearance: Sasha is a very large man. He stands five inches short of seven feet tall, solidly built and muscular. He has pale skin and dirty blonde hair that is kept in a neat buzz cut. His eyes are a gray-ish blue, and cold as ice. He wears mostly old military pants and shirts, in drab green and tans. Other: Sasha speaks with a Russian accent. He speaks several European languages fluently, Russian and English being his best of course. Skills: Your usual military training applies. He's proficient with most guns, but is particularly skilled at hand to hand combat. Has been known for one punch knock outs. He also has some experience in leadership. Likes: Gardening, traveling, cool weather, reading, tinkering with electronics Dislikes: People who are general assholes History: Sasha grew up in Kazan, Russia. His mother overdosed when Sasha was 5. He was left to be raised by his father, who fell into depression after the loss of his wife. His father wasn't the kindest, and often times was abusive. After Sasha's mother had died, he had essentially lost interest in being a father. He would often invite his loud and obnoxious friends over to watch soccer games, drink, and play poker while Sasha hid in his room and pretended not to exist. Sasha wanted to get out of the house as soon as he could, and joining the military seemed like the best option. However, Sasha had something of an authority issue when he was younger. His father's poor job of raising him had turned him into a rebellious punk. After six years of service, Sasha slowly lost some of that punk kid attitude. He was eventually promoted to a second lieutenant and given his own, small platoon. They were deployed to Ukraine, where Sasha and his men were given orders that went against his own set of personal morals. When he refused to carry them out, he was threatened with everything in the book: treason, discharge, prison, the works. Instead, he just quit. Sasha and several of his men went AWOL. He picked up work as a mercenary, doing things that he knew he wouldn't lose sleep over. Most of the time, he did dirty work for various governments who didn't want to wait around and get things done the 'diplomatic' way. One such mission sent him to Mexico to gut a base that served as a drug lord haven. The mafia style group had made several threats to attack the lowers US border, and government officials had good reason to believe that they meant business. The base was located right in middle of a ghetto, and any move against the drug lords risked injuring civilians, and thus pissing off Mexican officials. So Sasha was hired to lead a 'rogue team' to destroy the base. They were successful, but when a civilians was, indeed, injured, the media caught wind of mercenaries working for the US government. Sasha was on his way out of dodge when he was captured by Mexican special forces. He threatened to sing like a bird if the US didn't get him out, so they did. He then conveniently 'disappeared'. Sasha was shipped out to the island a little over a year ago.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Marshall Sasha had seemed delayed in his response to Xander. He couldn't tell if it was intentional to brush off his dumb statement or he was lost in a faraway thought that had returned to greet his mind. "Well Sash my boy that makes two...make that probably three of us that aren't good russians," Xander had a nice little laugh to that. "Why not pull up a chair over here brotha and join us for casual conversation. If you refuse though I might cry so I warn you I am an ugly crier." Xander and Jo kept on moving pieces around the board as he thought about the rag tag group he ended up with in here. So many different operatives of different kinds here obviously. I bet some kind of uprising, you know like in the movies, around these parts would be better then anything Spielberg could ever create thinking to himself as he shifted around in his seat.</s> <\|message\|>Sasha Belov "I'm in the middle of a game," Sasha said stubbornly. He didn't like to socialize here. Probably because he got attached to people too easily, and any one of them was bound to go missing any day. But he was almost done with his game of solitaire, and as much as he hated to admit it to himself, he did kind of like Xander. From a distance, the man reminded him of a mouthier Amid. After his game was over, ending with him being unable to make any more moves, Sasha put the deck back together and begrudgingly got up to transfer to the couch that sat slightly closer to the other two. He leaned on the arm of the couch, propping his head up with his right hand. "So where are you two from?" He asked, finally. It seemed like a pretty standard conversation starter question.</s> <\|message\|>Alexander Marshall Xander's eyes went wide. He didn't think it would be that easy to get into a conversation with the hulking Sasha. However, fate seems to be in their corner so he enjoyed the ride. "Central Florida bud. Where the humidity is high and so is the age of the locals." finishing with a smile, "What about yourself big papa pump?" Xander was honestly interested in learning a bit more about both of these guys. He had been here for a few months and, besides Nancy, he hadn't really gotten to know anyone else. Deep down though he knew that everyone began to know him because of how loud he could be.</s> <\|message\|>Sasha Belov Sasha didn't pretend like he understood the nickname. He probably didn't want to. He pretty much just ignored it and moved on. "Kazan," He said, then added, "Russia." The latter was pretty obvious. "I've uh...never been to Florida." He offered up the last part because after a year of no social life, he wasn't quite sure how to talk like a normal human being anymore. What the hell did he even have to talk about? He read books and scratched calendars into the wall for fun.</s> <\|message\|>Nancy Harper Nancy's brow furrowed. That was exactly what he had told her- that something was weird here, and that things were dangerous. Sure that was patient talk... but then why did Joshua word's echo Sasha's, about staying cautious and keeping her wits about her? People kept telling her how odd this place was... of course it was! It was on an island for crying out loud! She had thought the job posting was for movie extras at first. But this was the first time she had heard them from two totally different demographics of people within the space of only a couple hours. "I highly doubt I'm in some kind of bad position. They like me now, but I haven't had to restrain any of them, or follow through on a procedure they don't want. Once I have to do that, I bet they won't trust me anymore." It was a sad thought, but true. "Besides, what's so bad about the patients trusting me? That's kind of what nurses strive for. Until they get burnt out, anyway." They were nearly to the cafeteria by now and Nancy happened to glance through the door they were passing- the door into the recreation room. Xander and Sasha were in there, talking. Another patient she hadn't dealt with too much- Jocylin? Joanne? Something with a J- was playing checkers with Xander. She was glad there was something for them to do. North</s> <\|message\|>Doctor Thomas Greene @Americore @Metronome Thomas Greene He eyes hardened at Kevin's statement. "Escape?" He pursed his lips and then couldn't help but let out a dry, hard laugh. "Where ever would they go? They're trapped on a bloody island!" He clapped his hands together in front of him and shook his head slowly. "Please keep your ears and eyes open for more intel. I'm counting on you to let me know of any rash plans that are being planned and any escape routes that are being mapped out." In secret, Dr. Greene knew that several patients were talking about trying to slip through the cracks in security. Quite frankly, he kept security as lax as he did to encourage escape plans. It helped weed out some of his experiments. The ones that were willing to escape usually had something to live for outside the walls and therefore would be missed if they were to disappear one day. He and Dr. Brennan worked strictly on patients that had no one and had nothing outside of their lives behind the white walls of the hospital. "If that is all?" He asked finally when Kevin said nothing. Dr. Greene stood and straightened out his lab coat. "I have a meeting to prepare for," he said dismissively and picked up a few files that had been lying open on his desk. He straightened up the papers, closed the files, and tucked them neatly under his left arm. Dr. Greene was nothing if not neat, tidy, and organized. Walking to the door slowly, he opened it to allow Kevin to leave. "Unless you plan on attending the meeting." --- Jocylin Redford Jo eyed the large Russian as he entered the room and sat back in her chair. He was an intimidating sight. She had been to Russia a few times and had worked a few missions there, and she knew they were no soft and sweet people. They usually meant business and that business usually meant death. Her lips curled into a small smile and Xander called to him and tried to strike up a conversation with Sasha. Rolling her eyes, she swore that the man would strike up a conversation with a post if it talked back to him. Surprised when Sasha actually acknowledged them, she looked over her shoulder and brushed the hair from her face. "I was born in North Carolina, but I have lived all around from Paris to Washington DC to England for a short time." She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "I moved around a lot," she concluded blandly and made another move on the board. "King me," she stated with a smirk and winked at Xander. "Too lost in thought to pay attention to our game?" she teased lightly.</s> <\|message\|>Kevin Peudo. "Well can i ask what the meeting will be about?" Kevin said feeling a bit weird around Dr.Greene, Their was something about him that frightened him more so then the patients here. He stopped at the doorway looking over to the doctor. Kevin was worried something big was going to happen and he would be stuck right in the middle of it and it was something he would not want to be in the middle of. He would have to pick a side one that he would not know which one but it would be the one to keep him alive. Slicking his greasy hair back thanks to the hair gel he used this morning.His hair was starting to become sweaty so he could smell the gel that filled up his nose.</s> <\|message\|>Joshua Dela Luna Joshua had his hands in his pockets as he moved towards the cafeteria, eyes forward and never looking at the one he's talking to. Her curiosity was amusing. Of course she wouldn't notice yet. Just like how Kevin doesn't suspect the doctors as much as the patients. Maybe Doc Greene but there were some that were as suspicious as him. Take Doc Brennan for example; sure she looks innocent, but she gives off the same vibes as Doc Greene. Guards that have stayed for years in this place knew that something was wrong. Not just because it was on an island and it housed non-crazies, but because of how people just seemingly... disappeared. Without a trace. "I fear that they'll use you to get to the patients Nancy. You might end up doing something you don't want to." He then shook his head. "That is, if my assumptions are correct." He continued. There really was no proof to be honest. No proof that the doctors are the ones causing the disappearances. Or rather, the only evidence he had was them escorting the 'missing' patients down in the elevator but nothing other than that. It would make you suspicious, yes, but overall that isn't enough to draw conclusions. His eyes trailed to the recreation room where the ones he had interacted with before, and Sasha, were located. Jocilyn and Xander were playing chess and the Russian was playing Solitaire from the looks of it. At least they weren't deprived of their rights to play. He then nodded at the guards posted there as a greeting and they replied with either a wave or a nod. "Perhaps you'll find out more in the meeting. Maybe not." He shrugged. "Who knows, I'm just a guard anyway." He was free to make assumptions but in the end, he can't really do anything. Even if what the doctors were doing were illegal and inhumane, so were the things he did. And he still had to side with them given his job. That is, if the superiors decide to keep him in this asylum. If not, he was free to choose.</s>	<\|message\|>Sasha Belov "I had a friend from Paris," Sasha said, then paused. "I have no idea where he's at now, though." He shifted in his chair a little as he changed to subject. While he was actually talking to people, he may as well try and get some useful information. "Have either of you ever noticed the boats that come and go from this island," He said, his voice slightly lowered. "I think they're just cargo ships, but they must have a set schedule." He didn't know why he was sharing this train of thought with two people he hardly knew, or trusted. Because it sure as hell sounded like he was planning some sort of escape. They could easily go squeal on him and get his ass burnt. Or maybe they had ideas too...</s>
<\|description\|>Vaeri Dryearurdrenn Age: 143 Alignment: Lawful Good Race: Elf Class: Cleric/Barbarian Appearance/Clothing: Vaeri is an innocent looking elf, standing at about 5' 7" (170 cm) with long, straight raven hair that extends down to the base of her back, pale skin and bright blue eyes. At a glance she's quite beautiful with full lips, a small button nose, thin eyebrows and high cheekbones, when one takes a closer look, several tiny scars are visible all over, disfiguring her otherwise graceful looks. Likewise, Vaeri's exposed flesh, the rare times one can see them initially appear smooth and untouched, but upon closer inspection are covered in scars and barely contain wiry muscle below. Vaeri dresses as a lady of the cloth should, with a dark blue full body cloak. The fabric is adorned with intricate patterns in white to provide visual contrast and indicating her status as a clergywoman. Around her neck and outside the cloak, Vaeri wears a necklace bearing the holy symbol of her god. However, underneath the cloak is a full set of leather armor, battle ready and kept in top shape at all times. Skills: Concentration, Sense Motive, Knowledge (Religion), Knowledge (Nature), Climb, Jump, Sleight of Hand, fletching arrows, surviving out in the wild Natural Abilities: Keen senses, the ability to see better than humans in low light Magic/Spells: Heal: @Afina can decide how good this is Tongues: Allows the caster to speak any language for the duration of the spell Turn Undead: Vaeri can attempt to make Undead flee from her presence temporarily. Powerful Undead can resist this. Divine Might: Holy power infuses the caster, temporarily making them more powerful and resilient Flame Strike: Smites foes with holy flames Additional Information: Vaeri worships Menhit, lion-goddess of War. (Fun fact her name means She who massacres) Weapons: Vaeri carries a composite shortbow and a two-handed battleaxe Possessions: On Vaeri's right ring finger is a ring of protection. One her back she carries a backpack that can hold more than you think it would and what Vaeri wants from the bag will always be at the top (the item in question must have been put in the bag beforehand for this to work). Inside the bag are her necessities (tent, rope, bedroll, tarp for the tent, soap, cooking utensils, oil, a lamp, flint and steel), holy texts, 8 vials complete with cork stoppers, 3 vials of Inflict Wounds potions, a Scroll of Gust of Wind, and about 2 weeks worth of rations. She also has a coin purse with about 20 gold pieces in it. On her hip is a quiver with 20 arrows. Personality: To strangers, Vaeri appears to be a gentle elf, always keen to help those in need and be a travelling force of good in the world. However, as you get to know her, slowly she morphs into an entirely different person, brash, head-strong and a braggart, this true face of Vaeri shows exactly why she worships the goddess she does. The elf loves battle of all kinds and will gleefully jump into battle whenever she can. History: Vaeri grew up in a forest village mostly populated by other elves to a carpenter. IN her childhood, she began learning the bow as all children did. Her prowess with weaponry was admired just as much as her excessive enthusiasm for using them was worrying. One day while out hunting alone she was overcome by a vision of the lion-goddess Menhit who commanded Vaeri to go out into the world and find a man with two right hands. After this experience, Vaeri began following the goddess of war and has dedicated her life to this mission. The cleric has been following this notice for strong adventurers as a possible lead for locating this mysterious man. Name: Kazuo Blaide Age: 22 Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Race: Human (with slight traces of elven blood) Class: Samurai (Ronin) Appearance/Clothing: Image WIP Basic description: 5' 11", lean muscular build, tan skin, long wavy black hair, slightly pointed ears thick arched eyebrows, hard brown eyes, stubble from forgetting to shave last week. Wears common street wear (no armor) but with his sword at his hip and sandals instead of more conventional close-toed shoes. Skills: Katana Specialization, Daikyu Specialization, Punching Specialization (3), Etiquette, Riding (Land-Based), Reading/Writing, Navigation, Weather-sense, Blind Fighting, Mountaineering, Weapon Smithing Natural Abilities: N/A Magic/Spells: Focus Energy - With a loud yell, Kazuo focuses his ki to temporarily boost his strength to the absolute limit of human potential for 1 minute. Additional Information: * Father: Ukon Bootsnatcher (Wandering Ronin) * Mother: Mira Blaide (Master of the Blaide School of martial arts) * Uncle: Hiron Bootsnatcher (Funnily enough also a martial artist) * Family Friends: Mazon Rohtar (Half-orc Warrior Singer; married to Hana) Hana Rohtar (Gnome Bard/mage; married to Hana) Elincia Nartolia (Human cleric) Kanti Dryearurdrenn (Elf Ranger who is coincidentally Vaeri's distant cousin) Weapons: A Katana, his fists Possessions: A black horse named Trombe whose saddlebags carry a tent with a tarp, a bedroll, 10 days of trail rations, a fire starter, a mess kit, 4 pints of oil, a hooded lantern, a waterskin, a straight razor, a utility knife and 50 feet of hemp rope. Personality: Kazuo, like his mother is a quiet person, who rarely speaks when he doesn't need to, and like his father, has a habit of getting easily bored. Unlike either of his parents, Kazuo is a rather forgiving man, able to let insults and slights against his person pass. One thing that runs strong in his blood is a love of conflict and competition. The variety and outcome of the competition does not matter, the rush he gets from giving his all against somebody doing the same is what he lives for, and he'll seek this feeling out even if it proves to be self-destructive in the long run. History: Kazuo's mother was a Half-Elf monk and his father was a human samurai. He did not get to know his father very well, only able to meet him a few times during his life, and his mother would tell very little about him. Apparently they knew each other from some running tally they had of dueling to the death and somehow that ended in a tryst that produced him. Kazuo's mother, Mira was a harsh woman who commanded strength and grace that was almost otherworldly. Her beauty was undercut by rage and bloodlust barely kept under wraps. Her bloodlust was so great it seemed to almost materialize in combat and it colored her ki, a normally invisible force a dark purple. She did her best to raise Kazuo as gently as possible, but even her smoothest side was like a cat's tongue. When he grew old enough, Mira tried to teach him the ways of her school of martial arts. She had been the last member of the school, and had dedicated her life to rebuilding it from the ground up. Kazuo's body was able to learn the physicality of the art well, but he lacked his mother's talent to utilize ki, only able to boost his strength with it. Kazuo's father, Ukon was a wandering samurai, a Ronin. His skills with the quickdraw technique allowed him to cut down all but the hardiest of men with a single motion of his blade. Brash, perpetually battle-hungry and a bit dull-witted, Ukon did not even know he had a son until Kazuo was 15. As a kind of apology/gift for reaching manhood, Ukon bequeathed upon Kazuo his spare katana, but left without teaching him how to use it. Mira knew the basics of swordsmanship, so seeing her son's attachment to the weapon taught him what little she knew, leaving the rest to him. Upon reaching his 18th birthday, Mira grew tired of trying to teach him to properly use his ki, and remembered how she had grown when she traveled the countryside. So she kicked him out and, "Come back when you're a successor I can be proud of." Since then, Kazuo has traveled the lands trying to become strong enough for his mother to accept him.</s> <\|message\|>Drizzak. Drizzak --- --- The chill of the early morning did not seem to affect the short figure emerging from the treeline as it entered the village. The activity beginning to arise within the settlement seemed to pause slightly as the figure passed by, garbed in hide and what appeared to be the skin of a bear, complete with paws for a mantle and head for a hood. The figure beneath that hood was shadowed, face unable to be seen save for one stand-out feature. The figure was smiling. It was smiling wide. Wider and wider as it pulled the crumpled bit of parchment from beneath its cloak and brought it up to its face. The notice from the Convent of the Sisters of Light. It took only a moment for the hood to fall and reveal the long ears, jagged fangs and luminous eyes of a rather strange goblin. He seemed to dance from foot to foot as he looked around. Drizzak was out, back in the world. He was roaming the wilds once more. It was time for adventure, for glory, for combat and for him to make his mark on the world. And what a mark he would make. Crumpling the paper, he turned in circles to look over the village. Eyes of scared and confused villagers fell on him as he began to cackle. To shriek laughter as he looked around for his first destination. The Apothecary. The house of healing and spell drinks. He felt an odd yearning as he whiffed the chemical smalls on the wind. Like a rabbit, he hopped and bounded over to the door and pushed it open with a great huff. The light of the sun behind him made him seem like a figure worth revering. Almost as if he were preordained to be something fantastic. The goblin stood in the light, giggling madly as he checked the whip at his hip, and the sword at his other. It was time to ride again. The carnage would begin soon, as would his story. He only needed to find this 'Sister Agnes', and with a shrill bark, he spoke. "WHERE IS SISTER-LADY EGGNESS?!"</s> <\|message\|>Fiona Fiona had positioned herself with her back to the wall next to Tobias, and found herself suddenly glad she had someone she at least sort of knew going into this. She'd been expecting a few others to take up the call for this job, but not this many. They were of many different varieties; quite a few other humans, but some less common races as well, some of which she had simply never seen before, having only left her secluded corner of the world a short few years ago. It was enough to make her feel a little small, being the beginner adventurer of the group. Hooking her thumbs under her belt, she listened to Tobias's worrying, resisting the urge to roll her eyes again. "Well, at least they're all on our side. We're working together in this, remember?" After being handed the list of materials, she studied the ingredients they were being asked to collect, and was suddenly glad for so much experienced company. Fiona hadn't even heard of most of these, and knew less about where to find them. Certainly some of the others were herbalists to some degree, or more experienced with this. Her role was clearly going to be one of protection on the way to these things, and any battles that were necessary in actually collecting them. "Think of it this way, Tobias," she said to him. "Since we're all a team, no one should have to do anything they aren't equipped for. No one will ask you to fight any dragons for us." She lowered her voice then to ensure that only he would hear her. "But look at this group. What if someone we meet needs to be persuaded of something? Most of them don't look like the sociable type to me. You could be really valuable to us." She smiled slightly, hoping perhaps to reassure him. Thief or no, he was a friend by now, and Fiona did like the idea of having a friend along for this. "I'm Fiona, by the way," she said, to the group at large. "If we're doing introductions."</s>	<\|message\|>Vaeri Dryearurdrenn Well, quite the gaggle of characters had come in since Vaeri had talked to the clergyman. A large man who introduced himself as a trained wizard, an oddly dressed man with a shaved head, a skeleton with a living flower growing inside it, and a tanned human woman carrying elven arrows. Vaeri was almost certain that she couldn't trust everyone here, but for now she remained silent. Careful to keep as much of her body hidden in the cloak, the cleric took the handout given to her. As soon as she finished looking over the note her hand slipped back underneath the cloak. Vaeri was about to comment on the surprising list of ingredients necessary (she didn't know what a Mist Dragon was, but it wouldn't like having its blood taken) when the door opened again, this time to a human dressed in scholarly robes carrying a staff with a gem on top. He was likely a spellcaster of some kind. Perhaps another wizard. This line of thought was cut off by another entrant, a small green thing with a wicked smile demanding to know where "Lady Eggness" was. It carried on its person a whip and an exotic curved knife. It looked mostly harmless. It was then that the first human woman who had walked into the shop introduced herself. Well, it was only polite to follow suit. "I am Vaeri Dryearurdrenn, pleased to make your acquaintence."</s>
<\|description\|>Antonio Victor Barnes Character Sheet: Age: 65 Gender: Male Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Lycanthrope; were-lion. Physical Description: Talents:- Beastman form; deadly and effective, but terrifying and very, very, very obvious. It is a combination of a Lion's instincts and muscle density and natural equipment with the upright stature of a human being and a degree of their thought processes melded with the instinct of the animal. It is monstrous and the reason the legends exist. - Full African lion form - like the cat. Not nearly as useful as, say, a wolf form that could be written off as a dog. - Fast-healing in man-beast. In other forms, he takes damage normally. - If hit with anything silver, he is immediately shifted back into normal human form. Also, if a silver bullet is in him, he is unable to shift. - Rage; in enough pain, he'll see red and there is the potential to start killing indiscriminately to escape this. On the other hand, he's had years to learn how to control this. - As the moon cycles, his abilities wax and wane; at full moon, he has a hard time controlling said abilities. Nearer the new moon, he finds it requires an extra degree of effort to use his abilities and he tends to tire out easier. - Even as a human, he has increased senses that allows him to detect things with his nose; for example, sweat and various other secretions, and where they are emotionally based on that. It's a combination of animal magnetism and animal instinct. History:Antonio Victor Barnes was born to a Afro-Cuban mother and a half-white father in New Camden, in the Dorset neighborhood, which was once home to the Cardinal's Point General Motors factory. His father, Joe, had a good job there, though he worked very hard for it. He'd come to Camden from Virginia. His mother had very little to say about the country she left or the circumstances back there. In 1967 Uncle Sam decided to draft Antonio into the Vietnam War. He arrived in December of 1967 and saw service right as the Tet Offensive started up in February of 1968. He served in the 9th Infantry Division in the Mekong Delta, fighting near the Cambodian border. Serving as a cherry (replacement) in his new platoon, he served for five months of his tour, watching guys get blown up by booby traps, wounded by mortar fire, shot by Cong and NVA and otherwise chopped up in a futile-seeming war in the jungle; waist deep in the muck of the Mekong Delta. His battalion suffered repeated Viet Cong and NLF/PAVN attacks one night and the next put his company out on the outpost line, which was then overrun by a particularly savage attack by the Vietnamese. Terrified, with his squad dying and dead around him in the jungle night, he changed into the man-beast form and mauled a number of VC and NVA regulars, even as the A-6 Intruders dropped napalm and cluster bombs all over the jungle when the company CO called down the strikes inside his box, on top of the heads of friendlies. His position took a hit, but he survived, to the astonishment of the reinforcements combing over the battlefield, policing up the weapons and the mauled bodies; the Vietnamese were dumped into a mass grave, the Americans taken to graves registration. But no one could figure up what tore up all these people -- some of the bodies were ripped to shreds. "Shrapnel, napalm, fuckit," they said. Barnes was MIA. He spent time in the jungle, hunting, killing and learning his abilities, and eventually had a sense of how to control them enough to shift back to human form and find help. During that time, the legends were rife in VI Corps and Viet Cong alike of a killer tiger running about in the Delta, a huge, dangerous beast. So it was considered a miracle when he finally was found by the Army; presumed to have escaped POW captivity among the Viet Cong as well as the man-eater of the Mekong, he was evacuated out and then honorably discharged at the end of his draft service in Fort Polk. His return to the World, coincided with the start of economic hard times in Camden, especially as Cardinal's Point started to lay people off and he flirted around with various dissident movements like the Black Panthers and other organizations that were concerned with the plight of the black man in America, especially after Vietnam. Every full moon, there was the potential for devastation and destruction, and he isolated himself to keep from having another situation where he killed people indiscriminately. He bummed around the country and, ironically, ran into the Courts in New Orleans of all places, where the supernatural are able to move about a little more freely, and the mortals know a little more than they ought to. His girlfriend at the time, Marie, a Creole, introduced him to the Courts and the supernatural community, though she was somewhat shaky on how things worked because she wasn't entirely clued in, but steered him to people who definitely were. He learned that he wasn't alone, wasn't the only one and there was a world out there with laws...and that if his black ass felt discriminated against before, wait until he met the Nobles of the courts. New Orleans wasn't the worst place to lay up and learn things, the Court there was not one of the worst and he used his GI benefits to enroll in Tulane University, where he majored in social work, and carried that into a Master's in Business Administration while working in social work all over the State of Louisiana, where it was needed. In the course of time, he returned to Camden when his father got sick to help take care of his parents, sometime in the early 1980's, and found that that Camden was as economically depressed as New Orleans. He quickly got to work with local activists and other like minded folk and started trying to find ways to work the system and rebuild the thriving middle class neighborhood he lived in, even as yuppie white fuckers exported all the jobs to places like China, and, ironically, Vietnam. Fast forward decades later, and Antonio still looks rather young (magical energy tends to sustain a longer lifespan anyway) and has no idea how long his life is going to be, but he's spent a lot of it building the Horizon Foundation, a large not-for-profit that is devoted to preserving New Camden's cultural history and finding new ways to turn old buildings into something profitable within the community as well as retraining and employing locals, particularly out of economically depressed areas like his native Dorset. He paid his tithe, avoided Court politics and was trying to do something good with his life when Nemsemet came to town. Not liking the injustice of the Court, he didn't really care what Nemsemet did to the likes of Caradoc de Lacy. The only problem is, of course, that Nemsemet is a crazy motherfucker and he's not stopping there. . He's also rallied a lot of lycanthropes to the cause, men and women that are a lot less controlled than Antonio is, raised in clans together that distrust the outside world and are indoctrinated against normal humanity. It's understandable, they've been hunted, persecuted and have lived on the margins. Antonio has some sway with them, in that they are not enthusiastically hunting one of their own, but they aren't listening when he tries to rally these various lycanthrope clans. Nemsemet is bad news. Now he's on the run like a lot of other people. Psychological Profile:Deep down, Barnes is still guilty about what he did in Vietnam, flying off the handle, killing a bunch of people indiscriminately. While time has healed some of it, he left the 'Nam resolved to do something worthy and good with the rest of his life, and got into the nitty gritty of social work and entepreneurial neighborhood development. He's always been careful to avoid getting overly involved in Court politics. The Court, so long as one pays tithe and avoids breaking the Concealment Edict, really doesn't care. On the other hand, the injustice of the Court rankles Antonio, and he's happy to see it gone. But he has a regard for human life that most lycanthropes don't, and is one of the few standing against Nemsemet. Possessions:A nice house, inherited from his deceased parents that isn't really safe to stay in any more. He's socked away money wisely invested, as well as his considerable salary as the CEO of Horizon. He has a particularly nice 1969 Pontiac Firebird and a shotgun at home that, quite frankly, he doesn't use. He has a nice cell phone though and some authentic Vietnamese Buddhist prayer beads he picked up in the 1990's when he travelled back to 'Nam to make his peace with the past. They have supernatural significance that he doesn't really understand. Yes, and:...Flint and Antonio had a run-in in 1987 or so, when Flint suspected Antonio in a grisly series of murders that involved the consumption of corpses after digging into his Vietnam War history. Antonio was charged by the court, though his innocence was proven when the murders continued with him in custody. Flint and Antonio worked together grudgingly to catch the werewolf family responsible for it, but there's no love lost there.</s> <\|message\|>Parael Magnus Parry squeezed his eyes shut, his breathing hitching as the memories poured into him. Fire and death. That was what followed the bearer of his sword, everywhere he went. The man (definitely a man, he'd picked up on that much) was an efficient and calculating warrior, not shirking from brutality if it was required. Not ancient like Nemsemet, but definitely old. As far as Parry could tell, the vision he'd thrown through the connection of the plagued city was either ignored or accepted as fact. One way or another, the bearer of his sword didn't care a whit about that sight. It was an everyday occurrence to him- a drop in the metaphysical bucket. Shit like that happened every day in the real world, so why would he care? The thought, the memory, came clear as day at the end. Transmitted like a line of text over the internet. And then Parry had a name to put on the dark soul that kept laying hands on him. Charles Gordon. And just like that, the dark presence in his core retreated and vanished, leaving Parry curled up on the toilet with Rikive's hands on his shoulders, his face wet with his own tears while he couldn't get enough air in his own lungs. "They're playing with it," Parry said, gritting his teeth as he hugged himself harder. "Studying it. I don't- I don't know what he's going to do with it, but they know what they have. Charles Gordon knows what he has."</s> <\|message\|>Rikive Heimdalsdóttir Rikive scowled and let go of Parael's shoulders to run her hands through her drying hair. Charles Gordon, the name didn't ring any bells for her but maybe Beth knew who he was? She seemed to have a knack for collecting information from what Parael has mentioned about her. "Parael, I want you to take deep breaths." She advised him, placing one hand back on his shoulder and looking toward the door of the bathroom. "We have a name. That's good, that's really good. If we have a name then we can find out more about this man and get the sword back." Before anything was done to Parael? She didn't know. But it was something. "Just, try to remain calm." She grimaced. That was like asking the rain to fall upwards. "I'm going to go get Beth and ask her what she knows about this Gordon." She crouched again so she was at eye level with him. "Deep breaths, brother. Deep breaths." She wrapped her arms around him in a strong embrace before letting go and standing back up. Hesitantly she left the bathroom and went in search of Beth. It wasn't hard to find her as it seemed everyone else was crowded in the room with their 'guest'. Good, if she tried to break out there was more than enough muscle in that room to either keep her contained or kill her. Rikive entered into the room, looking around for a moment at the mismatched and thrown together group. It still had not quite sunk in that she was the leader of these people. "Beth." She called out and made a motion with her hand for the ghost to come with her. "I need to borrow you for a moment." She said, stepping out of the doorway and back into the hall to wait for her.</s>	<\|message\|>Antonio Victor Barnes "Whitey, we don't have the space, people or time to torture some vampire and then either guard her or murder her. Think it through man," Tony murmured, "Besides, if she shows up on the street again after it's known she got grabbed, Nemsemet isn't gonna trust her anyway. So try not beating the fuck outta her like it's a station house with extra broomhandles in the closet, man." It was just a thought, but Tony was being sarcastically helpful. On the other hand, he was right. The climate was very suspicious right now, and when Tony wasn't in the Beastman, he understood the whole concept of suspicion and fear of snitching -- it was all over the neighborhoods he worked in. Sure, he was a college educated man that worked with local pastors and others to figure out ways to solve poverty issues, but he also lived in Dorset, where the code of silence was a real and thriving thing, and people got killed for suspicion of ratting out on the criminals to the police. Same principle applied. And that's why he was giving Kaori a toothy little grin. It was all 'fuck you' for the cat smell reference, laying out the options real starkly. "So you could tell us all about Billy Rikker because he will never believe we caught you and let you go, and if we do let you go, we'll make sure to do it in a way that makes it look like it was a friendly parting or a botched up dropoff. He's still alive, you know and bloodsuckers are always looking for an excuse to off rivals to get ahead and I bet it ain't any easier with Nemsemet ruling as the man now. I wonder who would like to sell your ass down the river to Billy Rikker and the Mummy?"</s>
<\|description\|>Zephyr Tremblett Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Talent: Cold/Ice Backstory: Zephyr's mind has two modes, utterly obsessed and totally uninterested. It explained a lot about how he did so well in his martial arts classes, yet so poorly in his school classes. When his mind was turned on there was almost nothing he couldn't do. One of the things he had always been interested in was magic, and luckily for him there was apparently a master of magic hidden in the forest just waiting for apprentices. Once zephyr set his mind to it he packed his things and off he went. Magic Color and Meaning: Orange. Passionate Primary Source of Magic: It begins in his heart and flows most easily to his hands. It works best when being used to do something Zephyr really cares about. Other: He brought with him about a days worth of food, a sleeping bag, some money, and his katana which he got from his martial arts classes.</s> <\|message\|>Mckenna (Mecca) Rae Richards Mecca clenched her teeth as her body went rigid with pain. Her golden eyes glared straight ahead of her. When the needles started to press harshly against her skin she just kpet clenching her teeth. Well she couldn't tell if her teeth were still clenched, there was just so much pain.</s> <\|message\|>Zephyr Tremblett As the pain shot through him Zephyr just thought of what was keeping him going. Magic is understanding of the universe. Understanding is knowledge. Knowledge is power. After what felt like an eternity he fell to the ground on his knees. Looking at the Magic Man, he seemed amused watching them all suffer, probably because he was counting on no one expecting that pain. Zephyr gave the man a weak thumbs up before collapsing in the snow, unable to move for the time being.</s> <\|message\|>Charles Edward McCloud The Master would clap in surprise at how they was, "interesting... you have managed to surprise me" he states then he raises his eyebrow at Bristle when he senses something "well you don't get time to 'celebrate'" he states and snaps his fingers to put everyone to sleep sense the ritual was over. he'd walk over to bristle scratching his chin thinking how to deal with some trouble he spotted, then grins seeing one of bristle's positions and gets and idea....... The apprentices would begin to wake in a big room that is filled with rows of bed, almost like an infirmary. All the apprentices would find all their possessions gone, and their clothes changed. They would be wearing old wool made clothes, set up more old time wise. The females would be wearing a dress of shorts of a light brownish color. While the guys would be wearing a tunic and trousers, the tunic being same color as the dresses but the trousers would be even darker. there would be two doors in this room, one marked a 'rest room' while the other has a note on it stating 'Once you all are finally awake follows these instructions' it then gives a path to go. 'and meet me at your first training field.' @booksmusicanime @Rex @Eklispe @RomanAria</s> <\|message\|>Bristle Bristle woke up with a groan, that had been the absolute worst thing he'd ever been through. He felt his new clothes curiously, well this was somewhat different. Oh well, free clothes were free. He stretched and found that his muscles were in fact still intact, albeit somewhat sore. Looking around he found that apparently not everyone had died. Good news just kept coming. Shrugging he reached for the closest door and saw a note on it. Follow the path hm? Bristle looked back at the other sleeping members curiously, it seemed he was the first up. Since he didn't really like the thought of meeting the master alone he knocked on the door in an attempt to wake somebody else up to walk with him.</s> <\|message\|>Alex Danger Alex opened his eyes and sat up. He didn't remember falling asleep or falling asleep in a bed for that matter. He rubbed the right side of his head to try and dull the throbbing headache. He sighed, "Last time I felt like this was when I broke my arm and woke in the hospital with all those pain killers in my body." He shook his head and noticed his clothes had changed. "Well that's just perfect. Those clothes where three hundred dollars online," Alex said before he moved to the side of his bed and looked around. He couldn't find the med kit he bought or any of the other possessions he had with him. He stood up and stumbled before getting his footing and said, "Great, both the med kit and my IPod is gone. Guess I won't need them for the next test." Alex stretched before his stomach growled. "Could use a slice of pizza though," Alex said.</s> <\|message\|>Mckenna (Mecca) Rae Richards Mecca darted up-right, pain shooting through her sore limbs. She went to feel for her lighter, wanting to take comfort in these strange surrondings only to find herself in a dress. "I hate dresses." She grumbled as she stood on her shaky legs and made her way towards the door where Bristle was at, grumbling things to herself.</s> <\|message\|>Zephyr Tremblett Zephyr woke up feeling better than he did right after the ritual, but that wasn't saying much. The first thing he noticed was he was in different clothes. These new ones were pretty comfy, but he didn't even want to think of what the Master did to get them all changed. It seemed everyone was waking up, Bristle being the first. He was standing by the door knocking on it, Zephyr guessed to make noise to wake the others. As he stood up Zephyr also realized he didn't have any of his personal items with him. "This guy better not have thrown my sword away," he said to himself as he walked over to Bristle. "So we have instructions already?" He nodded at the note, wondering what exactly their first assignment would be.</s> <\|message\|>Bristle "Yep, no time off for us." Bristle said cheerfully in response to the swordless swordsman's question. Now that everyone was awake they could get going, "Seems the magic man wants us to meet him at the first training field, I'm Bristle by the way." He said as way of introducing himself since he didn't know anyone's names so it stood to reason they didn't know his. Then he snatched the note with the map off the door and walked out following it until he arrived at the training field. Theoretically the others would follow him.</s> <\|message\|>Charles Edward McCloud As the apprentices would arrive in the new location, it would be a huge field that's surrounded by canyon walls. unsure how such a place exists in where their suppose to be. the temperature would be comfortable warm, and the master would be seen sitting on a rock reading a book in middle of the field. he would look towards the apprentices as they arrived "about dam time" he says "been sleeping for months.. then again that's expected for your bodies to adapt to it's new form" he states "you may look like you use to, and feel like you use to. but there has been massive changes done to your bodies.." he says looking towards Bristle "especially you." he states. "this is a magical field, think of it like a pocket dimension" he tells them "this place has been set... on easy for your first training" he chuckles "it will have comfortable temperature for today, and wont have any hindering affects. the first thing you will be doing is learning how to create a sphere of energy from your very own magic.. though Bristle you will have to halt on that for i must speak with you before you try to do it" he tells them all. He cups his hands infront of him and suddenly energy surges before his holding a sphere "this is what you'll be doing.. you wont get this the first try, you must have a clear mind and clear it of all distractions" he says "one emotional slip and it explodes.... harming yourself and anyone near you, people have died before doing this... now the primary aspect of this is you do not control magic, you let it flow" he states "you guide the flow of energy through yourself from where your magic resides, into your palms and then shape it into a sphere, now it doesn't matter the size of the sphere, only that you can make one. no rushing or else you could kill each other.. after words you'll be doing physical training" he sates. @duskshine749 @booksmusicanime @Rex</s> <\|message\|>Bristle Bristle mentally winced, being singled out already? And what was this about sleeping for months? They could've have been out for more than a couple days right? Bristle reluctantly walked next to the master and stood there awaiting orders. So far the master made magic sound less fun and more like some sort of intense training thing. He was kind of intimidated by the thought that attempting to rush the process could kill them, what if he messed up? He swallowed nervously.</s> <\|message\|>Charles Edward McCloud The master chuckles "raise your left palm and focus on it" he states "something should appear after a few moments... unlike the others I've put a multi-layer seal on your magical energy.. and the keys to it are in your left palm" he tells Bristle "you have a rare trait that most don't seem to have, plus a ton of energy to back it up. so to insure you can learn to control this I've put this seal on you, each seal will release more of your energy, as you are now.. you could only handle the first level, never try to go past it or else you will lose control and probably kill yourself" he states "as you train you'll learn to control more energy so you'll be able to control it better, but until then this is a safety measure"</s> <\|message\|>Alex Danger Alex walked into the canyon; he was amazed at how something so large could be here. He smiled as he said, "My god, it's like a small pocket of reality. It's like we're in another dimension from our own. This is amazing. Can magic actually create pocket dimensions? For that matter: can magic really bend reality to the users will?" he found the master sitting on a rock reading and when he stated how long they had been sleeping Alex wanted to ask how they were kept from dehydration or starvation, but stopped himself. Better off not asking scientific questions, he might be the type that hates science. Alex thought. Alex listened to what he was supposed to do and slowly slide away from the others to keep a safe distance from everyone else. Better make a good enough radius around myself to keep others out of the blast zone should it come to that. Alex thought before he saw the Master talking with someone else and sighed, "I hope he didn't throw away my clothes. They were expensive and one of a kind. for that matter: I hope my IPod is ok." Alex sighed again before he stretched and cracked some joints in his shoulders and hands before he clears his mind. It took him a lot longer to clear his mind then he thought before he held his hand out like he saw the master do, yet nothing happened. Besides his stomach growling. Damn it I'm hungry Alex thought.</s> <\|message\|>Bristle Bristle did as he was told and gazed at his palm intensely. After a few seconds of staring Bristle was about to speak up when he suddenly saw some pale object resting inside his hand. It appeared to be a deck of cards, chained. Except for one card that lay on top. "I see it now, but what do I do?" Bristle asked, fascinated by the strange ethereal object in his hand. He hadn't expected anything like this to happen.</s> <\|message\|>Mckenna (Mecca) Rae Richards Mecca had taken a place far away from the other apprentices and had commenced to staring at her hands. She honestly had no idea how to let the magic flow. She had to bite her tongue to keep from saying something stupid. Trying to clear her mind of her thoughts she just kept staring at her open hands.</s> <\|message\|>Charles Edward McCloud the master rubbed his chin looking at bristle "well you activate the first seal... then you can go out and work like the others" he states "there is multiple ways to activate it, the best method is with your own mind so you don't even need to move, one point you'll be able to do it without even a glance at your hand and you can adjust your magic easier... heck at one point you wont need the seal anymore" he states "you must find a method to activate it for now, now it'll stay activated once you do it, but it's not like your magic will just flow out off you, no instead you'll then have access to that amount of magic" he states "no matter what you should get the lowest level when you activate it this time, but in the future it will be unclear what seal levels you will get when you activate it for more power" he tells bristle. "I'll let you find an suitable method for now so you can start training" The Master would look over at Mecca and then at Alex and sighs "I said you must concentrate, just staring at your hands will do nothing!" he states "Look for your essence of magic, your source inside of yourself then draw from it to create the sphere, and like i said don't force it or it will kill you" he states again "Focus, Concentrate!" @Rex</s> <\|message\|>Bristle Bristle nodded like he understood everything that was being said, he did more or less. He took a few steps back making sure he had a clear area around him and concentrated, use only your mind hm? Bristle stared at his hand and mentally grabbed at the card laying there on the top. With agonizing slowness the card slowly lifted up and was held in front of him. He could feel the power coming from the card, this was amazing. He wasn't quite sure how to use it yet though and he certainly didn't want to try to do anything recklessly given they'd been warned multiple times that doing this could kill them. Should he try drawing power from the card? Turn the card into power, maybe try turning the card into the sphere? Bristle thought it over slowly as he examined the card closely and tried to figure out what to do next.</s>	<\|message\|>Zephyr Tremblett Zephyr loved the look of the canyon they were in. If this is where they would be training he would enjoy it quite a bit. Then what the master said hit him, "wait, months?" He was sure he wouldn't get an answer about it, but it was crazy to think that months had passed when it felt like he was only asleep for the night. Whatever though, he knew that doing this would mean being gone from home for a long time, possibly forever. The other started dispersing, and the master wanted to talk to Bristle away from the others. Zephyr found a nice spot and sat down cross-legged. Closing his eyes and putting his hands in a circular shape in front of him, he took a deep breath to clear his mind. Meditation was something he did on a daily basis. Well, used to, considering he had been asleep for several months according to the master. Still, it came naturally to him after all this time. He opened up to the sensations around him, the faint breeze through the field, the sounds of the others as they tried to access their magic. He remembered what the master said, do not control the magic, let it flow. After some time, Zephyr felt tingling in his hands. He looked down and saw tendrils of energy flowing from is palms. Taking another deep breath, he focused on it, causing the energy to swirl until it was finally a sphere. Remembering what the master said about not getting overly emotional, Zephyr made the sphere go away before pumping his fist in the air excitedly. He wasn't sure if he was the first or the last person to get it but he was just happy he did it at all.</s>
<\|description\|>Daryl A rugged, independent individual with a distrustful personality, shaped by his past experiences. His redneck demeanor and long-standing hatred for conformity are evident in his interactions with others. Despite this tough exterior, there's an unexpected soft side to him that few get to see. He's resourceful and adaptable, having survived the harsh post-apocalyptic world on his own for quite some time before joining Rick's group. His love for nature and solitude hint at a more introverted personality underneath the rough exterior.</s> <\|description\|>Mei A pragmatic, resilient woman who's endured countless hardships in the post-apocalyptic world. She's no stranger to survival tactics and has a practical approach to life, often focusing on immediate needs rather than long-term goals. Despite her harsh environment, she maintains a sense of humor and sarcasm that lighten up otherwise grim situations. Her brown hair tied in a bun suggests an unkempt appearance due to lack of resources or time for personal grooming. She's resourceful and strategic, always considering the potential risks before making decisions. While she can be somewhat guarded due to her experiences, she also exhibits signs of altruism by helping others even when it's not in her immediate self-interest.</s> <\|narrator\|>In a post-apocalyptic world, Mei finds herself at a local store looking for supplies. She enters cautiously and finds three bodies with gunshot wounds to the head. After disposing of them, she begins exploring the store for food and other necessities. As she's about to leave with her meager haul, she hears a man fighting off walkers outside. She lets him in through the back door of the store and they barricade themselves against an oncoming horde. They attempt to break down the door from inside but it won't budge. As time runs out, Daryl suggests they use a metal cart as leverage to try and push through the door.</s> <\|message\|>Daryl Mei Seungwas absolutely, inarguably and unendingly done with this shit. Done with exhaustion, throat scratching thirst, stomach cramping painful hunger. There was nothing left in the world for her, but she'd figured out pretty quickly she couldn't stop moving. She didn't know how. She'd tried to consider killing herself, but realized pretty quickly it just wasn't a possibility for her. She had no desire to end it, no matter how much of a struggle every day was. She just... what was it one of her coworkers had said? She just kept on keepin' on. It was all she had. Her dirty brown hair was pulled up into a tight bun because she just hadn't been able to bring herself to cut it all off. She'd liked her hair. But long and loose? That was a great way to end up with a cold, rotting hand tangled in it. The old fashion standards had died a long time ago with all the people who cared, and she hadn't thought about how she looked in a long time. There was a faint splattered bloodstain on her sleeve that Mei had tried hard to get out but eventually given up on. It wasn't like it was all that noticeable under the dust and dirt, and she was so used to it that she barely noticed it anymore anyway. It wasn't like she had a lot of options for clothing. The jacket and jeans were both thick enough that the human teeth of the biters couldn't rip through, and that had saved her life on more than one occasion. Or at least saved her limb. Mei had heard that chopping off your limb above the bite could keep the infection from spreading, but she hadn't thought about it much, at least not long enough to make a decision. She should have. These were the kinds of things a survivor should have already planned out. The store looked empty. The windows were dirty but not bloody, which was a decent sign. She rapped on one sharply with a knuckle and waited, watching for a moment. Nothing inside. At least, nothing that had heard the noise or could respond to it promptly. The door was unlocked - of course - and she pushed it open, stepping into the silence. The smell of death hit her immediately, and Mei wrinkled her nose in distaste. The reason for it was obvious; there were three bodies lying on the floor. They weren't moving and she moved towards them closely, kicking them over one at a time. She could see the holes in their head, and just kind of shoved them out of the way so that if she had to run, she wouldn't trip over them. From what she could tell from decomposition, they'd been there a while. Someone else who'd been bitten. The door was closed behind her, and the woman started into the store, footsteps soft as she looked for something that wasn't rotten.</s> <\|message\|>Mei Not long ago, Rick Grimes group of survivors arrived at the Alexandria Safe-Zone. Apprehensive at first, the majority of the group were assimilating hastily into the new lifestyle. From the minority that almost abhorred the conformity and normality of the community, Daryl Dixon was the most prominent. As Ricks right-hand-man, the redneck discussed everything with the former sheriff. Daryls distaste was dually expressed before, during, and after the decision was made to explore Alexandria. Surprisingly to Daryl, Rick began relaxing into this new safe haven. Daryls prior experience with a self-proclaimed sanctuary or safe-haven was nearly fatal. The experiences at Terminus deterred the group from believing Alexandria was truly safe though the memory was almost forgotten by most. How did these people trust so easily? Trust was an area Daryl struggled with for his entire life. It took years before he trusted this group but they were his family now. Rough around the edges, Daryl never showed a hidden soft side. Carol found that side most of the time and everyone knew it existed. Still, in the eyes of everyone, Daryl Dixon was the neighborhood redneck badass. Without even trying, the male won popularity over the people of Alexandria despite being mute for the first handful of days. Though he would not openly admit this to anybody, the male began looking at this community with a new perspective. Despite this newfound, confusing emotion and viewpoint, Daryl enjoyed his privacy and freedom. Being locked inside a safe-zone during the apocalypse was fantastic for some yet Daryl felt it was imprisonment. As a boy, he spent most of his time outside with his older brother, Merle. Essentially, Daryl was never a home body and enjoyed being in nature. Walkers hampered his ability and opportunity to hunt for pleasure and enjoy his alone time but it was better than nothing. Daryl refused to be locked inside forever. Recently informed of his job at Alexandria with Aaron, Daryl felt ambiguous about the situation. His head needed to be cleared and supplies were needed. With his crossbow and hunting knife by his side, Daryl hopped onto his precious motorcycle and left Alexandria. The supply runners often coordinated and plotted the next supply run so Daryl veered off-course and began searching through a town just west of the settlement. It was dangerous because the area had not been scouted yet the older male figured keeping on the same path as the runners would lead him to depleted resources. Because of pride, Daryl Dixon never returned home empty-handed. Nothing about this town alarmed him until he decided to check an old grocery store. It was one of many stores in the same strip mall area. All hell broke loose when the metal door was pulled open thanks to Daryls strength and a swarm of walkers piled out into the parking lot. Fuck! The brown-haired male cursed, falling back onto his ass. It was impossible to fight off the creatures so he jumped to his feet quickly and took off in a sprint around this store towards the next unknowingly heading towards a dead end with the presence of another human being not far away.</s> <\|message\|>Daryl The store didn't have much that she wanted. Mei took the time to open and eat a single energy bar she'd found underneath one of the shelves, but that was about it. Pasta sauce she'd just... drink, she supposed. It wasn't an appealing thought, but neither was starving to death. That one was distinctly worse, so drinking pasta sauce it was. Not here, but later. She saw the man coming, and the walkers behind him. Her immediate thought was that she should just go back in the store, close the door and go out the back, let him deal with it. Whatever he'd done, he'd been the one to fuck up and she didn't have to have any part of this. But he looked clean and decently fed, she realized, and that meant he had somewhere. Which meant he had people. She remembered when she'd had people. Fine. Fine, she was doing this. Somebody deserved to have a good day today. "In here. Back door."She spoke quickly, gesturing through the door she was currently standing next to. Walkers weren't smart, they wouldn't know to go around. She stepped back inside, closing the door behind her but leaving it unlocked and moving towards the back of the building. He could follow if he wanted, but she was getting out of there. Sure, it could be a trap, but he'd have to decide if it was worth it or not. Pretty much everything could be a trap these days. Mei just wanted to do one good thing today. Probably her one good thing for the next month, because she was not leaving any of the still good supplies in the store. Then again that was because there were barely any and if she didn't get 'em, she'd probably die. She heard the door open and close, and silently found a spot behind a shelf. "Door's in the back. We can go one at a time and hope the other doesn't shoot us in the back, or just get going." That was probably the better option, really. The undead were already slamming into the windows, making the glass rattle. It wouldn't hold up forever. Not very long, even. Too many of them, too much force. And they didn't care about glass cuts, they wouldn't be slowing down. Mei hadn't gotten out her gun until this point, but it was in her hand now. She wasn't even thinking it was for the walkers, the biggest chance of use would be because of the dude she'd just let in. Humans were just as dangerous, if not more so than the dead these days. Then again, people had always been pretty dangerous. She just met a whole lot less good people these days.</s>	<\|message\|>Mei Chances of survival were dimming for Daryl Dixon. Being a realist, he needed to get the hell out of this place. The last thing he expected was to be assisted by another human being. However, a feminine voice called out to him and with a whip of his head, the male's brown eyes landed on a woman peeking out of a nearby store. It could be a trap leading him to his death but the walkers were getting closer. Perhaps he would be able to maneuver his way out of this one so he took the risk. He was unable to debate long about his choice because of the impending horde. Inside, he was careful enough to ensure this woman did not kill him immediately. Though she kept her gun withdrawn, Daryl kept his hand on the crossbow while gliding towards the back where this strange woman was directing him. Following her to the back of the store, Daryl kept dead silent and only nodded from time to time. Already, the walkers were banging loudly on the glass. It would shatter at any time. He would have to take the risk of not getting shot in the back. However, another problem would be encountered. The door was jammed shut from the outside it seemed. Daryl could not push it open even though he used all of his strength. Time was running low and Daryl frantically looked left and right to find something, anything they could use. Finally, his eyes landed on a metal cart. It was not a shopping cart, but it looked to transport items from one place to another in the store. It would almost remind him of a laptop cart except heavier and obviously not used for laptops. "Hey, come here and help give this a push. Maybe we can ram the door and knock whatever it is back there off. Or at least we can get the door slightly open and find something to pry it open further." Daryl shouted over the commotion, feeling their options were quickly running out of time as it was.</s>
<\|description\|>Meirie Leran Age: 2320 Class: Warrior – Berserker Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds. Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords. Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards. Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being. She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured. Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside. In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home, Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground. She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth. At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her. Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.</s> <\|message\|>Rithrynn Syn'Dial "HEY! MISTRESS IS NOT DONE WITH YOU YET, MONKEY!" Lithrielle would exclaim as Liaena suddenly ran off, her purple cheeks gaining a distinct blood red hue! However, as she looked over at Serphia, Lithrielle would immediately frown as she noticed Serphia wasn't really paying the situation any real attention. Opening her mouth a bit, Lithrielle would tilt her head as she eyed her mistress to see if she was all well. "Uhhh... mistress Serphia?" "Mmmmhhm... let her go." Serphia simply said as she waved her hand towards Lithrielle, motioning for her to calm down. "We will let the midget go and try to deal with the giantess problem in the yard herself." She continued, turning to give Lithrielle a smile. "If she just so happens to get trampled, eaten or otherwise obliterated by her massively overpowering foe, we will simply deal with the problem ourselves! And if they destroy each other, that's just a win-win for us!" "B-but... " Lithrielle stammered, looking worried. "What if the giant Draenei wins?" "Go find Naliyah and go see if she doesn't have something in her stash that we cannot use against the Draenei." "Naliyah?! You can't be serious, mistress!" "Ohhh, I know we can rely on her." Serphia smirked as she formed a slight grin with her purple lips looking down at Lithrielle. "Tell her that I know where her Rithrynn is." Lithrielle remained silent for a moment, yet her worried expression soon faded into that of a smile as she looked back up at her mistress! "Ohhh, that's brilliant! I'll go find her right away, mistress!" * Malizia had already bent over and was in the process of moving over towards the tiny sentinel and Silje, both of whom had nowhere to run now as Mei had already ran past them and shut the door behind them, leaving them outside and alone before the gigantic ebony draenei that was rapidly closing in on them! That was, until her head suddenly snapped around at the sound of another beautiful creature... ! "Could it be? ... " "I don't suppose…you could step away from the screaming human? It would be very nice of you" Stopping right in her tracks, Malizia would turn around and spot Kathlin! She did look a little bit different, in her heavy protection gear, but even through the heavy guide, her person was unmistakable! Malizia's eyes would widen into star-filled orbs as she smiled with glee! "Little mushie-wushie!" She exclaimed, and in one sudden show of (giant) acrobatics, the giantess had swung around, launched herself across the yard, knocking and tearing up a good number of the trees and bushes in the process, before slamming down on her butt in front of Kathlin and swooping her up in one hand, holding the tiny human up in front of her! "I sooo missed you!" Malizia exclaimed as she looked down at the little human in her hand, her face bright with joy! "I was so worried some of those mean elves might have hurt you!" As Malizia said that, the giant draenei would throw a dirty look down towards the sentinel holding Silje, all the while the Sentinel was slowly trying to inch towards the door to frantically knock on it in hopes that Mei would open! Turning back to Kathlin with a huge grin, the Draenei would notice the tiny device in the human's hands, before raising a finger and motioning towards it. "D'aaaaawwwwhhh! Did you bring that gift for me?" Malizia would exclaim with a sound of exasperation. "You are soooo wonderful, I could just eat you up, cutiepie!"</s> <\|message\|>Sharon Daerin'Lei "Wait, what are you doing? You have to stay clear of the target zone!" Sharon exclaimed as he rushed towards the window that Kathlin had just exited, only to watch the bizarre scene unfold outside in the garden. Silje, faced with the sight of her monolithic adorer, had; like most rational and normal people would have done under similar circumstances; feinted, and was no longer offering any sort of resistence to the Night Elf holding her. The poor girl's mind had by now retreated to her happy place, free of any crazy Night Elves or giant Draenei. Kathlin, on the other hand, had been snatched up by the massive Draenei, who looked equally busy ogling her as trying to woo her. And that is without to give any kind of mention to her rather problematic choice of words in her expressions! "No-no, this is all getting out of hand... !" Sharon mumbled, slightly hesitant to state the obvious as he beheld the spectacle going on. A sharp hiss and crackling noise caused him to turn to look back inside of his sanctum, as he watched the magnificent apparatus he had erected was practically boggling with the massive fel energies currently streaming through it. He had not anticipated the firing delay, whereas the fel crystals had continued to feed the apperatus raw, uncontained demonic energies, causing it now to overflow; threatening to rupture at any moment now if it was not allowed to discharge in an orderly fashion! "Just my luck!" Sharon said from below his oversized goggles before pulling them back down onto his eyes, and turning to call out through the window. "FORGET ABOUT FINDING THE EXACT PERFECT MOMENT, GIRL! JUST PUSH THE BUTTON, OR WE ARE GOING TO SUFFER A DEMONIC ANOMALY!" Sharon called out from the window frame down to the girl currently firmly in the Draenei's grasp. "GET TO A SAFE DISTANCE AND P,-" CRACKLE CZZZZ-KZZZTTT! BROOSH!! "... YOU KNOW WHAT, FORGET ABOUT THE SAFE DISTANCE; JUST PUSH THE DAMN BUTTON!"</s>	<\|message\|>Meirie Leran "Are you bloody kidding me!" Mei called, feeling the surge of energies. Not really being a magic user of any kind, but still feeling magic quite strongly due whatever the warlocks had done to her, she knew full well to keep as far away from Malizia right now. She wanted to have nothing to do with whatever was going to happen outside! Already being inside the house, she could feel the energies rising still. She quickly opened the door for the ones outside to get inside. "For the Naaru's sake…" She cursed, dashing across the room now that the door to the outside was opened, entering the corridor and slamming the door behind herself, getting deeper into the mansion. As further in as possible, the better for her! That said she did hear Sharon's yell. That did not bode well for whomever had to deal with that device on the yard. "I will so probably going to regret this…" Meirie said to herself as she grabbed a nearby empty glass bottle, one of many that were scattered about the mansion. With her projectile weapon in hand, she dashed towards the nearest window. Once by the window, feeling the magic surge that was going to be released any moment, Mei, took a deep breath, took a stance, aimed carefully and threw the bottle in her hand with full force at Malizia's eye, granted at this distance even Mei's great aim at throwing would have a hard time, hitting a moving target such as the eye of a moving giant Draenei, but as long as she hits anywhere near the eyes( which she was going to happen) The bottle would shatter from the impact, causing the huge annoyance to drop anything she was trying to hold… people included. Once that was done, she jumped back, slamming her back against the wall, praying for whatever was going to happen via the magic that Sharon was doing, won't affect her too. She had enough portals for a lifetime… or a few lifetimes in her case.</s>
<\|description\|>Kaito Species: Kitsune Age: 256 years old Gender: Male Appearance: Kaito is of rather average adult height and build. Not particularly tall and has a rather slander build. He has messy brown orange hair and a rather boyish face with a disarming smile. Nothing that is particularly remarkable about him except well those fox ears on his head and that fluffy tail. He wears a dark red tunic, a gray pair of trousers, some sturdy boots and a black hooded cloak to finish things off. The quality of the fabric and dye of his clothing indicate that Kaito has significant financial standing. Bio: There are a lot of folklore tales about the origins of Kitsune. Some say they are foxes that have gained magical properties after turning hundred years old, others tell that they are native to a strange magical realm known as the fey wild and have used their magical abilities to travel to the current plane of existence. None of those stories are true and in good kitsune tradition Kaito tells them all. Kaito was born 256 years ago in the mystical forest of Kaojiro. A place far away from the three kingdoms. When he reached adulthood at the age of hundred and fifty, the young kitsune decided to travel the world. After visiting various places Kaito found himself in the kingdom of Escudo. Intrigued by its wealth, Kitsune decided that such a lavendish lifestyle would suit him well. However, Kaito is not the kind of man that would work fair and hard to gain a fortune. No, the kitsune decided that it would be much more efficient and fun to utilize his very particular skill set to extract as much wealth from all the merchants and nobles as he could in very underhand means. For many years he conned and cheated merchants and nobles alike out of their hard earned gold coins. This became such a problem that the government decided to intervene. When the king's men finally caught Kaito 5 years ago a spectacle of a process was orchestrated. Merchants screamed "off with his head", nobles demanded blood. However Kaito valued his head and thus executed a different plan. The night before his decapitation he used his illusion magic to impersonate a fellow prisoner who had served out his sentence and was promptly released by the clueless guards. For the next five years the kitsune managed to evade every bounty hunter, mercenary and soldier that tried to track him down. But that all changed when an elf working for the king started to ask questions in the more shadier parts of Rascade. Skills: Shapeshifting: Kaito can shapeshift between his fox and humanoid form. Sleight of hand: Kaito's hands are extremely fast, accurate and he's a master of deception. He's an expert pickpocket and trickster. Very sneaky: Kaito's ability to move around silently is unparalleled. He has a habit of suddenly appearing into people's personal space. Lockpicking Acting/deception Multi linguistic: Speaks and reads the various languages of the lands of Escudo, Anggolinsto and Meche. Spells: Impersonation: Kaito can use his illusion magic to take on the physical appearance of people he has seen. His magic also changes the sound of his voice to match that of the person he's impersonating. However he still needs to act out the way they move and behave. Illusion magic: Kaito can create Illusionary objects, creatures and terrain. These illusions include visuals, sound, sense of touch, smell and sense of temperature but cannot cause any harm. Charm: Kaito can use his magic to charm people. Any person that gets charmed by him regards Kaito as a friend and is very likely to help the kitsune in any way that is reasonable. Equipment: Wakizashi short sword Tanto dagger Set of lockpicks Shell game set Set of Dice Set of playing cards Spare clothes Camping equipment</s> <\|message\|>Yvonne Rosenving, "The Mad Blade" [GM Post] "Hmm?" The only reaction that registered the blow was a slightly surprised grunt, Ragnar's leg sliding an inch forward but that's it. The following slice produced more result, slicing into flesh yet nowhere as deep as it should. An angry red line was left, none of the blood escaping the wound. The northener himself didn't seems to be bothered at all as he recognize Cedar's ursine form, even as he's tackled with the full momentum of a bear. That one showed more effect, Ragnar's displaced bulk slamming to the table with dull thud. The table violently slid a bit from the impact, waking the two sleepyhead with startled "huh?". Then the arrow struck, its glimmering tips punctured through the brute's neck. Another arrow from Veronica followed, right into the eye, but with a shake of the head it missed the soft target and scored a light scratch on the forehead instead. Yet despite the supposedly fatal blow, Ragnar laughed uproariously as he let his axe go, reached, heaved, and tossed Cedar on to the armored newcomer running on top of the long table. "Gahahaha! Not enough! Not in number, not in strength! More! Ragnar shall take you all!" The northener reached down to grab his axe when Yvonne's figure bolted from the false wall, swinging the mace low through the legs with the full force of her inner strength. A meaty thud and dull snap echoed, followed by a much louder crack of the weapon's handle breaking in half. Still tapping into her strength, the mercenary kicked Ragnar back to the stairway he came from where he collapsed - and promptly get back up, no apparent discomfort despite one shin quite obviously broken inward. "Huh, what? Oh! Mad Blade! Here for a rematch, ain't you?!" "Piss off, you motherfucker." Yvonne rolled her eyes, grabbing the axe to slide it off all the way to the other side of the room. Unhurried footsteps from the stairs. An old man with slick, white hair and even slicker, whiter beards came into view, his entire attire practically screaming "pompous wizard". Formal, double-breasted frock coat the color of burgundy with silken lapel, trouser of the same shade, cashmere waistcoat, immaculately shined leather boots, and a fancy purple cloak to top it off. He carried an ebony walking stick, the handle studded with various gems with more adorning the fingers in the form of various rings. Clear grey eyes surveyed the room, an illusory monocle hovering over the right side as he focused his attention on Ragnar. "Downed already, Ragnar? I thought you northeners tougher than that." Behind him more footsteps echoed, coming closer and closer to the room. Sounds like mundane reinforcement, but even the strongest can still be overwhelmed with sheer number.</s> <\|message\|>"Cedar" Cedar blinked in confusion as he landed on .. ... something? ... wearing kinderance parade armor. It's head was a glowing orb of mysterious animated fire, and it smelled like something long dead. The implication that this was one of Solomon's abominations danced across his mind riding the scent like a dance partner in a rapid 2-step routine. "Ya wan' summa dat? He harder'n he looks." He asked cheekily of the newcomer, who responded only with the impression of a 'smile' within the burning radiance that was the 'head', and a deep menacing chuckle. Cedar 'smiled' back, a rather frightful display of jagged and sharp ivory teeth that could easily have been mistaken for a snarl if not for the sparkling of his eyes and the alert and forward posture of his ears. "Heave-Ho fella!" He chortled, grasping the abomination by the bottom of the breast plate and a pauldron, then 'lance throwing' the creature right into Ragnar the Red's arrogant visage. He quickly looked around the room to see where he was now. The mysterious brute of a man had flung him near the door leading in, which was conveniently behind the false wall, and a short distance to the window. The table was a mess, but several of the beverage ewers were still standing. A man dressed like he shopped at the same store as Flo's brother, and nearly as old as his dad came tottering into view. He had learned from experience with his dad that appearances were deceiving when it came to the 'pulpiness' of such features. Sure, Vanquis was pretty spongy, but his old man was anything but. (Though the latter would only wear a getup like that around the house as lounge-wear.) The obviousness of his being a magician registered a split-second later. "Got a crooked ol' conjuror inna room!" he growled, hurriedly casting the well practiced spell to retune his senses to detect magic, while darting for the red linen curtains draped over the tiny window.</s> <\|message\|>Jazdia Crystalspark Well, and here she thought both were on equal footing. After some dramatic lifting, the bear was thrown away like a potato sack and collided with a summonsed undead that Solomon had conjured from God knows when. The specter's reaction to his summoning was equally boastful, befitting his masculine voice and a full set of armor. Knight in... err ghostly armor? Good thing he didn't seem as difficult as his mannerism suggest. --until Cedar grab the guy and avenged the throw-away he received earlier to an unrelated bystander. Well, at least it closes the gap between them. Jazdia did not have enough attention to see the aftermath of their little game of undead ping-pong, her eyes caught a silhouette of an elderly man entering the room. "Got a crooked ol' conjuror inna room!" "Yeah, I can see that." Like the previous unexpected guests, this particular wizard pranced into the battlefield with an equally prideful boast as his big lackey was. Only less swaggering and more pompous. A quick ultravision on that wizard revealed a copious amount of magical nodes, probably coming from artifacts with unknown properties. As for Ragnar, the magical aura was more uniform and intense. So that explained his immense durability. Even when having one of his legs bent like a crooked branch, the man didn't seem bothered. The arrow was still lodging there, and she had imagined its glowing head would burn inside the man's neck-- cauterizing the wound. Wait.. did she miss his jugular? Or was the enchantment so sophisticated it was able to ignore physics? The fatigue in her eyes did not allow Jazdia to activate her ultravision right now, unless if she was willing to pay the price. Didn't matter! The enemy was here, and she had enough power to demolish the entire tower if she needs to. Drawing another fully enchanted arrow, Jazdia aimed at the wizard. "Hold it right there, not one incantation or you will see hell! You don't want me to be your enemy!" And there she was, joining the trend involving conspicuous remarks and prideful one-liners.</s>	<\|message\|>Kaito Kaito smiled as he saw how Yvonne sended the big dude flying. The fox was still hidden well within the illusionary fake walls and the giant advisory did not seem to be able to see through the illusions at all. However his insane durability was certainly a drag. Even having its leg torn and an arrow in his neck did not seem to bother the guy at all. He either was some weird creature or greatly enhanced by magic. However, judging from the fact that he did not even seem to notice the illusions and utter lack of other magical properties displayed, the kitsune deduced that the enhancements would likely come from some external source, like that wizard that just entered the room. Jazdia seemed to be in a talkative mood, considering that she did not immediately put an arrow through the white bearded man's head. However Kaito did not share his boss's judgment regarding not immediately ending the old man's life. In the fox's book, wizards are a drag as they often have ways to mitigate his illusions. Unlike the big beefy dude, the Kitsune considered the old man a serious threat. Suddenly four Kaito's came rushing out of the fake illusionary walls, attacking the old man from four different directions. Three of them were illusionary. The first illusion came in from the left and went for the wizard's head. The second illusion came in from behind and stabbed towards the heart. The last illusion came in from the front with an attack towards the throat. All these illusions had one purpose, to draw the man's defenses away from the real target that Kaito was going for. As the fox rushed forwards, drew his sword and in one smooth motion slashed towards the hand holding the staff in an attempt to cut it clean off.</s>
<\|description\|>Adalina Corvi Age: 14 Appearance: Up there Nationality: Italy (Sicily) Personality: Adalina is very sharp and has strong, albeit quite peculiar sense of justice. She is very serious about fighting Errors in order to set things right and won't tolerate any slip-ups from her fellow underlings. Her strictness with other magical girls stems mostly from idea that there only have to be so many magical girls, as long as they are perfectly trained and don't die, so that recruiting new ones as cannon fodder won't be necessary anymore. The less people there are in harms way, the better. Biography: Adalina was born as the daughter of a successful lawyer and his wife on the beautiful island of Sicily. Thanks to her father's work her family never had any money problems, they traveled whenever she had holidays, they had a big house with a swimming pool and even their own little yacht. In her childish naivete, she always thought that these happy times would continue for ever and ever. But of course, that wasn't the case. In a dark summer night, it already had been several months after her tenth birthday, her father woke her up and told her to quickly get dressed because they had to go on vacation right now. Adalina never had questioned things much before, so she did as she was told, got into the passenger seat of their Alfa Romeo and fell asleep again moments after. When she awoke again they were already passing through Naples and she realized that something was missing, or more precisely, someone. However, no matter how often she asked her father where her mother was, the answer was always the same: "I'll explain everything once we're there, so just be a good girl until then." 'There' in this case was a villa on the outskirts of Rome which, even though it wasn't as big or luxurious as their home, was quite nice to look at and most important of all, had a small pool too. After they had unloaded their luggage, which seemed awfully little for a vacation, and brought it inside, her father sat down with Adalina in her, as she would find out moments later, new bedroom in order to answer her questions. That day she learned a lot about her family, which she never even would've dreamed of. Apparently, her father had been working for the mafia for years and not only part time, while her mother was supposedly an undercover cop, who quite literally got under his covers with unexpected results. End of the story was that she quit her job and became a full time mother, however a major figure of the Sicily underworld had gotten wind of it recently and had sent someone to get rid of her and the rest of the family. Her father had managed to fend of the killer however not before he had managed to critically injure her mother, so the only possible way to save her was to call an ambulance for her, which of course would also invite the police, once the medics discovered the gun wounds and corpse. Long story short, they were in Rome now because they had to hide from the police and the mafia, while her mother was fighting for her life and probably would never see them again, even if she survived, because she would have to join a witness protection program to be completely safe. Adalina took it better than expected, as she started to cry like mad, ran out of the house and as far as she could away from the creature that called himself her father. She only stopped when it started to rain and she had to huddle under a tree in a park, so that she wouldn't get completely soaked. It was also there that she had her first contact with a being known as Error, when it tried to eat her. The big mouth and rows of teeth looked like an endless void that came closer and closer and would have surely swallowed her whole, if not for some girl in a frilly dress, who saved her at the last second and gave her the gift of being a magical girl. From that moment on she swore to herself that she would bring justice to those who thought they could get away with lying, killing, cheating and stealing. Not a double-faced justice like that of her father, who worked for good and bad alike, no true justice, her justice. Experience Level: Veteran Skills: Law knowledge: Since her father is a lawyer, she knows more than your average young girl about the things you're not allowed to do and what kind of punishment you'll have to face, if you do it anyway. Leadership: Adalina is convinced that she was born to be a leader and that she always gives the right orders at the right moment, in order to achieve perfect results. Punishment: Punishing others in the perfect way, so that they grow through the experience without taking (too much) damage. Personal Trainer: Going hand in hand with the above, she is also a competent, though demanding, training instructor, when it comes to magical girl or school related stuff. Yo-yo: Adalina mastered the ancient art of the Yo-yo and can even perform tricks with it. Magical Power: Adalina's Magical Power revolves around the concept of ultimate justice, with herself as the judge. Naturally, this also means that it is slightly biased, since it will never work against her, as of course she is the pinnacle of true justice. Records of Guilt (First Act): A book which let's her look into the past of any being on earth, allowing her to find out about the misdeeds they have done. Be it the stealing of cookies, putting a tack on the teachers chair or the killing of Magical Girls, nothing will be hidden from her, as long as they feel guilty about it and she knows their name. Wheel of Justice (First Act): Adalina's weapon of choice, a big wheel attached to a chain, which she normally carries around on her back. The damage it does increases exponentially to the amount of guilt someone or something has burdened themselves with in Adalina's eyes. Chains of Hell (Second Act): Much like her wheel, these chains get stronger, the more guilt someone possesses in her eyes. They appear from various magic circles around her target and are infinitely long. While they wrap around the enemy, they continuously twist and tighten, in order to rid them of any kind of mobility or way to free themselves. If they have done truly horrible stuff, then the chain can even manage to tear of appendages.</s> <\|message\|>Caligetta Cavallerizzo "F-for the one thing, that was a demonstration. And she was closest to me. I d-don't in the slightest see what your implying. Secondly, I feel you don't understand how parties go if you're not even opening the tiniest bit of wine," Caligetta said jokingly, attempting to deflect conversation away from the previous events. She sipped her coffee, reassuring herself that there was nothing weak about drinking super sweet coffee with milk. "Who's picking up the bill for this anyways? I might get a bite of cake and want to pay back my debts."</s> <\|message\|>Seren Athena Belvedere Seren nodded then squeaked in surprise as she saw the bolt flying. Instantly, she conjured a shield right in front of the bolts. They were small and weak, so they shattered on impact, but they did stop the bolts. Seren frowned. "If it's this much I'm sure I can stop it. The problem is something else . . ."</s> <\|message\|>Jessica Sullivan Jessica-Weird Sisters Apartment-Municipio V Jessica was about to respond to Jasmine when she heard Sam's comments on the subject of school. She sat down the bag she had been carrying and walked over to where Sam was sitting and took a seat across from the girl. Looking at Sam, Jessica replied, "There's more to life than fighting monsters and magic. Girls should go to school, even if they have magic and obligations to protect others. Its your obligation to yourself to have an education." Jessica stood up, but before turning to walk over and retrieve the bag, said, "After all, knowledge is power." She smiled at Sam, turned away, and moved back across the room to retrieve the bag.</s> <\|message\|>James/Jasmine Bondler James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters Apartment-Municipio V Jasmine was shocked at Sam's response "are...are you saying that you don't still go to school? How are you getting away with it? If I stopped going to school, my mom would find out and give me hell. Sure I can understand not liking school; It's kind of like taxes, a necessary evil. Because if you don't go to school, then how are you supposed to support yourself? I'll admit I didn't check, but I don't think you can make money fighting Errors." It was a little concerning that Sam was (seemingly) a school dropout, but Jasmine also found it baffling how she seemed to be able to get away with it</s> <\|message\|>Sam Linder Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters Apartment - Municipio V Sam glanced up, if only for a second, when Jessica sat down opposite to her. She admired how calm Jessia was as she spoke. If Sam had spoken like she had to either of her parents, they would have gotten upset, but Jessica took it all in her stride. Never raising her voice, never showing shock, just calmly voicing her opinions. The same could not be said of Sam's other teammate. "Are...are you saying that you don't still go to school? How are you getting away with it?" Jasmine's cries of shock were almost amusing to Sam. She turned her attention back to her book and turned another page. "My parents don't even know I'm here, let alone that I'm not going to school anymore," Sam said. "The minute I heard that Rome was brimming with magical girl and Error activity, as well as making contact with you guys veer ErrorNet and the necessary arrangements with Jessica as to where I would be living, I came straight here." She glanced up at Jasmine with a raised eyebrow. "I'm surprised you never noticed."</s> <\|message\|>Annie Marie Jones Annie - Error Wrecking Crew Roof of Apartments in Municipal XIII "Yeah, it broke after one attack. I'm sure once you get good at it, though, you'll be able to withstand a lot more. Let's try multiple attacks this time. Can you make more than one shield?" Annie drew back the bow again. This time she shot three arrows, one after the other, moving two and then three steps to the side for different angles. Again the shields broke, but stopped her attacks. The dead plant was still unharmed. "Nice, but we gotta work on maintaining them. What is the source of your magic?"</s> <\|message\|>Seren Athena Belvedere Seren shook her head. "A-actually, I can make them strong enough to stop your attacks," said Seren, trying to stop any misunderstandings, "but then the number I can summon goes down." She shuffled he feet as she thought of what to say next. "And another problem is I can't make them float or anything. I can just summon them somewhere in front of the target right before they get hit. If I don't get the timing right, the shields fall down and whatever's behind it gets hit." That was the main reason she had come. As it was, her shields were near useless in protecting anyone but her.</s> <\|message\|>Annie Marie Jones Annie - Error Wrecking Crew Roof of Apartments in Municipal XIII Annie puzzled for ideas before remembering something. "So, my magic is drawn, literally, from this book. I still don't know where you get yours. Some of the other girls have a weapon or pendant. Do you have anything like that?" Annie produced the old pages and bindings that contained the secrets to her magic and flipped to a page labelled "The Guardian". On it where several runes, some text and descriptions, and then the card itself, depicting an armored bear standing over a small child. It roared in defiance against a litter of arrows and wounds. "The Guardian is a protection spell, but also an Embodiment Card, like The Hunter," Annie explained. "It is defined by courage, honor, and inner strength." She looked up from the text and continued to smile. "Sounds exactly like what we are looking for. Maybe there is something in this that will help you too."</s> <\|message\|>Hua Tsing Hua Tsing-Virtù Cardinali Incarnano Cafe Zepelli "Ahhhh?" Confused and more than a little bit flustered, Hua decided to just take her seat and pretend that this happened. There was no need to acknowledge the kiss, as that'd just make this more awkward. -If she did acknowledge it, her friend may or may not have been going to the hospital for a very long time. Now partially recovered, she tried to break the awkward air by getting involved in the current conversation. "U-h, I can pick it up. Just, don't be to extravagant, alright? Alright." Hua took another sip from her tea, deciding to leave that in the air. Maybe cake would make them forget. Yes, everyone who was anyone enjoyed cake, so that would work. Putting her mind to more serious matters, Hua begin thinking about Rome. It was certainly a place different than her homeland of China, but it seemed to have nice people and nicer scenery. However, the Error activity was far more active in Rome than it had been in Taiwan.</s> <\|message\|>Caligetta Cavallerizzo Caligetta Cavallerizzo (Virtù Cardinali Incarnano) Cafe Zepelli Caligetta waved the waitress over and asked for a slice of chocolate cake. Nothing as elaborate as Adalina was eating though. She had to draw the line somewhere before her meal became far too frou-frou and stopped embodying everything she personally held dear, at least she claimed. Of course, it didn't help that things were already awkward and that she was not in the mood to push her luck at this point. "Are we planning to get any work done at all overnight? We could definitely do some 'assignments,' but if you're looking for fun and relaxation I'd understand. It might be just as well. I can barely sit down with all the riding I've been doing lately," Caligetta asked conversationally.</s>	<\|message\|>Adalina Corvi Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano Cafe Zepelli "I'm sure we can afford one night of relaxation without Rome getting completely destroyed, after all we're far from being the only girls fighting for her safety, though we're probably the best. Hey, you always have to see the positive side of things, right Cali? If you're sore now, that at least means you won't try to ride Hua later on and get the bedsheets all messy." Finishing the last pieces of her cake, Adalina turned her attention to the cup of coffee in front of her and took a big gulp of the warming liquid. It was true that there were more than enough Magical Girls out there, but if their mighty overlords called, they would have to follow. In order to administer justice, one had to make small sacrifices now and then, but she wondered if the faceless creatures behind the Error.net had to do the same, or if they could live their lives normally. "Let's proceed with the planning for this evening. What kind of movie should we watch: Horror, love, drama or action?"</s>